Establishing a Clan in the Eastern Wilderness: A Daily Divination, Cultivating Longevity in a Grotto

An earthen-yellow aura enveloped the two, and the soil parted like flowing water, revealing a downward passage. The two sank into the ground, sinking deeper and deeper.

Hundred feet.

Three hundred feet.

Five hundred feet.

The surrounding pressure was increasing, and the force of the soil pressing down was like a mountain pressing down on you.

Li Changsheng took out another golden light shield talisman and activated it. The pale golden light shield protected the two of them, and the pressure was immediately reduced.

He closed his eyes, his mind communicating with the Heavenly Book, and the [Territory Panoramic Map] quietly began to operate. The Heavenly Book's energy flowed, and a blurry underground structure map slowly unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness—in the southeast direction, about a thousand feet deep, there was a cavity, faintly emitting fluctuations of spiritual energy.

"Over there." Li Changsheng pointed in the direction and led his grandfather toward the cavity.

Finally, at a depth of about nine hundred feet, they encountered a thin layer of light.

The light barrier, having endured tens of thousands of years, was already extremely weak, yet it still stubbornly continued to operate, isolating the soil beneath the ground and creating a space several tens of feet in diameter.

Li Shiren asked in confusion, "Qilin Town has no spiritual veins, and this cave is at least ten thousand years old. How can it still have spiritual energy circulating?"

Li Changsheng was also puzzled and summoned Chi Yu.

"Red Feather, break it."

With a flap of its wings, Chi Yu unleashed a wind blade that slashed fiercely at the light barrier.

hum!

The light shield trembled violently a few times before finally giving way and shattering like a bubble.

Li Changsheng waited for a while to make sure there were no attack restrictions before leading his grandfather inside.

The light barrier behind them slowly reformed, sealing the entrance once more.

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The moment Li Changsheng stepped into the cave, he gasped.

This place is a hidden paradise.

Outside was cramped underground soil, but inside was a vast open space, with spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible; one could feel the spiritual power flowing through one's meridians with every breath.

"This...this is a blessed land?" Li Shiren murmured.

Li Changsheng did not respond, his gaze sweeping around.

The cave dwelling was divided into three layers, and they were only at the outermost edge. Not far in front of them stood a towering stone tablet with four ancient characters engraved on it—he had been trying to decipher them for a long time, but he couldn't recognize a single one.

The four characters emitted a faint spiritual light, and a powerful pressure emanated from them.

Li Changsheng tried to approach, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Barrier.

With his current level of cultivation, it's simply impossible for him to break it.

"This place is of utmost importance." Li Shiren's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of determination. "Chang Sheng, after we get out, set up an array here. I will drink the Forget-Me-Not Water to erase all memories of this place. Only you need to know about this."

As expected of an old man who has lived half his life, his thoughts are insightful and to the point.

Li Changsheng nodded.

He looked back into the depths of the cave. The spiritual energy on the outside was clearly leaking out from inside, and the closer he got to the inner layer, the denser the spiritual energy became.

I can't get in.

He could only walk around in circles.

After walking around, I found that all the rare and exotic plants on the outskirts had been eaten, leaving only bare roots and stems.

Judging from the bite marks, both old and new, it's clear that a living creature once inhabited this place.

"There's a monster." Li Changsheng whispered.

The voice just fell.

A streak of blue light flashed ahead, moving at incredible speed and disappearing in an instant.

Although Li Changsheng reacted quickly, he only had time to see a furry figure disappear into the pile of rocks. He immediately gave chase and found a small beast, no bigger than a palm, behind the rocks.

The small beast was pure white, resembling a ferret, with a pair of dark, bright eyes watching him warily. It still had half a stalk of spiritual herb in its mouth, its cheeks bulging, clearly quite displeased that he had interrupted its meal.

"A treasure-hunting spirit beast!" Li Changsheng was overjoyed.

This little thing is best at finding rare and precious herbs. It devoured all the spiritual flowers and exotic plants on the outskirts, no wonder there's nothing left.

"Akaha, catch them alive."

With a flap of its wings, the red feathers swooped down.

Startled, the little beast dropped the spirit herb in its mouth and ran away at lightning speed, weaving through the rocks like lightning. But no matter how fast it was, it couldn't outrun the Crimson Feather.

Akabane lunged forward, its sharp claws just about to grab the scruff of its neck—

Suddenly, the little beast flicked its tail, and a stream of yellowish-green gas shot out.

Akabane couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely by the gas. His body swayed, and he fell wobbly from mid-air.

Li Changsheng caught a whiff of the scent and immediately felt dizzy. He quickly held his breath and took several steps back.

That's an amazing psychedelic fart.

The little beast seized the opportunity to escape several feet away, glanced back, and a hint of smugness flashed in its eyes.

Just as it was about to speed away, suddenly—

A string appeared silently in front of it, circled around it like a living thing, and bound it tightly.

Mo Yu emerged from the shadows, and with a gentle wave of her hand, the zither string carried the little beast to Li Changsheng's side.

The little beast lay on its back, bound like a rice dumpling by the strings, completely still.

He pretended to be dead again.

Li Changsheng squatted down and poked its belly.

The little beast remained completely still, even stopping its breathing, putting on a very serious act.

"Stop pretending," Li Changsheng said calmly. "Two choices—die, or acknowledge me as your master."

The little animal remained motionless.

Li Changsheng stood up and said to Moyu, "Since it wants to die, then let it have that wish."

Mo Yu nodded, and the strings of the zither were tightened.

The little beast squeaked, its tail twitching as if to fart, but the strings of the zither held it tightly, preventing it from releasing the gas. Its face turned green with frustration. Finally, it couldn't keep up the act any longer. It shook its head frantically, its two little front paws clasped together, bowing repeatedly to Li Changsheng, its bright black eyes filled with ingratiating fawning.

Then, it voluntarily relaxed its mind.

A faint connection of souls was established in Li Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

With a thought, Li Changsheng loosened the strings of his zither, and the little beast darted onto his shoulder with a "whoosh," its fluffy tail circling his neck and affectionately rubbing against his cheek.

"From this day forward, your name will be..."

Li Changsheng thought for a moment and came up with a few names, but the little beast shook its head.

The grandfather suddenly spoke up: "Since it's a treasure-hunting spirit beast, how about calling it 'Wealth-Bringing'?"

The little beast's eyes lit up, and it nodded repeatedly, its tail wagging like a rattle.

Li Changsheng looked at the tiny creature, no bigger than a palm, on his shoulder and smiled slightly: "Alright, let's call it Fortune."

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"Lucky Charm, have you found any treasure here?"

The lucky charm's eyes darted around, clearly hiding many good things.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng began to make grand promises: "Look, there's another layer of barrier inside. When my cultivation is high enough, I'll open the barrier, and there will be plenty of treasures inside. You can take as many as you want then."

Zhao Cai's saliva immediately started flowing.

It squeaked twice, jumped off Li Changsheng's shoulder, and ran behind the pile of rocks. A little while later, it came running back, dragging a tattered cloth bag.

The bag was opened, and all sorts of odds and ends rolled onto the floor.

A few spirit stones of mediocre quality, a few spirit herbs that had been half-eaten, a few unknown seeds, and a piece of rusty iron.

And—a small umbrella with seven colors.

The umbrella was only the size of a palm, its surface was badly damaged, all seven colors had faded, and several of the ribs were broken; it looked like a piece of junk.

But the moment Li Changsheng saw it, the Heavenly Book suddenly trembled.