Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"There are more than just secrets! This is simply the nest of those alien spies, and it's the most dangerous place they frequent. Every year, a large number of our fellow practitioners encounter accidents and unfortunately die here. This is absolutely an extremely dangerous place!" The blue-eyed man named Zhuo took a deep breath, his face as gloomy as if covered with thick clouds, and spoke in an extremely heavy tone.

"Are we the only team responsible for patrolling this place?" Yang Qian's eyes flashed like lightning, and he continued to ask with a twitch of the corner of his mouth, while turning his head to look at the blue-eyed man named Zhuo.

"That's not the case! The Fuli Swamp is vast and boundless. Even if we use our escape light at full speed and walk around it without stopping, it will take at least half a month. Usually, there will be four teams, like four divine soldiers, patrolling the place separately." This time, the Taoist priest named Ma hurriedly spoke and explained in an orderly manner.

"Since it is not a matter of one team, there is nothing to complain. Just be more careful." Yang Qian's eyebrows moved slightly, nodded, and said indifferently.

“Senior Yang may not know that two years ago, the captain of the twelfth team, Senior Xuan Guang, was ambushed by the Shadow Clan in the Fuli Swamp and unfortunately died. Two other fellows also died in the battle. Senior Xuan Guang was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.” Dong Guofeng said this with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Oh? A cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm! There is such a thing.” Yang Qian hummed thoughtfully, but his expression did not change much.

This made the big man named Zhuo and others stunned. After looking at each other, they couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Could it be that this Senior Yang's magical powers are so great that they far surpass those of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm?

With the information sources they had, they naturally didn't know that Yang Qian defeated the man with drooping eyebrows who was in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, especially since the man with drooping eyebrows had magical powers that were not even weaker than those of a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, otherwise the blue-eyed man named Zhuo and his group would probably have been stunned.

At this moment, footsteps were heard from both sides of the passage at the same time, and several people walked out slowly.

There were five men and one woman in the group, including two old men, a middle-aged monk pair who looked like a couple, a teenager who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and a sturdy man with a ruddy face.

These people were obviously other team members who were meditating in the quiet room. It was unknown how they knew about the arrival of the golden sword's letter at the same time, and then they appeared one after another.

These people were naturally surprised to see Yang Qian here.

However, after the blue-eyed man introduced them, they suddenly realized what was going on and came over to pay their respects. Yang Qian naturally returned the greetings with a cheerful expression.

But after he secretly scanned with his divine sense, he took another look at the young man who called himself Ying.

This person, like the Taoist priest surnamed Ma and the blue-eyed man surnamed Zhuo, has reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

The ones with the weakest cultivation were the two old men who looked like Taoist immortals.

However, when these people learned that the next patrol area was actually the "Fu Li Swamp", their faces also became extremely ugly.

"Alright! We are assigned to this area and cannot change the orders from above. We can only be extra careful in the next few years. We will set off tomorrow, so everyone should make more preparations."

Yang Qian didn't say anything more. After giving a few instructions, he walked into the passage on his own.

The passage was a little dim, with only a few faint rays of light seeping in from the gaps at the top, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the narrow space.

He found a quiet room that was unoccupied and never came out again.

At this time, the sky outside gradually became gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing the coming wind and rain.

Yang Qian's nonchalant behavior naturally made the monks look at each other in surprise, and finally everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the blue-eyed man.

"Brother Zhuo, have you told Senior Yang about the dangers of the Fuli Swamp?" asked the young man named Ying.

"Of course I did! But Senior Yang didn't seem to listen much. We can only hope that Senior Yang has great magical powers, comparable to a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm." The blue-eyed man named Zhuo sighed and said something that no one would believe.

"Even if we listened, what can we do? The order was issued directly by the Elders' Council. How dare we disobey it?" The woman in the couple also said helplessly.

“Of course we dare not disobey orders, but at least we have to let the seniors know the dangers and be more cautious. If we really encounter those powerful alien races, at least the Qingming Guards can deal with them alone.” The Taoist surnamed Ma stroked his long beard, looking worried.

"I think we shouldn't be too pessimistic." The old man who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up, "Maybe we'll be lucky and have a safe trip."

"Humph, you only know how to say some light words!" The man in the couple rolled his eyes at him, "The danger of this Fuli Swamp is no joke."

"Everyone, don't worry too much! Although the Fuli Swamp is extremely dangerous, it's no coincidence that we ran into other alien races lurking in the shadow tribe that we just discovered last year. The Fuli Swamp is a level one danger zone. The rewards we can get from this patrol are also quite generous, and we can rest for a long time afterwards.

As long as we survive these few years, we probably won't be assigned such dangerous areas in the future. Everyone should follow what Senior Yang said and make preparations on their own. "The blue-eyed man surnamed Zhuo pondered for a moment and said carefully.

When the others heard this, they had no better idea and could only disperse helplessly in this gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

At this time, Yang Qian was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the secret room, with his hands clasped together. A faint golden light flashed on his body, as if he was in a state of meditation. However, behind his head, faint golden halos were flickering, appearing extremely mysterious.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

When Yang Qian opened his eyes on his own, walked out of the quiet room and entered the hall again, he saw the blue-eyed man named Zhuo and others who had been waiting there. When they saw Yang Qian coming out, they all came forward to greet him.

Yang Qian waved his hand, and his eyes quickly swept across the room, stopping on a beautiful female cultivator.

The woman looked extremely young, about twenty years old. Her face was as white as jade, almost transparent, and her eyes sparkled like bright stars.

Yang Qian glanced over, and instantly, a familiar feeling surged into his heart like a tide, and a gleam of light as sharp as a sword flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Yang, this is Fairy Xu! By the way, Fairy Xu is the direct descendant of the ascended monk." The Taoist surnamed Ma introduced with a smile.

"Descendants of ascended monks!" Many memories flashed through Yang Qian's mind like a kaleidoscope, but on the surface he remained calm and just nodded slightly.

"Hello, junior." The female cultivator originally had a cold temperament and wanted to just say a quick greeting and then stop talking.

Unexpectedly, when the woman saw Yang Qian's face, her jade-like face suddenly changed color.

First he was stunned in astonishment, and then his face was filled with an incredible expression, including confusion and disbelief.

In the end, all these emotions turned into endless joy, and that joy bloomed on her face like brilliant fireworks.

The female cultivator swallowed the three words "Brother Yang" that were about to come to her lips, and finally said respectfully, "Senior Yang!"

"Yeah." Yang Qian nodded calmly, but secretly sent a message to her.

"Sister Qianyu, it's really you! Long time no see!" Yang Qian's tone was filled with surprise.

Although this woman should indeed appear in Tianyuan City in the original novel, after all, the two had met once hundreds of years ago. Perhaps the plot has changed because of this, and he is really not sure whether the other party can still appear in Tianyuan City.

"Brother Yang!" Xu Qianyu's heart was so excited as if a huge wave had been set off, but she was no longer the naive and ignorant girl of the past, so she hurriedly lowered her head and communicated with Yang Qian quietly through voice transmission.

"Everyone is here, let's go."

At the same time, Yang Qian did not hesitate. He gave an order and led everyone out of the stone hall and walked quickly towards a nearby teleportation stone hall.

Yang Qian and Xu Qianyu walked side by side, taking hurried steps while communicating secretly. In the process, Yang Qian also learned a lot about the various things that happened in the past few hundred years.

It turned out that although Xu Mingyu had advanced to the early stage of Refining Void that year, he was later seriously injured in a battle, and his magical power fell back to the late stage of Transformation of the Spirit, and he was also ostracized by another faction of the Xu family.

However, it was difficult for Xu Qianyu to obtain better cultivation resources within the family. In addition, as she was the descendant of an ascended cultivator, she needed to get rid of the aura of the lower realm. In the end, Xu Mingyu sent Xu Qianyu to Tianyuan City, where she was able to meet Yang Qian again.

Just as Xu Qianyu was filled with surprise and was silently communicating with Yang Qian, everyone had already arrived at the teleportation stone palace.

This stone hall is guarded by another team of monks. Although there is a golden boat parked in the hall, there is no need to use this spiritual weapon as it is only for short-distance transmission.

After Yang Qian handed over his identity token, a group of people stood in the teleportation array in groups of three or four.

As a result, in the white light, all eleven people left Tianyuan City and appeared in an unfamiliar place.

Yang Qian, the blue-eyed man named Zhuo and others were teleported out. After Fang Yi got rid of the slight dizziness, he looked around and raised his brows slightly.

This is a seemingly small stone chamber. There is a one-way teleportation array under the feet, and various runes are flashing on the surrounding walls, as if it is completely covered by restrictions.

Taoist Ma and others who had been teleported out earlier were all around the teleportation array, waiting for them.

Yang Qian walked out of the teleportation array calmly, came to the door of the stone chamber as if strolling in the garden, and then calmly took out the green jade pendant and gently waved it towards the door.

Suddenly, a green light spurted out, and the runes on the stone door fluttered like lively elves, and then slowly opened, revealing a passage about ten feet wide that extended straight upwards.

Yang Qian remained silent, and first a flash of purple light appeared, which turned into a sharp rainbow and shot out.

The ten men behind him had serious and cautious expressions on their faces. They immediately used their escape skills and followed closely.

Shortly after the last person left the stone chamber, the stone door flashed with light and slowly closed again.

Yang Qian had already escaped from the passage and appeared above a hill.

He showed up and looked around with sharp eyes.

The place where we are now seems like a forgotten and desolate hilly area.

Looking behind him, a hundred miles away from Yang Qian and others, in the vast expanse of white light, huge sections of city walls were clearly visible.

The colorful runes floating on the city wall can still be seen flashing with amazing light even from such a long distance.

Yang Qian stared at the city wall for a long time, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

According to the records in the original book, Tianyuan City faces a giant wall of the wild world and has no "city gate" at all. Both humans and demons must rely on the teleportation array in the city to enter and exit.

In this way, with the coordination of dense prohibitions, Tianyuan City can completely avoid being taken advantage of by foreigners.

However, Yang Qian was not patrolling in this direction, so he quickly turned his head and looked in another direction.

Looking over there, there are hills of all sizes, lush and green, full of vitality. The peaceful and tranquil scene makes people feel that they have not been in the rumored dangerous ancient world.

But according to the map, the so-called Fuli Swamp is thousands of miles away from here.

Because of the peculiar terrain there, it can block the scanning of divine thoughts to a certain extent, so alien races often hide there, waiting for an opportunity to spy on the movements of Tianyuan City.

Tianyuan City had to regularly send teams of monks to patrol this area frequently.

However, the alien races that were sent to monitor Tianyuan City all had great magical powers, and were particularly good at the art of concealment.

During the counterattack, naturally many human monks often died in the swamp.

Therefore, this area of ​​Tianyuan City, like several other areas, is designated as a Class I dangerous area by Tianyuan City. It is the place that monks on patrol missions are most reluctant to set foot in.

But now, Yang Qian's team has been designated as the patrol area, and will naturally face great risks in the next few years.

Yang Qian thought silently in his heart, slowly turned his head to look at the group of cultivators behind him, his gaze paused slightly on Xu Qianyu, then he lightly uttered the word "go" and waved his right hand forward.

More than ten streams of light shot out in an instant and headed straight for the horizon.

A distance of more than ten thousand miles is really nothing for cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.

Not long after, Yang Qian saw the destination of this journey from afar.

A rolling green line came into view. As we got closer, we could see clearly that it was not a green line at all, but a large area of ​​hazy fog, in which the mountains and trees were vaguely visible.

Yang Qian frowned slightly, the light of escape paused slightly, and he gently flipped his hand. In an instant, a specially made magic disk appeared in his hand.

The surrounding was filled with white mist, exuding a mysterious and disturbing atmosphere.

"Everyone be careful and get ready to sacrifice the strange spirit disk." Yang Qian said solemnly, his voice sounding a little dull in the hazy mist.

Yang Qian lightly tapped his finger at the magic disk, and the disk instantly lit up with a layer of red light.

At this time, the other cultivators in the escaping light behind also took out a magic disk identical to this one and cast spells in the same way.

"Can this alien spirit disk really accurately sense aliens every time?" an old man asked worriedly, his voice trembling slightly, as if invaded by the cold water vapor around him.

“Although it may not be perfect, it’s better than nothing.” The Taoist surnamed Ma responded immediately, his eyes vigilantly scanning the thick mist around him.

This item is called the Strange Spirit Disk, and it is a magical weapon specially equipped for every patrol guard in Tianyuan City.

Within a certain distance, it can sense the presence of aliens.

However, this plate can usually only sense a certain direction, and if it encounters an alien race with special magical powers, it may not be very effective.

However, after using this plate, it is generally much safer.

Therefore, Yang Qian and others took out this magic weapon, slowed down their escape light, and carefully entered the water mist.

The fog grew thicker, as if a huge white curtain was covering them.

"Something is wrong, fellow Taoists, please be careful." Yang Qian reminded again, with a hint of solemnity in his voice. (End of this chapter)