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Chapter 171 Luo Qianning

Meng Yanqing bid farewell to her parents.

He then went to say goodbye to his younger siblings.

Meng Yan'an had just learned to walk and wobbled into his arms.

Meng Yanwei stood quietly to the side, handed him a copy of "Records of Strange Beasts" that he had handwritten, and said softly, "Brother, this book records strange beasts from Medicine King Mountain, which may be helpful."

Meng Yanning then gave him a few pieces of her treasured spiritual fruit and told him to eat them on the way.

Meng Yanqing looked at her younger siblings, her heart softening.

Under the concerned gaze of his family, Meng Yanqing shouldered his bag and casually tucked the dark blue stone brick that Ji Beichuan had forced on him into his waistband.

Alone, bathed in the morning light, he descended the stone steps of the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, his figure gradually disappearing into the misty mountain path at the end.

His destination was Yaowang Mountain, which Meng Xihong had mentioned.

Yaowang Mountain.

Located a thousand miles southeast of Tianyan Sect, it is a large mountain range stretching for nearly several thousand miles.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a master alchemist built a hermitage here to refine elixirs. The elixir's energy permeated the mountains and rivers, making this place exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, nurturing countless exotic flowers, rare herbs, and precious medicinal plants.

It also attracted a large number of monsters to roam and dwell there.

From afar, the peaks of Yaowang Mountain vie for beauty, and countless streams rush through its valleys.

The main peak soars into the clouds, and its summit is covered with snow that never melts.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, like a light veil dancing in the air, sometimes revealing ancient pines with gnarled branches on the cliffs, and sometimes showing waterfalls rushing down the deep valleys.

A rich spiritual energy and a faint medicinal fragrance permeate the air; taking a deep breath brings a sense of tranquility and joy.

Meng Yanqing stepped into the outer edge of the mountain range. The trees were towering and the vines were entwined. Sunlight filtered through the layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows.

He controlled his energy and walked with a steady gait, each step landing silently, like a cheetah moving through the forest.

But he hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped.

Not right.

It's too quiet.

Logically speaking, the area around Medicine King Mountain should be teeming with low-level demonic beasts, if not everywhere. At the very least, the sounds of insects chirping, birds singing, beasts roaring, and monkeys howling should never cease.

But now, apart from the rustling of leaves in the wind, there is only deathly silence.

It was as if an invisible, terrifying beast was sleeping here, and all things were silent.

He planned to consolidate his cultivation in the outer areas by fighting against demonic beasts, seeking an opportunity to break through his bottleneck.

But now it seems that this plan may have to be changed.

Just as Meng Yanqing was looking around warily, preparing to investigate further.

It is a hundred miles away from Yaowang Mountain.

A nimble figure, using the artificial hills and flowers as cover, stealthily made its way out of the valley.

The man was wearing a slightly oversized, moon-white monk's robe, with a dark belt around his waist that accentuated his physique—not muscular, but not frail either.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and she was even more beautiful than a woman.

Especially those eyes, as black as lacquer, were lively and cunning.

At this moment, however, those eyes were filled with the excitement of impending freedom and a hint of nervousness, like a thief caught in the act.

"Hmph, the old man always locks me up in the valley, saying it's dangerous outside. I, Luo Qianning, don't believe a word of that! This time I'm going to run far away to Qingzhou, let's see how you manage to catch me and take me back!"

Luo Qianning muttered to herself, but her steps became even lighter.

"Having finally managed to sneak out this time, I'm determined to make a name for myself in the cultivation world and let everyone know how powerful I, Young Master Luo Qian, am!"

Luo Qianning took a deep breath, feeling his heart expand. He had heard that in ancient times, a great alchemist had built a hermitage on Yaowang Mountain in Qingzhou to refine elixirs, and that it was home to countless rare and precious herbs. This was precisely why he had come here.

"Hehe, maybe I'll stumble upon some ancient inheritance, and I'll ascend to the heavens in one step, surpassing that old man in cultivation! When that time comes, I'll take charge, lock him up in solitary confinement, and punish him by making him copy pill formulas for me every day!"

He suppressed his surging emotions and decided to take care of business first.

After all, when traveling, elixirs are an essential item, and the more raw materials for refining elixirs, the better.

To avoid being discovered, he only brought this outfit, some herb-gathering tools, a storage bag, and a precious alchemy furnace with him on this trip.

Although he had never been to Medicine King Mountain in person, he had seen it in the sect's records and had a good understanding of the distribution of medicinal herbs in the mountain. Moreover, he carried a special magical tool for identifying and picking medicinal herbs when he came out, so he was very adept at doing this.

Luo Qianning nimbly swept into the dense forest surrounding Yaowang Mountain, like a fish entering the sea.

With keen eyes, he swept across the forest, rock crevices, and streamsides, pausing frequently to skillfully pick each old, high-quality herb.

In just half a day, the jade boxes and medicine pouches he carried with him had become quite full.

However, as they delved deeper, Luo Qianning frowned slightly.

Not right.

It's so quiet.

The area around Medicine King Mountain isn't exactly teeming with demonic beasts, but it's not uncommon to encounter low-level demonic beasts in the Qi Refining stage, such as spirit-smelling rats, docile herbivorous deer, or snakes and insects that aren't particularly violent.

But today, as he traveled along, he rarely saw any trace of demonic beasts, except for the occasional startled bird.

An eerie silence hung over the forest, as if all the creatures had deliberately hidden themselves away.

Or, they avoided this area in advance.

"Strange, these monsters seem to be hiding from something."

Luo Qianning became wary. Although he rarely went out to train, he had heard many strange tales and read many sect records since childhood, and he knew that if something was unusual, there must be something fishy going on.

He immediately slowed his pace, subtly extending his spiritual sense to perceive the surrounding movements. At the same time, he made up his mind to pick a few more herbs he liked before leaving this somewhat eerie outer area.

Luo Qianning cautiously made her way towards a mountain hollow where the spiritual energy was relatively abundant.

Just as he parted a clump of fragrant ferns, his gaze suddenly sharpened and fixed on a clearing not far away.

There.

Its soil has a strange pale gold color, and no grass grows within several feet around it.

Only in the center stood a small tree, about the height of a person.

This tree has a peculiar shape; it has no leaves or flowers, and its branches are twisted like a dragon. Its entire body has a warm, grayish-white color, as if it were carved from some kind of jade.

At the tips of the main branches, several clusters of spiritual light, each the size of a pigeon's egg and shimmering with iridescent colors, were gathering. Inside these clusters, tiny, embryo-like fruits were slowly taking shape, emitting a strange sandalwood fragrance that calmed the mind.

Luo Qianning's heart suddenly raced.

He thought of the tree, recalling the ancient texts in the valley, but he couldn't remember its exact name.

But the rich spiritual energy and unique sandalwood fragrance it exudes all proclaim its extraordinary nature!

He approached cautiously. The pale golden soil exuded a pure earthy aura, while the tree itself radiated an extreme vitality and woody aura.

Two extreme forces converge here, yet remain strangely balanced.

It’s coming! It’s really coming this time!
Luo Qianning blushed with excitement and was about to step forward to examine it closely.

But right now!
Several miles away, Meng Yanqing, who was stealthily following the trail of a Qi Refining Level 6 demon wolf, suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, and looked towards the direction of the mountain valley!

A surge of extremely pure yet fleeting spiritual energy entered his senses!
A baby has been born!
And... there was also the presence of another person.

Meng Yanqing's eyes narrowed, and his qi and blood instantly converged to the extreme. He seemed to merge with the surrounding trees, and his figure moved silently towards the mountain hollow like a cheetah.

Whether it's human or demon, we have to go and see what's going on with this opportunity!
(End of this chapter)