Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 298 Worm

With the help of shared vision, Wei Xi could see clearly: the ground was densely covered with insects, and the light spots were the reflective eyes of some of the insects.

This is bad. Wei Xi's scalp tightened. Who knows if these insects are poisonous or not?
Nanjiang is famous for its insect poison, and the premise of local characteristics is often the local expertise: the famous Nanjiang insect poison must have rich poisonous insect resources behind it.

The pills the two of them took had a limited shelf life, and if they kept hanging on the tree, there was no guarantee they would not be discovered; if they used their spiritual power to knock over these insects, the fluctuations in their spiritual power would definitely attract your uncle's attention.

To make matters worse, some people in the bamboo building had already gotten up to leave. If they were caught peeping outside the building at this time, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.

In a hurry, Wei Xi retracted the spiritual sound lurking among the branches and leaves, pinched the improved sound transmission note on his waist, and signaled Lian Gouqi to use [Enter the Painting] to go first.

After a moment, a short sentence "What are you going to do" came from the talisman in Wei Xi's hand.

Wei Xi had no intention of explaining to Lian Gouqie, so he pressed the word "go" and then tentatively pushed Lingyin out.

Lingyin didn't like eating insects. Nanjiang had countless fruits, and she didn't want to touch these colorful, fat insects at the moment. So she was very rude, her beak open, revealing the barbs on her tongue and the serrated fangs.

The insects on the ground sensed the presence of birds nearby and retreated like a tide driven by instinct. Wei Xi seized the opportunity, jumped off the tree like a nimble mountain cat, and ran back following Lingyin who had led the way.

When Wei Xi fell into the night, he discovered that insects were everywhere in the tribe. Fortunately, these insects had no intelligence and were driven by instinct.

Qin Feng returned to the bamboo building and finally waited for his loved one to return, keeping his spirits high.

Before Qin Feng could help the sweaty Wei Xi up, Lian Gou Xie crashed out of the wall again.

Seeing the two of them in such a mess, Qin Feng asked with concern, "Is there something strange outside?"

Wei Xi borrowed Qin Feng's strength to stand up and whispered, "There are bugs everywhere. Have bugs entered the bamboo building?"

"There aren't any inside, but there are quite a few outside. At first I was worried that the fire would attract bugs, but I didn't expect these bugs to have such a strong sense of boundaries."

Lian Gouyu threw himself onto his bedding roll, "Those bugs are really big, they make me shudder..."

It's not that the hookworm is timid; any insect, regardless of size or softness, is its natural enemy. Therefore, from an insect control perspective, northern Xinjiang, with its largely insect-free environment for most of the year, is indeed an ideal habitat for the hookworm.

"By the way, that 'Eternal Life Wood' that your uncle and the others mentioned? I remember it was one of the materials you were looking for?"

Wei Xi, who had actually come here for the Longevity Wood, nodded slightly. "I didn't expect to be so lucky this time. The Tao Bin tribe actually knows something."

Wei Xi then told Qin Feng everything he had heard from the corner of the room, prompting the latter to exclaim, "Why are there sacrifices here? It's not like in Tangkou Town!"

Tangkou Town is indeed exciting, so much so that Wei Xi can smell a faint scent of blood mist when the place name is mentioned.

"This will be different," Lian Goujie said confidently, comfortably covering himself with a barrier spell. "You can even defeat cultivators at the Lianjiedan stage, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"That uncle of yours definitely can't beat Qin Feng! In this deep forest, he's really crying out to heaven and earth for help, but no one can answer him."

After saying that, Lian Gouqie chuckled, with a slightly mediocre face and a slightly vulgar expression.

"It's better to be careful," Wei Xi pulled out two five-meter-tall improved menial puppets, "They are local tyrants and always have all kinds of tricks up their sleeves. What's more, your uncle seems to have some relationship with the god of Jiuai Mountain." It's a bit funny to say that as a cultivator, Wei Xi does not believe in gods.

According to Wei Xi's observation, people in the world worship immortals, but no immortals have ever appeared; and in the world of immortal cultivation, everyone talks about achieving enlightenment and becoming an immortal, but no immortal has ever returned home in glory.

All these signs made Wei Xi unable to believe in the existence of gods.

Of course, this did not hinder Wei Xi's cultivation of immortality: with her talent, she might be able to take revenge by taking unconventional paths, but she would still be a billion steps away from achieving enlightenment and ascending to heaven. Even if she had nothing better to do, she would not plan her future in this direction.

Therefore, Wei Xi added: "No matter where this 'god' of Jiuai Mountain comes from, if people can believe in it, it must have some ability."

Although there were puppets guarding the night, the three still did not dare to be careless. They arranged the order of guarding the night and then began to rest.

Wei Xi sat cross-legged, channeling the spiritual energy within her Qi Palace, directing it through her bones twice. The spiritual energy assaulted the blockage within her bones, causing even Wei Xi, who had been severely tempered by the yin and yang, to feel excruciating pain. She gritted her teeth and resolutely guided the spiritual energy's flow.

After two cycles, Wei Xi's once-filled Qi Palace was left with less than 30% of its spiritual energy. She sighed softly, the loss of nearly half her spiritual energy due to her loose bones posing a real threat to her combat effectiveness.

Wei Xi condensed a ball of light green spiritual power in his hand, comforting himself that after at least two spiritual power disturbances, the purity of his bones had stabilized, and his affinity for the wood attribute was not low. He could cast wood-attributed spells as soon as he established his foundation, which finally gave him some advantages.

Attributes weren't the fundamental reason Wei Xi chose the path of a weapon refiner—his strength was. Furthermore, a fire-attributed weapon refiner was simply better at making fire, while a wood-attributed weapon refiner could take advantage of his material selection.

Besides, the mainstream may not necessarily be suitable for oneself. Wei Xi's belief is very firm that he can create a wood-attribute weapon refiner by himself.

When the time comes, I will refine a hundred or so magical weapons and slap Li Changxu's old face hard!

"I hope the Immortal Wood is a material that suits my physique," Wei Xi thought silently, "The most urgent task is to refine the external Qi Palace, so that I can fight a protracted battle."

Wei Xi's thoughts turned to what she had seen and heard today at the Tao Bing tribe. Taking advantage of her night watch, she reviewed it from beginning to end and came up with the following doubts:
First, there was this strange tribe. The people in this tribe were a bit too xenophobic, and the buildings were also shabby. Wei Xi always felt that things were not as simple as his uncle had said.
Secondly, there were the strange insects. Wei Xi had researched a lot about Nanjiang during his visit. Due to Nanjiang's geographical and cultural factors, most records of the area consisted of travelogues and legends, which were not only fragmented and mixed, but also lacked credibility. However, regarding Nanjiang's insects, most previous accounts indicated that the people of Nanjiang were adept at using insect poison.

Wei Xi had seen the Nanjiang Sect use insect poison during the sect competition, and it was indeed quite powerful. Therefore, the people who were supposed to use the insects kept silent about the insect tide, which inevitably made Wei Xi suspicious.

The third is the danger within Jiuai Mountain. Your uncle and his companions urgently need a sacrifice, and this sacrifice is related to the Longevity Wood. But what is this "it" they are talking about? Why are they so afraid?
Wei Xi, whose thoughts gradually became clear, woke up Lian Gouqie, and fell into a deep sleep while restraining Lingyin.

Wei Xi was awakened by a rapid knock on the door, followed by a slightly accented voice, "Babatou! Did you go out last night?"

"What do you mean? We're exhausted after a long day. Why are we going outside instead of resting in the bamboo house?"

Wei Xi stood behind Qin Feng who was retorting and saw clearly the face of the person who came to cause trouble.

He was a burly man in his late twenties, with a coat draped over his well-defined muscles. He had a pair of leopard eyes, a broken right eyebrow, and his fan-like hands were clenched into fists as big as sandbags.

No wonder this image is so aggressive.

　Sorry everyone, I underestimated the intimacy between me and my bed. I will update again today to make up for it.

　　I really fell asleep right after touching the pillow...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)