Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 424 Two Flowers Bloom, Each Telling a Story 6
Half a bed of glass beads cannot piece together the complete truth.

The screams outside the window rose and fell until Wei Xichong... floated off the bed and closed the window.

The screams lessened considerably, at least physically.

Wei Xi was unwilling to admit that the two trapped in the passage, along with himself, might end up in the same situation.

But Wei Xi was acutely aware of this possibility, and it spurred him on, making him rack his brains to find a reasonable explanation.

The glass beads, speckled with light like tears rolling down from the green moon, were hidden away by outsiders of Wei Xi's era within the cramped bed curtains.

Wei Xi, staring at the glass bead, suddenly had a flash of inspiration: the totem in the passage was five flames, could there be an unknown monster?
This point may seem insignificant, but it opened up a new way of thinking for Wei Xi: why not connect these two inexplicable and equally unlucky experiences of his?
These monsters are known to be closely related to the Moonlit Burning Green (i.e., the Green Moon Tide), which in turn is connected to the Bone Reef Sea during Wei Xi's era. Could it be that the defensive fortifications of the Bone Reef Sea were built to defend against these monsters?
"That's not right!" Wei Xi narrowed his eyes, immediately noticing the inconsistency. "The attitude of the moths on the beach shows that the human race has absolutely no status at this time. Moreover, these demonic beasts use yin and yang energy, which means that cultivators who use spiritual power have not yet risen to prominence. How could such a weak human race establish a dead water city in the heart of the demonic beasts' territory?"

Wei Xi and Tun Qing had fought, and even though it had been partially stripped away, severely injured, and suppressed for thousands of years, its strength was still terrifying. There were also three other demonic beasts of equal renown, making it clear that in this era, humanity had to live with its tail between its legs.

Wei Xi suddenly thought, "Wait a minute! In the era of demon beasts, cultivators slaying demons ushered in a golden age! Could it be that after suppressing the demon beasts, that cultivator was unable to kill them, and thus built Deadwater City to suppress the Bone Reef Sea?"

Wei Xi's spirits lifted. Although this idea differed somewhat from his previous speculation, it made more sense.

If this cultivator could truly eliminate the demonic beasts of Dongyi, even if it were just passed down by word of mouth, it wouldn't be without any legends; moreover, there is the living example of Tunqing.

"If that's the case, then what role does this 'Lord Bai' play? And is this the next level, or is there something wrong with my brain?"

Hiding behind the bed curtains, Wei Xi really couldn't think of anything else.

Even those who cultivate immortality cannot escape the dilemma of "you only realize how little you know when you need it."

If Wei Xi had carefully read the records about the Swallowing Beast in Bailu Pavilion after his release from prison, he would have found that there were far more records about the Swallowing Beast than about the other three water-controlling monsters.

Furthermore, according to the records of a senior scholar who was passionate about historical research, the whereabouts of the stream-cutting, moss-covered, and silted-up trees are all unknown.

This senior recorded in "The Great Demon Chronicles" as follows: "The legends and gaps in historical records of the Golden Age have left endless room for imagination for later generations of cultivators. It seems that in that era, human cultivators were omnipotent, not only could they easily kill ancient great demons, but also establish sects and leave their names in history. As a result, countless rumors were born, without any regard for whether they were true or not."

"Take the three-headed demon, which is on par with the Devouring Sun Beast, for example. I've collected over a hundred different accounts, many of which are absurd. According to my research, the last recorded activity of the Luexi was in the area of ​​present-day Yunzhou, where a children's rhyme still goes: 'East of the tea stove, it robbed my Pingjiang River; alas, how tragic, it lost my fertile land; how painful, how regrettable, they exchanged their own children to eat.'"

"The last time the corresponding drought occurred was near the present-day City of the Dead. It is said that the drought promised to build a dike near the City of the Dead and create another oasis, but with the mysterious disappearance of the drought, the matter was left unresolved. To this day, there are still dike ruins more than a hundred feet east of the City of the Dead. From what I can see, it must have been a demonic art to build such a magnificent and sturdy dike."

"The three-headed demons are depicted in popular legends as being slain countless times by fictional cultivators, yet they all mysteriously disappeared for a period of time. This is the prevailing trend in the cultivation world today."

Wei Xi was completely unaware of the above records because her reading was highly utilitarian; fortunately, she was still quite intelligent, and being in the thick of it, she managed to piece together the truth to some extent.

At this moment, Wei Xi, with his mind racing, carefully recalled Lue Xi and Tan Moss's every word and action.

"The beach moss used a spell on me, and I felt like its skin was about to merge with the sand." Recalling those strangely shaped creatures, Wei Xi had a bad feeling. "Merge? The beach moss's ability is fusion?"

No wonder there are deformed skeletons in the passage; they might be the "masterpiece" of some later level.

"As for the Stream of Emotion? Or the Exchange? The Exchange is more like the drought that created thousands of oases in the Western Regions." Wei Xi put away the glass beads one by one, and made a guess about the monster represented by the fifth ball of flame—"Sea Warrior".

While she was thinking, Wei Xi felt a heat in her arms. She alertly pulled the bed curtains tighter before taking out the [Fish Intestine Mirror].

The mirror showed two heads huddled together. Qin Feng saw Lian Gouyan's skin and tentatively called out, "Xiao Xi?"

Wei Xi nodded slightly, and Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the snake relaxed completely.

"Thank goodness, I thought you weren't going to mention it anymore since we just switched fishing gear. Are you on shore now?"

Wei Xi's gaze fell on Lian Gouyan, whose face was marked with slap marks and who had a bitter smile on his face. The latter said self-deprecatingly, "This is all thanks to you. If it were my own face, Qin Feng would probably have blown my head off."

Wei Xi sighed, thinking that Qin Feng's powerful martial arts were a double-edged sword, before replying, "Yes and no."

The two people opposite: ?
Wei Xi felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing that puzzled expression on his own face, and firmly believed that he could never make such a clear expression.

To get rid of this discomfort, Wei Xi quickly explained the situation on his end.

"You mean you were near the Bone Reef Sea a long time ago? Those monsters mistook you for a subordinate of the Everlasting Tree?"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he turned to look at Lian Gouhan, who realized what was happening and exclaimed, "I'm innocent! It was that painter who painted me like this! I have absolutely no relation to those Lord Bai or Lord Song!"

"Alright," Wei Xi interrupted, "This is quite strange. It's Lord Bai, but my [true self] isn't with me. Did you two find the Qiankun Bag?"

Lian Gouyan put away his joking thoughts and pulled out four different kinds of Qiankun bags from his tail. "I found them by crawling inside!"

"Not only that!" After saying that, Qin Feng slightly turned his body to the side, gesturing for Wei Xi to look at the pile of Qiankun bags behind him. "They were all found by using hooks to crawl into the wall."

“There are still a lot of bones inside, but I’m not very good at that,” Lian Gouhan lowered its tail. “I can’t tell when they’re from. There are quite a few, so I didn’t bring them out.”

Wei Xi's expression was a little strange. After a pause, he said, "You can still use [Enter the Painting]?"

Lian Gou nodded, then said with a troubled expression, "But it hasn't recovered yet. I can only go in once a day."

Now it was Wei Xi's turn to have a clear expression, and she then shared her idea about the exchange.

After listening to Wei Xi's account, Qin Feng, feeling that he had no use for his skills, suddenly said, "Isn't there a balance scale? Perhaps Lian Gouhan's soul plus his abilities equals your soul?"

I searched for pictures of ancient glass beads. They have limited luster, but the craftsmanship in the world of cultivation should be exquisite.

The school environment is great. Although the cafeteria is slightly inferior to that of undergraduate dormitories, it makes up for it. I've been tidying up my dorm these past two days. There's a volunteer activity tomorrow, so I'll continue working.

Yesterday, this foolish author attended a meeting and found people studying inside. In the afternoon, passing by a gym, I discovered people working out even though school hadn't started yet! How could they be so rebellious? Deeply angered, the author angrily ran three kilometers!