Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

The Qingmu Market has a rule that those who stay here are protected by the market and are strictly prohibited from private fights. As long as he doesn't leave, even if the White Bone Demon has extraordinary abilities, she wouldn't dare to force her way in.

Although this might cause you to miss some opportunities, in the face of an absolute difference in strength, survival is the greatest opportunity.

Fan Yuan closed his eyes and sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness.

A hundred miles away, there is the Wuzhuang Temple.

Inside the Spirit Tea Garden, Shen Feng, the clone, stood at the windy spot, facing the biting mountain wind and breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fan Yuan ignored the outside world's disturbances and completely entered a state of seclusion.

Since we can't get out, let's cultivate.

Shen Feng took out the jade slip containing the "Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique" and placed it on his forehead again.

This time, he was no longer just going to dabble in it; he was going to completely integrate this escape technique into his very being.

Time slipped away day by day amidst the monotonous practice.

Outside the market, two servants sent by Madam Bai stood guard at the exit day and night, like two statues.

They were waiting for Fan Yuan to come out.

Or perhaps it will be the day when Fan Yuan runs out of spirit stones and is driven out of the market.

……

Longevity Hill, early morning.

The main peak, usually shrouded in clouds and mist, was now completely enveloped by a layer of almost tangible milky-white fog.

This is not ordinary water vapor, but a spiritual tide formed when the earth's veins surge and spiritual energy erupts to its peak.

"Thump!"

A deep, resonant bell tolled from the Golden Bell Tower deep within the Wuzhuang Temple, dispersing the mist in front of the mountain gate and striking the hearts of all the outer disciples.

The earth's spiritual energy and tides have reached their peak.

In the square in front of the General Affairs Hall, hundreds of outer disciples and servants stood in a dense crowd, holding their breath and staring intently at the tightly closed side door of the mountain-protecting array.

Steward Wang Xu stood on the high platform, expressionless, his voice amplified by spiritual energy, resounding throughout the entire area:

"By order of the elders, the earth spirit tide has reached its peak today. The mountain forest restriction surrounding the mountain protection array for three days will be activated, regardless of life or death."

"All disciples of our sect may enter the forest to gather spiritual herbs and hunt demonic beasts. Of what they obtain, 50% shall be handed over to the sect and the other 50% shall be kept by themselves."

"Remember, beneath the tides, the demonic beasts rage; their lives are at your own risk. Gate of the formation, open!"

With a wave of the command flag in Wang Xu's hand, the bronze array gate, which was ten feet high, burst open with a roar. A wave of spiritual energy so dense it was suffocating, mixed with the roars of wild beasts and the stench of blood, rushed towards them instantly.

"Charge!"

"The Purple Grass is mine!"

"Quickly, head to Blackwind Valley in the west! There are companion spirit ore deposits there!"

Hundreds of figures swarmed through the forest like locusts, riding various low-level magical artifacts, or even running on foot, rushing into the vast mountain forest that was usually considered a forbidden area.

Among the crowd, Shen Feng, dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe, stood quietly.

With the end of Xuanfeng Daoist's seclusion, he also finished his duties at the Spirit Tea Garden and returned to his own Earth Spirit Medicine Garden.

At this moment, he remained calm and was not in a hurry to be the first.

"Junior Brother Shen!"

Several of the handyman disciples who were on good terms with him gathered around. The one in the lead had a big smile on his face: "Junior Brother Shen, your wind magic is superb. Why don't you team up with us? We've discovered a place where Crimson Essence Mushrooms grow. If Junior Brother's wind blades clear the way, we're sure to return with a full load."

"Yes, Brother Shen, many hands make light work, and it's good to have someone to help you out," another person chimed in.

Shen Feng glanced at the group and shook his head slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, junior brothers. My cultivation method is special and requires me to travel alone with the help of the wind. It would be difficult to use with more people. Besides, I only plan to wander around the outer perimeter, so I won't delay your fortune."

Those people looked regretful, but they didn't dare to force him. After all, Shen Feng was no longer the same as before. He was a favorite who had even been bestowed with Taoist magic by the Qingfeng Ancestor.

After the others left, Shen Feng adjusted the storage bag at his waist.

Inside were three specially made spirit-sealing boxes, jade boxes used to preserve the medicinal properties of high-grade spiritual herbs, and a thick stack of talismans, all of which were life-saving talismans that Fan Yuan himself had purchased at the market.

"Fifty percent is handed over, and the other half is kept by oneself."

Shen Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.

This may seem like a gift from the sect, but it's actually a way to cultivate poison. As the Daoist temple of the ancestor of earth immortals, Wuzhuang Temple doesn't lack these external resources at all. What they want are the elites who survive this brutal battle.

"The wind rises."

Shen Feng let out a low shout, and a green light flashed beneath his feet. He was like a light willow catkin, drifting along with the surging crowd into the misty mountain forest.

……

After entering the forest for ten miles, the light suddenly dimmed.

The thick spiritual mist not only blocked the view, but also suppressed the range of divine sense. Ordinary Qi Refining disciples would have their divine sense swallowed up by the mist if it left their bodies within three zhang.

But this does not include Shen Feng.

He closed his eyes and moved swiftly through the dense forest, his toes lightly touching the treetops, making no sound.

"The wind seeps into everything."

In his perceived world, there was no fog, only a net woven from countless streams of air.

Three hundred paces to the left front, the air currents were turbulent, carrying a stench of blood and gore.

Shen Feng slightly shifted his body and instantly changed direction.

A moment later, a scream came from that direction. Two disciples who were fighting for a century-old spiritual herb were ambushed by the Ironback Wolf lurking in the shadows and died instantly.

Five hundred paces to the right, the spiritual energy fluctuated violently, and metal clanged against metal.

Two groups of cultivators were fighting over a few pieces of spirit ore. Former fellow disciples were now facing each other with swords drawn, each move potentially fatal.

Shen Feng remained expressionless, his feet moving with the Wind Escape Technique, like a ghost, avoiding these troublesome places from afar.

He is not greedy.

He didn't even glance at low-level spiritual herbs or ordinary demonic beasts. His goal was clear: to use his perception of the wind to find the true treasures that were hidden by natural formations and difficult for ordinary people to discover.

One hour later.

Shen Feng had already ventured fifty miles into the mountains and forests.

There are far fewer cultivators here, but the aura of the demonic beasts is becoming increasingly terrifying.

Suddenly, Shen Feng, who was walking at a fast pace, stopped on the canopy of a towering ancient tree.

"call!"

A mountain breeze swept across the cliffs ahead.

Something's not right.

Ordinary winds striking rocks produce a crisp echo, but when this wind blew through a crack in the middle of the cliff, the echo became unusually muffled, as if it had been swallowed up by something.

Something's strange.

Shen Feng opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a blue light.

He did not approach rashly, but instead flicked his finger, and a barely perceptible wind blade shot out and disappeared into the crack.

"Buzz".

A faint ripple appeared at the crack, then returned to calm.

A natural illusion array.

This kind of formation is not man-made, but rather a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges, a magnetic field naturally formed by the terrain, and is often accompanied by rare and precious materials.

Shen Feng's heart stirred, and his body drifted down like a falling leaf, sliding along the rock wall toward the crack.

Three zhang away from the crack, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out through the gaps in the illusion array.

"This is……"

Shen Feng took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy within his body began to stir.

He made a hand seal, and the wind at his fingertips condensed into needles, which he then stabbed fiercely at the weakest point of the ripple.

"break!"

The illusion array cracked open like ripples in water.

Shen Feng slipped inside.

Inside the crack was a hidden world, a small stone platform about ten feet in diameter, in the center of which grew a purplish-black Ganoderma lucidum shaped like an umbrella.