Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

A full half day passed.

The entrance of the cave slowly opened an exit again, and a green rainbow suddenly escaped from it, rising into the sky like a bright meteor. After circling in the air, it rushed towards the direction of Tianyuan city at an extremely fast speed like wind and lightning, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.

In the secret room, Yang Qian sat on the chair with a calm expression, gently touching his nose with his right hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something extremely important.

After a long time, Yang Qian suddenly shook his head and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward. His laughter was hearty and unrestrained, and it took a full half minute before it slowly stopped.

"It's really an unexpected success! I never thought that the life-saving grace that day would be exchanged for such a treasure. My Junior Brother Han, you really distinguish between gratitude and resentment, and you also gave me so much green liquid! Using this thing to repay the life-saving grace is more than enough!"

As Yang Qian talked to himself, his laughter gradually subsided.

He suddenly swung his hand, and the space in front of him fluctuated, revealing a light yellow stick-like object.

It is covered with some strange dark green patterns, which are like mysterious runes, faintly emitting an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

This thing turned out to be the Xuantian Fruit that Han Li possessed!
Yang Qian grabbed with one hand, and an invisible force instantly surged out, sucking the object into his hand. At the same time, his eyes shone with blue light, like bright stars, and could see through it directly.

There was a ball of light the size of a soybean inside. Although the ball of light was tiny, it contained endless mysterious power.

"Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword!"

Yang Qian murmured to himself in a low voice, his voice was low and shocking, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like a burning flame.

Although Yang Qian had already known the information about the Xuantian Fruit from the original novel, he also secretly investigated some ancient book stores in Tianyuan City.

Those shops are old and mysterious, filled with the breath of time, and the bookshelves are filled with various ancient books.

But unfortunately, no matter how old the books are, there is no mention of anything related.

If Yang Qian had not obtained some information related to the Xuantian Immortal Tree and Immortal Vine from the original book, he would probably have no idea what the Xuantian Fruit was.

Even if you rack your brains, it is difficult to guess it.

However, even so, the Xuantian Fruit can contain the power of the laws of a world. This mysterious and powerful power is clear to everyone. This thing is definitely a treasure of the heaven-defying level.

Its preciousness is beyond imagination, enough to drive countless monks crazy.

Han Li naturally kept the secret of the Xuantian Fruit a secret and never revealed it to anyone.

However, a few years ago, Han Li entered the spiritual world from the space node of the human world, and the journey was full of difficulties and obstacles.

Finally, they encountered a terrible space storm. The storm was like countless giant beasts roaring and tearing everything apart.

Han Li was mercilessly thrown around in the storm and accidentally landed somewhere outside Tianyuan City. As soon as he landed, he was met by a group of aliens.

Han Li was seriously injured and was dying. He was in a very dangerous condition. He was like a candle in the wind. He was about to die on the spot and the fire of life could be extinguished at any time.

At that moment, he even felt despair in his heart, as if he saw the shadow of death gradually approaching.

However, at this critical moment, Yang Qian happened to lead the team on patrol and noticed something unusual through the high-level spirit disk.

The light on the strange spirit disk flickered, guiding them to the place where the incident happened, and accidentally saved Han Li's life.

When the two brothers met, they were naturally very surprised.

Especially for Han Li, who had just entered the spiritual world, his gratitude to Yang Qian was like a surging river, endless and beyond words.

Finally, after these years, Han Li recovered from his injuries. With the help of Yang Qian, he learned about the two-color thunder tribulation of the ascended cultivators and the matter of the Dust-Destroying Pill, and decisively joined the Qingming Guard of Tianyuan City.

And today, Han Li finally made up his mind. He had no way to repay Yang Qian for saving his life several times. He handed over the Xuantian Fruit that he had carefully cultivated for many years to Yang Qian without hesitation to repay him for saving his life many times.

Yang Qian was naturally quite surprised. He did not expect Han Li to be able to do this. He immediately taught Han Li everything he knew. Not only did he tell Han Li all the secrets of the human and demon races and even the spiritual world without reservation, he also gave Han Li a large number of rare materials and pill recipes in return.

The two of them once again deepened their relationship as brothers.

After sighing for a while, Yang Qian once again tried to inject spiritual power into the Xuantian Fruit but to no avail. He then gently stroked the object with his fingers, his eyes flashing with a gleam of light and a hint of contemplation.

Day two.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the purple rainbow transformed by Yang Qian shot out from the cave, cutting through the sky, and its destination was the stone tower.

After returning to the stone tower, Yang Qian exchanged the jade plate that recorded his achievements for a token from a hall somewhere, then returned to his team's base and found a quiet room to meditate and rest.

Three days later, a purple rainbow left the stone tower in a hurry like a meteor, and headed straight for somewhere outside the city with an unstoppable momentum.

Half a day later, a purple rainbow appeared over a valley outside the city.

This valley is full of mountains and hills, shaded by green trees, lush and verdant, with singing birds and fragrant flowers. Apart from the beautiful scenery, there is really nothing remarkable about it.

But Zihong circled in the air and suddenly fell into the valley like a bird returning to its nest.

The light faded, and Yang Qian's figure appeared in front of a stone wall more than thirty feet high.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, and he glanced left and right, keenly sensing the aura around him. After making sure that there was nothing unusual, he shook his sleeves lightly, and a golden talisman turned into a stream of light and shot out, instantly disappearing into the gray wall.

Then Yang Qian stayed quietly in front of the stone wall, his expression calm, like a silent sculpture.

A moment later, an incredible scene appeared!

A layer of gray spiritual light suddenly appeared on the surface of the stone wall, and the light rippled like water waves, and then a two-meter-high passage appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Qian.

The passage is square in shape, with blue stone walls on all four sides, engraved with mysterious runes, flashing a faint and mysterious light.

Yang Qian smiled slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his leg and walked in calmly.

The passage is about forty to fifty feet long, deep and quiet.

At the end was a white jade door covered by a white light curtain.

Yang Qian raised his eyebrows inadvertently, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he made hand gestures and muttered something in a low and rhythmic voice.

The light curtain in front of him immediately trembled, as if it was split apart by an invisible, huge and powerful hand, and a soft light flowed out like water.

He then leisurely stepped in, his steps calmly and his posture gracefully.

Behind the door was a hall that was thirty meters in size, spacious and bright. Brilliant light emanated from the gems inlaid on the walls, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Except for more than 20 stone chairs neatly arranged and a huge stone table in the middle, there is nothing else. The stone chairs are simple in shape and exude a faint spiritual aura.

There were already eight or nine monks sitting on these stone chairs.

Among them were men and women, dressed differently. Some wore gorgeous brocade robes embroidered with intricate patterns that sparkled with brilliant light; some wore simple long gowns, yet also revealed an otherworldly temperament.

But the cultivation level of each of them seemed to be above the Spirit Transformation stage, and they exuded a powerful aura which was like a surging wave, filling the entire hall.

When these monks saw Yang Qian coming in, several of them immediately greeted him with smiles on their faces:

"Brother Yang is here too!" One of them had a smile on his face and a friendly look in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, you came early this time." Another person said with a smile, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"I heard that Brother Yang captured a Green Shadow alive this time. Wow, this is such an honor!" A monk dressed in gorgeous clothes exclaimed in amazement, his eyes full of admiration.

"Yes! Even among us ascended monks, no one can compare with Brother Yang!" Another person was deeply moved and kept shaking his head in admiration.

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Yang Qian had a smile on his face, a smile as warm as the spring breeze, and he returned the greetings one by one with graceful and calm movements.

Then he found a stone chair in the corner of the hall and sat down.

As for the other monks who did not say hello, some remained calm, just narrowed their eyes slightly, with an unfathomable look; some had no expression on their faces, as if they were wearing a cold mask; and some did not even look at Yang Qian, sitting there by themselves, as if immersed in their own world.

Yang Qian didn't care about these people's reactions at all. He looked relaxed. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested, breathing evenly, as if he had entered a quiet state.

Not long after Yang Qian sat down, more monks entered the hall.

Some monks step on the rosy glow, while others are surrounded by the breeze, each with a different posture.

Acquaintances also came forward to greet warmly, and laughter echoed in the hall.

After waiting for another two hours, there were as many as fifteen or sixteen monks in the hall.

And no monks came in for a long time.

But no one discussed anything in private. Instead, everyone sat in their seats as steady as a rock.

They either looked solemn or thoughtful, and the whole hall was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

After a while, a faint male voice suddenly came from outside the hall:

"It seems that everyone who can come has come. Several fellow Taoists have missions to complete and will not be able to attend the gathering on time. Brother Zhao, let's start." Although the voice was plain, it seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

"Well, it's almost time. Let's do as you say, Brother Wen!" another voice responded.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Yang Qian's heart moved and he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as bright as cold stars.

At this time, two middle-aged men walked in side by side from outside the gate. One of them was wearing a white robe and smiling faintly, and that smile was as warm as the sun; the other one had a white face and no beard, and was expressionless, like a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

It turned out to be the cultivator named Wen who Yang Qian had just met not long ago and who had awarded Yang Qian the merit card, and Zhao Wugui.

Upon seeing these two Nascent Soul cultivators, there was a slight commotion among the people in the hall; it was obvious that most of the people recognized them.

There was either awe or expectation in everyone's eyes.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Fan, who was supposed to host this gathering, has important matters to attend to, so we two will host it instead. Do you have any objections?" Zhao Wugui glanced around, his eyes were like sharp swords that made people dare not look directly at them, and he said lightly.

Most of the people here are ascended monks or descendants of ascended monks. There are also a small number of monks like Yang Qian who have good relations with the ascended monks.

Among them, Han Li stayed quietly at the back and looked at Yang Qian silently.

He has always been cautious, and after arriving in Tianyuan City, he acted low-key and did not expose his relationship with Yang Qian too much.

He nodded slightly, and a hint of imperceptible tacit understanding flashed in his eyes.

The monks were all shocked and said nothing.

The entire hall fell into a brief silence, as if everyone was waiting for the next important matter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Wen in a white robe smiled and said in a friendly manner, "Originally, it would be enough if Daoist Fellow Zhao came here alone to preside over the meeting. However, the situation has become somewhat special recently, and there are some important matters that I need to discuss with you Daoists, so I have come along as well."

He always had a friendly smile on his face and his eyes swept over everyone gently.

"The situation is special. Are you talking about the possibility of alien races attacking the city?" An old man with a red face and red nose suddenly asked.

The old man's voice was filled with a hint of anxiety and worry, and his brows were furrowed.

Upon hearing the old man's question, everyone else was startled and their eyes were fixed on the cultivator named Wen and Zhao Wugui.

Everyone's eyes were filled with tension and anticipation, and the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became solemn.

"Hehe, let's talk about this later. According to the usual procedures, we will hold an exchange meeting first and exchange some of our respective cultivation experiences. If there are any difficult points in cultivation, the two of us will give you some pointers as appropriate. But just like Fellow Daoist Fan, you must pay the price you should pay. Finally, if you think you have any useful information, you can also report it to the two of us. As long as it is useful, there will naturally be no shortage of elixirs such as Dust-Mitigating Pills and Jade Purity Pills." Zhao Wugui said coldly, his expression was serious and his eyes were majestic.

After hearing Zhao Wugui's words, all the cultivators no longer had any objections.

So, Zhao Wugui and the monk surnamed Wen looked at each other, and immediately walked to the huge stone table in the middle.

Several cultivators nearby immediately stood up with respectful looks, and quickly made way for the two Void Refining cultivators.

The two nodded and sat down casually on two of the stone chairs.

Just like that, with two Void Refining cultivators personally in charge, the following exchange went exceptionally smoothly.

The hall was filled with mysterious spiritual fluctuations. The monks were talking in low voices, and occasionally there were a few shouts of surprise.

Yang Qian also used a piece of ten thousand year old black jade to exchange for several rare talismans.

Now his art of talismans is at a critical point.

Although these talismans are not silver tadpole talismans, they are still quite unique. If he studies them carefully, they may give him some inspiration. (End of this chapter)