Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Zuo Qiuchi had just made a joke when he thought of something crude based on Chu Mingkong's analogy of the key, but he was immediately silenced by Zuo Donglu's innocent and naive question.

Chu Mingkong nodded approvingly to Aunt Donglu, but when he noticed Zuo Qiuchi's fierce gaze, he immediately shook his head.

"Alright, get up. What's the point of lying here like this? The white fog dissipated so suddenly. Are you trying to expose yourself?"

Zuo Qiuchi took out two dust-free talismans, slapped one on his own forehead, and then slapped one on Zuo Donglu's forehead as well.

Chu Mingkong picked them both up in a rather impatient manner and carefully changed their clothes.

He also serves them while they change clothes, which has many benefits. He can treat them like Nuannuan to play with and give them clothes that he likes.

After changing her clothes, Zuo Donglu suddenly asked:

"Qiu Chi, you were just looking disheveled. Won't you feel uncomfortable changing into new clothes right away?"

"Donglu, aren't you embarrassed? Can't you ask something normal?" Zuo Qiuchi pinched his sister's cheek fiercely.

Amidst their playful banter, Yun Nongyu continued to inquire with Chu Mingkong about the various questions and doubts surrounding the place.

There were many questions that Chu Mingkong couldn't answer, and for some he could only give a few words in response.

The simplest question is how he knew that Ke Qing's cultivation technique could help him go to the Heavenly Realm, but he couldn't answer it, and he couldn't even come up with a suitable answer.

If it were really such a random coincidence that it could be discovered, would the members of the Rakshasa Society have gone through so much trouble?

Chu Mingkong could only ask the system for help, but the system was not very willing to act as a tour guide and give them all sorts of introductions and answer their questions.

There's no need to answer these questions; once the Heavenly Realm arrives, all these doubts will disappear.

They have so many questions now, simply because they're getting impatient waiting here.

"One last question, really just this one, it's really necessary!" Chu Mingkong, who was pretending to meditate, was actually communicating with the system in his mind.

"Go ahead," the woman's beautiful, magnetic voice rang out, but unfortunately only Chu Mingkong heard it; Zuo Qiuchi and the others were completely unaware.

"How long can we stay in the Heavenly Realm this time? Is the time here synchronized with the outside world?"

"Not synchronized, but not by much. As for how long you can stay in the Heavenly Domain, a rune will appear on the thighs of these girls in a moment. When the rune completely disappears, you will be sent back."

Chu Mingkong nodded thoughtfully, then opened his eyes and said to his beloved master beside him:

"My dear Master, lift up your skirt, it's urgent!"

"roll!"

Chapter 138 Damn it... West

"Huh, there really is a pattern. What's going on?" Zuo Qiuchi exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with astonishment.

To confirm the matter by lifting her skirt, they eventually came to Zuo Donglu, which was taking advantage of her good temper.

At that moment, under Zuo Qiuchi's "coercion," Zuo Donglu grabbed her skirt with both hands and lifted it up to her body. Her expression was indifferent, showing no signs of shyness or anger.

The group gathered around Zuo Donglu, carefully observing the strange patterns that had appeared on her thighs.

The pattern is dark red, composed of unfamiliar characters and patterns from a specific culture, and the color gradually changes, shifting in brightness as Zuo Donglu breathes in and out. However, this change is not very noticeable and can almost be ignored.

"This can be seen as an hourglass; when it completely fades, it means we will be deported."

"How did you know?" Zuo Qiuchi pinched his traitor's cheek and said irritably, "Still looking, still looking! Your head is practically buried in it, and you're still trying to get in!"

I was thinking, Master, you've been pretty close, haven't you? I was even trying to tickle Aunt Donglu just now... Chu Mingkong thought to himself, then replied:

“In the past, when my sister-in-law Keqing and I were cultivating, we triggered a similar situation. But at that time, it was a aimless white mist illusion, and there were such marks in it indicating the time of repatriation.”

"So where was that mark on your thigh or your butt? Like a pig in an official slaughterhouse, stamped before being sold?" Zuo Qiuchi lowered his sister's skirt, indicating that she didn't need to keep holding it up.

Zuo Donglu was curious whether she was the only one with this mark, so she tried to lift Zuo Qiuchi's hand. Zuo Qiuchi did not slap her hand away. After confirmation, Zuo Qiuchi also had the same mark, so it was assumed that everyone had it.

Chu Mingkong, in an exaggerated and joking tone, said that he also had one, and then brought up a lame joke he had heard a long time ago.

“Mine is the character ‘茜’ (qiàn), on the handle.”

Zuo Qiuchi had known him for many years and could tell at a glance that he was about to say something outrageous. But since he had nothing else to do and was just idling around, he played along and became the straight man.

"Why is it the character '茜'? Whose name is that?" She waited expressionlessly for Chu Mingkong's performance.

"At first I was also curious as to why it was the character '茜' (Qian), but later I discovered the hidden meaning: it was because I hadn't stood up straight yet."

Once fully unfolded, it was discovered that inside were written: "If it benefits the nation, I will risk my life... I entrust my sorrowful heart... to the wind, all the way to Yelang in the west."

After Chu Mingkong recited a long string of poems in one breath, the women fell silent.

Because they had never heard of these poems before, they were less amusing, but that didn't stop them from understanding what they meant.

"I didn't understand," Zuo Donglu said, puzzled. "Wasn't it about patterns? Why did it turn into a poem?"

"The 'Qian' he mentioned actually refers to the beginning and end of that poem. The content in the middle was initially hidden in the folds of flesh. Only when he hardened up and stretched out the skin could the complete poem be seen. He was saying that he had particularly long skin."

"..." Chu Mingkong.

The group waited for a long time in the misty space, and finally, signs of the mist dissipating appeared around them.

Chu Mingkong got excited first. He was about to think that something had gone wrong. The system was annoyed that he kept asking questions and didn't respond to him for a long time.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, colors began to emerge. First, green plants revealed their leaves in the light mist, and then the vast blue sky displayed its grandeur. The surrounding scenery quickly came into view.

Faced with this scene, Zuo Qiuchi could hardly believe that she had "arrived in the Heavenly Realm." She asked in disbelief:

"Even if it's teleportation, it shouldn't be like this, Mingkong. Are you sure we've arrived in the Heavenly Realm, and not some illusion that's turning the scenery of the Heavenly Realm into a mirage and placing it in front of us?"

Even Yun Nongyu shared similar sentiments with Zuo Qiuchi.

However, the perfect spiritual energy that gradually thickened around them was difficult to fake!

This is the essence of the divine soul and spiritual energy, the key to tempering a cultivator's divine soul, and also the key factor that creates the gap between the Heavenly Realm and the Lower Realm!

"So this is divine soul energy? The world here truly feels more complete and perfect than ours; it's hard to describe..."

Yun Nongyu spoke softly, and for once, she no longer half-closed her eyes, but fully opened her eyes, which were like clear lake water reflecting the surrounding world.

Her Taoist rhythm flowed with her hands as she sensed and explored this new world.

Although Chu Mingkong also wanted to close his eyes and sense the differences between different worlds, he was very vigilant and first paid attention to his surroundings.

They are currently in a river valley, surrounded by mountains on both sides. The sky is clear, and in the distance are rugged mountains with snow that never melts, resembling a white jade dragon lying on the mountain ridge.

“There seems to be no one around for dozens of miles,” Yun Nongyu said.

Instead of being surprised by the changes in her surroundings, Zuo Donglu first looked down to check the patterned marks on her thigh and said:

"It does seem to be gradually darkening, but the change is very slow, and it may take seven to ten days to completely disappear."

"Is that all the time we have? It seems we're really pressed for time. We need to plan and arrange things properly; we can't just keep wandering around aimlessly." Chu Mingkong put away his playful smile.

Zuo Qiuchi leaped up with his sword, reaching a high vantage point, where he surveyed the surroundings, his field of vision expanding dramatically.

She held her breath and frowned as she looked around at this unfamiliar world. Her doubts about the Heavenly Realm had not diminished in the slightest after seeing it with her own eyes.

Several colossal pillars stand tall in this area, reaching into the clouds with no visible peak.

This scene was similar to the feeling they had when they first arrived at the Sword Emperor Dynasty and saw the dozen or so sword peaks at a glance.

"There seems to be something in the sky... It doesn't look like a fairy island or anything. This celestial realm is really strange." Zuo Qiuchi gathered spiritual energy in his eyes and looked into the distance, as if he had discovered some magnificent palaces.

A heaven beyond the heavens?

Chu Mingkong leaped onto her sword and asked:

"Have you found any signs of human activity? There's no point in us just looking around here; it's a waste of time."

"It's invisible. The mountains here are layered upon layered, with only the valleys and river valleys being flat. Even if you project your senses out, it's hard to detect any trace of them."

Zuo Qiuchi's observations were similar to what Chu Mingkong had perceived.

"What if we end up not even being able to get out of this strange valley and just wasting all our time here... Will we be stuck here cultivating for almost ten days?"

Fortunately, Yun Nongyu grasped something, and her Daoist aura became even more fluid in the Heavenly Realm. She found an inconspicuous plant full of spiritual energy and was even able to go up and talk to that plant.

“People have been here before, so let’s try going that way.”

Chapter 139 The Little Fox of the Demon Tribe

Group 6383 Ling left private 97

Qingyuan Valley.

Inside a temple, several demon women were gathered together. Among them was an old flower demon woman who was taking the pulse and diagnosing an aging fox, touching its paws and tail.

"Grandma Flower, how is my mother...?" A cute little white fox looked anxiously at the old flower fairy, its little paw tugging at the old woman's clothes.

"It's difficult, not optimistic. It has absorbed bad spiritual energy, which has tainted its own spiritual veins." The old flower demon sighed, and even the flower stamen on her head drooped with pity and sorrow, as if in sympathy.

"Huh?" The little white fox looked stunned, her eyes filled with a struggle to accept reality: "Then... then is there any way to cure it? We demons all say that you, Granny Flower Fairy, have cured more illnesses than we've seen sunrises. You must have a way!"

"Oh! Yes, there are some..."

The old man regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Sometimes, giving a glimmer of hope before extinguishing it is undoubtedly the cruelest thing to do, but the little fox's expression made the old man feel reluctant.

Most doctors are compassionate.

"Grandma Flower Fairy, tell me what you can do. What kind of medicinal herbs are needed? I'll go and try to find them!"

"Yes, there is a White Dragon Valley to the west of here. It is the forbidden area of ​​the Illusion Palace and is said to be the site of the ruins of an ancient palace. There are withered grasses inside that can purify your mother's spiritual veins."

"The forbidden area of ​​the Illusionary Palace..." the little fox murmured.

She knew that place; when the demon tribe migrated there, the elders repeatedly emphasized not to go near it.

It is a place where ancient restrictions are left everywhere. It is the ruins left behind by the great powers of the past. Not only are deadly traps everywhere, but it also has a natural, mesmerizing quality. Those who fall into the trap will run to the depths of the valley as if possessed, and it will be difficult to find any trace of them again.

Since the little fox could remember, many of its people had already gone missing, including some with profound cultivation.

Therefore, for the demon tribe, that place was a forbidden area.

Unexpectedly, it was only in this desperate situation that my mother found a chance of survival...

The little white fox remembered something and said:

“Grandma Flower Fairy, I remember now. I once helped someone find medicine, and it was also called the withered grass. It’s said to make a ‘crying’ sound, right? When you pull out the roots, the herb makes a crying sound. It seems that the withered grass can be found even without entering that forbidden area!”

"No, if the withered grass outside the forbidden area could also be used, then I wouldn't have to worry so much. I could find the withered grass for you myself, so why would you, little guy, have to worry about it?"