Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Hehe! The wisdom of our ancestors is naturally not comparable to that of our descendants. This time, if it weren't for the fact that the blood of the real dragon in my body far surpassed that of my ancestors, and I finally met the necessary conditions to start this game, those old monsters in my family would never support my action this time.

This time, in order not to arouse the target's suspicion, I did not hesitate to auction off such precious treasures as the Black Kirin Scales and the Pinghai Ge stored in my clan.

And secretly spread the news among the disciples of the True Spirit Family, otherwise, the operation would not have been so smooth. Fortunately, the price of the spiritual stones sold was not too low. And I also exchanged for five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs. Overall, it was not too bad. Can you tell the origin of the cultivator who bid for the True Spirit Scale? "The young man with the blood mole suddenly asked this, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"My lord, you also know that the Purple Light Spirit Eyes that I have cultivated can only be used three times in my lifetime. How dare I use the last remaining time on someone else? I can only vaguely feel that this person is not a Void Refining cultivator, but only a Spiritual Transformation cultivator. But the spiritual herbs on his body are probably not just these five.

Could this person be someone from the Min family who is best at cultivating spiritual medicines?
Although the Min family's bloodline is not a powerful true spirit, it is unrivaled among humans in cultivating spiritual herbs.

It is said that the Min family has a long history, and they have a unique cultivation method that allows spiritual herbs to thrive in extremely harsh environments. In addition, the Min family also has a mysterious spiritual field, in which various rare spiritual plants are planted. The family members know the habits of spiritual herbs very well and can often cultivate high-quality spiritual medicines. The Min family also has a unique bloodline technique called "Spiritual Plant Heart Technique". Practicing this technique can allow practitioners to have a wonderful induction with spiritual plants, so as to better grasp the growth status and needs of spiritual plants. This is also one of the important reasons why the Min family is so good at cultivating spiritual plants. "The old man surnamed Chi hesitated for a moment before replying solemnly.

"The Min family, this is really very possible! If it is someone from this family, then it's fine. The Min family is a vassal true spirit family designated by Emperor Tianmiao Ling, and we really can't afford to provoke them now." The young man with the blood mole frowned and spoke slowly, with a bit of fear in his expression.

“My lord, please understand. Although our families are not really afraid of the Three Emperors, it is indeed not easy to make such a big enemy just for some spiritual medicines. What's more, the influence of the Min family in the cultivation of spiritual plants cannot be underestimated. Once we become enemies with them, it may cause many troubles.” The old man surnamed Chi nodded repeatedly, his tone full of caution.

“Well! This time you used the Purple Light Eyes ability, which must have damaged your cultivation a lot. After this matter is over, I will host a blood sacrifice ceremony for you when I return to help you reach a higher level of cultivation.” The young man with the blood mole seemed to remember something, and suddenly spoke to the old man in a friendly manner, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Thank you very much for your help, young master!" Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Chi was overjoyed and bowed hurriedly, his voice trembling with excitement.

The young man with the blood mole nodded with satisfaction, then fell into deep thought. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and the expression on his face was sometimes solemn and sometimes relaxed.

A few days later, when Yang Qian was controlling the escape light and gradually approaching the mountain range where his cave was located, in a desolate depression more than a thousand miles away from his cave, two people were confronting each other in an extremely tense atmosphere.

"Brother Jin, what is your intention in following me quietly all the way here? Did I accidentally offend you somewhere?" The person who spoke was the man with drooping eyebrows who had once fought fiercely with Yang Qian for the spiritual land.

At this moment, his expression was solemn and his eyes were fixed on the person opposite him.

The one confronting him was the fat man named Jin who had appeared in Yuque Pavilion before.

However, the two people who originally seemed to have some friendship now seemed like enemies, with fierce looks as if they were ready to fight each other if they disagreed.

"Brother Weng, what are you talking about? I just happened to pass by here and saw you lingering here, so I thought of coming over to say hello." The fat man named Jin had an innocent look on his face, as if it was really just a coincidence.

"Meet me occasionally? Say hello? Brother Jin, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Who would run to such a remote and desolate place for no reason? Do you need to use the art of hiding to say hello and follow me all the way for tens of thousands of miles?" The man with raised eyebrows said coldly, his voice full of anger and doubt.

"Haha, this question also makes me, Jin, feel very strange. Brother Weng, why don't you stay in your own cave to practice with peace of mind, but run here? If I remember correctly, this is the sacred land that you fought for with your life." The fat man surnamed Jin narrowed his eyes, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"Hmph, do I need to explain to Brother Jin where I went?" The man with raised eyebrows' face changed, and instantly became completely gloomy, and his expression seemed as if water could drip out.

"Brother Weng, why are you angry? This spiritual place now has an owner. I followed you here because I was afraid that you would be too reckless and cause some unmanageable trouble. Why don't you tell me what you want to look for here and let me, Jin, give you a helping hand?" The fat man named Jin laughed, but his smile revealed a stubbornness that would not give up until the goal was achieved.

The man with raised eyebrows snorted and said nothing more, but there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt.

Suddenly, a green light flashed in the void behind Fatty Jin, and an extremely thin green thread emerged out of thin air.

The green silk trembled slightly, and instantly turned into a huge emerald net that covered it silently.

The whole process was truly silent, without even a trace of wind, as if a ghost had quietly descended.

Fatty Jin seemed unaware of this and still faced the man with drooping eyebrows with a forced smile.

In this desolate depression, surrounded by rugged rocks and overgrown weeds, the cold wind blew past, raising a cloud of dust.

The man with raised eyebrows showed no strange expression on his face, but he was overjoyed in his heart. He moved his hand in his sleeves and a crystal blue flying knife suddenly emerged.

The flying knife flashed with a cold light, as if it couldn't wait to drink blood. He was ready to throw out the flying knife and kill the opponent with one blow as soon as the opponent was restrained by the silk net.

But when he saw that the silk screen was less than a few feet away from Fatty Jin's head, a surprising scene suddenly appeared.

There was a muffled "bang", like thunder exploding in this silent place. A bright light shone from the fat golden man's hair, dazzling and dazzling, and suddenly a golden glow flew out.

The light was like a surging tide. After a little condensation, it turned into a huge golden hand, like a mountain, which held up the green silk net steadily.

The golden and green light intertwined, collided and tore each other, making a strange "crackling" sound that echoed in the empty depression, startling a group of roosting birds.

"Old Demon Jin, is that you?"

"Old Monster Ming, you really took action yourself."

Two completely different words were heard simultaneously from the green light and the golden light, but one voice was full of surprise, while the other seemed confident.

Then, the golden hand and the green silk net in the air flew away at the same time. As the light faded, they transformed into a small emerald dragon and a half-foot-tall little man respectively.

That little dragon was nothing special, it was actually an incarnation that the master of the man with the drooping eyebrows had cultivated. Its scales were gleaming with a faint light, and its eyes were filled with a cold aura.

The half-foot-tall little man was wearing a light golden Taoist robe, with a mini wooden sword on his back. His face was hazy and he could not be seen clearly at all.

I could only vaguely feel that he seemed to be quite old, and there was a strong aura emanating from his body. It turned out that he was also in the Nascent Soul Stage.

"The art of splitting the soul! Old Monster Ming, you even sent out the split soul used to avoid the heavenly calamity. Aren't you afraid that if something goes wrong, you will not be able to survive the next calamity?" The little emerald dragon stared at the little man opposite and said coldly, with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Hehe, there is no need for Fellow Daoist Ming to worry about this. Master Qianbao was so famous back then, and the treasures he carried with him have intimidated the two clans for tens of thousands of years. As long as we can get two or three of these, we won’t have to worry about surviving the calamity next time. Didn’t Fellow Daoist Ming also send an incarnation here?” The little man in the golden robe chuckled and said nonchalantly, with greed and determination in his tone.

"How do you know about 'Master Qianbao'?" The Emerald Dragon was shocked, his eyes widened, and he shouted sternly, as if he wanted to eat the other party alive.

At this time, Fatty Jin and the man with drooping eyebrows stood in place, their bodies seemed to be frozen, not daring to move at all.

Fatty Jin had a fawning smile on his face, while the man with raised eyebrows had a look of awe. They lowered their heads respectfully and did not dare to interrupt at all.

"You don't need to know how I knew it. But don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ming, you and I are the only ones who know about this, and no third party will ever hear the news. How about we work together to get the treasure?" The little man in the golden robe grinned, with a cunning expression on his face. He squinted his eyes and suggested with ill intentions.

"Get the treasure together? If you really know the specific clues, why bother to cooperate?" The little emerald dragon sneered, his mouth corners raised, his eyes full of disdain.

"Indeed, Jin acted through his disciple, and the information he obtained was a bit vague. But as long as Brother Ming knows the specifics, it will be enough." The little man in the golden robe said leisurely, with his hands folded in front of his chest, looking very confident.

"Are you threatening me!" The Emerald Dragon's voice turned cold, his face was covered with frost, and he glared angrily.

“How dare Jin do such a thing. I have expressed my willingness to cooperate, so I must have something to help you in your treasure hunt. When we find the treasure, you and I can split it equally without hurting our relationship. Isn’t that a wonderful thing?” The little man in the golden robe shook his head and waved his hands, with an increasingly intense smile on his face.

"You... Hey? Someone is coming!" The Emerald Dragon was furious. Just as he was about to say something else, his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards somewhere in the sky, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of vigilance.

Not only the emerald dragon, but the little man in the golden robe also had his eyes flashed, frowned, glanced in the same direction, and his face also became gloomy.

"It looks like the owner of this spiritual land has returned, and it's about time. Fellow Daoist, you need to decide quickly whether to cooperate. Otherwise, if there's a big fuss and those old monsters in Tianyuan City are alarmed, I'm afraid both you and I will end up with nothing. According to the rules of Tianyuan City, all treasures found by the owner of a spiritual land on his land belong to him." The indifferent tone of the little man in golden robe suddenly turned serious.

The Emerald Dragon's eyes flickered several times, and he let out a long breath before he said helplessly, "Okay, I can temporarily agree to the cooperation, but an equal share is absolutely not acceptable. You and I will discuss the specific terms of cooperation somewhere else. We can't stay here any longer. I heard from my disciple that although this person is only a Divine Transformation cultivator, his spiritual awareness is not weak. Don't let him discover our presence."

"Haha, it's enough to have your words! Let's go." The little man in the golden robe nodded with satisfaction, a smug smile on his face. That smile was full of the pleasure of his conspiracy succeeding.

He stretched out a hand and grabbed at the void, and suddenly a small purple umbrella appeared in his hand.

This small umbrella is extraordinarily exquisite, with the ribs shining with mysterious light and strange runes painted on the umbrella surface.

The golden-robed man gently shook the small umbrella in his hand, and the small umbrella suddenly burst into bright light, and with a "swish", it turned into a huge purple halo.

The halo was like a mysterious whirlpool, instantly enveloping him and the fat golden man below.

With a flash of light, the two of them disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared here, leaving only a slight "buzzing" sound of space fluctuations.

"Purple Maple Umbrella! Old Demon Jin actually brought out such a magical treasure. It seems that he is well prepared! Let's go too." The little emerald dragon was stunned when he saw the purple umbrella, and an expression of surprise and anger appeared on his face.

He was very depressed and glared fiercely in the direction where the little man in the golden robe disappeared. Then he called out to the man with raised eyebrows.

Then, it opened its mouth and a beam of colorful light spewed out, among which was a small flag of misty five colors.

When the flag was unfurled in the wind, it made a whirring sound and spun rapidly.

In an instant, a large patch of colorful clouds appeared, dazzling and gorgeous.

The colorful clouds rolled up with a "rustling" sound, sweeping the little emerald dragon and the man with drooping eyebrows in. Then, like a stream of light, they "whoosh" into the ground and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a slight vibration sound that slowly dissipated in the air.

The place suddenly became extremely quiet and silent.

The wind stopped blowing quietly, and the dust stopped flying, as if no one had ever been here in the first place. Everything returned to its original tranquility, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

After a meal, a flash of purple light shot out from the distant sky. In the brilliant light, there was a handsome young man in a black robe.

He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a stern expression, and a fierce aura of magical power emanating from his body.

It was Yang Qian.

As he arrived, the air was torn apart rapidly, making a hissing sound. (End of this chapter)