Cultivation begins with forming a bond with a spirit bee.

Chapter 79 Yunyang

At the front of the group, Zhang Yanliang and two other late-stage Qi Refining cultivators were about to break out of the snow-covered area.

The cultivators behind were also squeezing out their mana, and no one cared about Li Xiaoxiao's death.

A cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining was barely hanging on at the back of the group, but after repelling the vines twice in a row, he finally exhausted his mana.

Then, the person at the end changed again.

Death is like an invisible knife hanging over everyone's head.

Old Xue's forehead was covered in sweat as he held a spirit stone in his hand, absorbing its energy.

Even though he was at the fifth level of Qi Refining and had plenty of spiritual items prepared, it was still difficult for him to move quickly while protecting Xue Yang.

The rumbling sound came from behind them, beneath the snow.

Old Man Xue's expression changed drastically, and he immediately realized that Xue Teng had set his sights on them.

"grandfather!"

Xue Yang also sensed something, and his voice trembled slightly.

Old Man Xue gritted his teeth, took off his storage bag, hung it on Xue Yang, and suddenly his spiritual light surged, pushing Xue Yang forward.

"Xiao Yang, run!"

This push sent Xue Yang flying several meters away.

Xue Yang staggered forward and fell, then turned around.

Old Xue stood alone in the wind and snow, his body hunched over, his robes fluttering in the wind.

The long sword in his hand floated beside him, exuding a sharp and fierce aura.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Xue Yang, but the vines had already attacked and entangled with him, quickly disappearing into the blizzard.

A surge of impulse welled up inside Xue Yang, and he wanted to run back to help.

But his inner desire to live, and a fear that seemed to come from nowhere, made him turn his back and chase after the main group.

Ahead, three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators rushed out of Tianmen Mountain.

The gale subsided abruptly, and the snowfall vanished instantly, as if the world had transformed in a single moment.

Zhang Yanliang flew in mid-air, looking back with a gloomy and inscrutable expression.

After a long pause, he let out a soft sigh.

Ten breaths later, Qu Ye stepped out of Tianmen Mountain.

Once everyone was on solid ground, Zhang Yanliang gathered them together and began to count the number of people.

The team that arrived consisted of nearly thirty people, but now only eleven remain.

Of the group that formed a team with Qu Ye, only Jiang Fan and Xue Yang survived.

In truth, Xue Yang's survival was partly due to luck.

The snow vines seemed only capable of moving through the snow, and after Xue Yang narrowly escaped the snowstorm, they stopped pursuing him.

"Please do not panic. Once we pass Tianmen Mountain, there will be no more danger. We will be able to enter the Yunyang Market area in just a few days."

"Everyone, rest for a day and recover your magical power. We'll set off tomorrow."

Zhang Yanliang cupped his hands towards the remaining cultivators and said loudly.

Upon hearing this, everyone lit a bonfire and sat down to meditate.

After meditating for a while, Jiang Fan leaned closer to Qu Ye: "Fellow Daoist Mingyue, I didn't expect Tianmen Mountain to be so dangerous, death..."

"So many people."

Qu Ye opened his eyes and nodded: "That's true, but if it weren't for the snow vine taking advantage of the right time and place, I'm afraid it wouldn't have lost many of its kind."

Jiang Fan sighed, his expression unchanged, and pointed to Xue Yang, who was huddled in the corner: "Fellow Daoist Xue, what's going on here?"

Qu Ye shook his head.

"I don't know either."

He ran so fast that he didn't notice how Old Man Xue died.

But it's probably mostly to save his grandson.

Otherwise, given Old Man Xue's experience and cultivation, he shouldn't have died at Tianmen Mountain.

Jiang Fan didn't ask any more questions. After chatting for a few minutes, the two sat down to meditate again.

Day two.

The group once again embarked on their journey to Yunyang Market.

Unexpectedly, just as they stepped out of the Tianmen Mountain area, several figures flew in from the side.

The leader of this group was a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator dressed in brocade robes, while the rest were all mid-stage cultivators.

After the two sides met, they cautiously confronted each other for a moment. Then Zhang Yanliang cupped his hands and stepped forward to talk with the monk in brocade robes.

After exchanging a few words, the cultivator in brocade robes glanced in the direction Qu Ye and the others had come from and asked with some confusion, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, did you cross Tianmen Mountain from there?"

Zhang Yanliang thought for a moment and felt there was nothing to hide. He gave a wry smile and said, "Just as you said, we spent several days and suffered a lot before we were able to escape this mountain."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator in brocade robes pointed in another direction: "Why doesn't Fellow Daoist Zhang go that way?"

Zhang Yanliang was taken aback: "Isn't that direction a desert, where Foundation Establishment level monsters might even roam?"

"Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Zhang, that was two months ago." The brocade-robed cultivator paused. "Two months ago, the Foundation Establishment ancestor of the Chen family, along with two other Foundation Establishment friends, killed that demonic beast."

"Now, if we want to get to the other side of Tianmen Mountain, we just need to cross the desert. Although it takes a while, there is almost no danger."

Upon hearing the words of the monk in brocade robes, Zhang Yanliang and everyone behind him fell silent.

Xue Yang clenched his fists even tighter.

It took them a month to travel through the nearest market town to Tianmen Mountain. When Zhang Yanliang and the others gathered information, they only learned that Tianmen Mountain was extremely dangerous and required careful handling.

There is absolutely no information about the Foundation Establishment level demon beast being killed.

After a long pause, Zhang Yanliang managed a weak smile: "Thank you for informing us, fellow Daoist. We are truly unaware of this situation, and we apologize for making a fool of ourselves."

The monk in brocade robes sensed something was amiss, chuckled, and said he had something to attend to, leading the others away.

For the rest of the journey, the group barely spoke, simply continuing their journey in silence.

After three days, when they crossed a wide river, a colossal creature finally appeared on the horizon, perched on the ground.

The nearly thirty-foot-high wall was entirely forged from spirit ore and was covered with a dense array of restrictions.

Four enormous entrances, each about ten feet wide, swarmed with numerous cultivators coming and going.

Various magical artifacts flashed in the air, and Qu Ye couldn't see through the cultivation levels of a considerable number of them.

Qu Ye and the others approached and waited in the long line.

At that moment, a figure seemed to ride the wind, flashing past at an extremely fast speed and directly entering the market.

A spiritual pressure far exceeding that of the Qi Refining stage flashed by.

Foundation Establishment cultivator!

After a while, two more Foundation Establishment cultivators flew across the sky.

"Is this one of the four major markets in the Yun Kingdom?"

Qu Ye felt a surge of excitement.

The others around them were also amazed, their eyes filled with longing and excitement.

After waiting for another half hour, it was finally Qu Ye and his group's turn.

A large, square stone stood at the city gate, bearing a palm print. Two cultivators, their robes embroidered with a half-cloud, half-sun pattern, blocked their way.

Qu Ye stopped and pressed his right hand against the palm print.

One of the Yunyang Sect disciples looked up and said, "Qi Refining Level 5."

The other person wrote it down in the booklet, and then began to question Qu Ye about his background.

Qu Ye did not hide anything: "Zhang Mingyue comes from Wuliufang Market in the southwest of Yun Kingdom."

The disciple on duty nodded, accepted a spirit stone, handed Qu Ye a magic token, and instructed, "This is equivalent to your identity certificate. You will need this to rent a cave dwelling or sell items in the market. Keep it safe."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist."

After everyone had finished their inspection, Zhang Yanliang cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Now that we have arrived, farewell, everyone."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

The other cultivators also bowed slightly and left.

Jiang Fan approached Qu Ye with a grin and handed him a communication talisman: "Fellow Daoist Mingyue, I plan to find a talisman shop in the market to make a living. If you need any talismans, feel free to come to me. I'll give you a discount."

Qu Ye nodded in agreement.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Fan, he began to stroll around Yunyangfang Market.

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