Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Since there really are such two mountains here, it seems that they are not lying." Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered a few words in a low voice, with a look of thought and certainty on his face.

Then, his eyes focused, and with a flash of light, he headed straight for the iceberg without hesitation.

As soon as we approached the mountain, a violent gale blew over with a roar. The wind was extremely fierce and brought a bone-chilling cold, as if countless sharp ice knives were cutting our bodies fiercely.

"Hmph!" Yang Qian snorted, his expression changed slightly, but he did not show any panic. A thick purple light suddenly emerged from his body, and the purple light rippled like water waves, instantly isolating the coldness completely.

Then, Yang Qian smiled faintly and continued to rush forward as if nothing happened. The surrounding ice and snow storm did not slow down his speed at all.

Before the gate reached the mountain, two stunning rainbows suddenly shot out from the thickest part of the snow and ice on the mountain. After a few flashes, they were more than thirty feet away from Yang Qian.

Yang Qian was slightly startled, his mind was racing, his escape light dissipated in an instant, and his figure slowly appeared in the constantly flashing spiritual light.

The next moment, Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked forward with a lightning-like gaze.

"Haha, it turns out that Fellow Daoist Yang is here! I knew that with your great magical powers, he would be able to complete this mere mission safely." The same light flashed in front and then faded, revealing two men.

One of them recognized Yang Qian at a glance, his face instantly filled with smiles, and he spoke loudly.

This man had a green face and white hair, and looked like he was in his fifties or sixties. He was the old man named Liu whom Yang Qian met when he first entered Tianyuan City.

This old man surnamed Liu had quite a few appearances in the original novel.

The person next to him was a Confucian scholar who looked sick, but his expression was also unusually kind, making people feel close to him.

"It turns out to be Brother Liu and Brother Ouyang! Didn't you two arrive earlier than me? It seems that your mission is much smoother than mine." With Yang Qian's shrewdness, of course he would not show anything strange. He chuckled and looked relaxed, not mentioning at all the thrilling things he encountered in the Mu Clan.

"Haha! How can our mission compare with that of Fellow Daoist Yang! I am only following a few Golden Guards to clear out a few small strongholds of alien races. As long as we are careful, there won't be much risk." The old man surnamed Liu repeatedly shook his head and waved his hands with a bit of humility on his face. He seemed to have some understanding of Yang Qian's magical powers.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, why are you so modest? By the way, besides the two of you, are there other fellow Daoists here?" Yang Qian smiled slightly, his expression calm, but there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked.

"Of course! We need a lot of manpower for this trip. Although we have predicted that nearly half of our fellow Taoists may not be able to make it, the number of people who have arrived now is almost enough. I will take Brother Yang to meet them." The old man surnamed Liu said with a smile, his eyes revealing enthusiasm and expectation. After all, among all the cultivators in the Jindan stage, Yang Qian's magical powers are definitely in the first echelon.

"Haha! Then I'll have to trouble Brother Liu." Yang Qian clasped his fists, his face full of sincerity and his eyes smiling, but he didn't mean to object.

He thought to himself: Although I have an understanding of the subsequent plot direction, it is better not to change it too much, so as not to cause unknown variables.

Then, under the guidance of these two people, Yang Qian's body was surrounded by dazzling purple light, like a bright purple star, turning into a brilliant purple light and flying towards the iceberg.

But after flying a short distance, the old man named Liu who was leading the way in front looked calm and quickly took out a crystal clear jade plate from his arms.

Yang Qian already knew it in his heart, so he just glanced at it with his eyes slightly moving, and there was no other reaction.

Then, the old man surnamed Liu looked at the empty space in front of him with a focused gaze.

"go with!"

Suddenly, a snow-white light shot out from the card, and wherever it passed, white lotuses as white as jade appeared out of thin air.

The white lotus was crystal clear, with a flickering light, like a dream, and extremely beautiful, as if it had turned this void into a fairyland.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the old man's eyes. He urged the escape light and was the first to enter the white lotus. His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed, and he had a plan in mind. He and the Confucian scholar named Ouyang followed without hesitation.

This place is just like in the original book, with a layer of illusion carefully set up.

If Yang Qian had not known the original work in advance and had not had many years of experience in formations, he would not have discovered the clues after careful observation. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to detect this strange formation hidden under the beautiful appearance.

With this formation here, ordinary ancient beasts passing by will not be able to detect any movement on the mountain.

After Yang Qian, the old man surnamed Liu, and the scholar surnamed Ouyang's escape lights flashed like meteors a few times, they circled over the white snowy area on the top of the mountain and landed steadily in front of a crystal clear ice pavilion.

There is also a small area of ​​igloos of various styles scattered around nearby.

There were a man and two women sitting in the pavilion, talking in low voices.

As soon as they saw the three people appear, their eyes all fell on Yang Qian.

The man was a burly guy in a gray robe. His face was covered with a full beard that was as thick as steel needles. His eyes were bright and he exuded a heroic and unrestrained look.

As for the two women, one was in her forties, with an ordinary face, wearing a green skirt and a calm expression; the other seemed to be very young, wearing a green shirt, a veil on her head, with a graceful figure and a bit of charm.

When Yang Qian saw the veiled woman, his heart moved slightly, but he pretended to be slightly stunned at first, and then uttered a light exclamation.

"Fairy Ying, I didn't expect that you were also invited. What a coincidence." Yang Qian was calm, but with a bit of surprise on his face, he greeted the woman with surprise, and his eyes showed just the right amount of surprise. "I knew that you would come here. I am also one of the initiators of this matter." The veiled woman gently raised her sleeves, covered her mouth and smiled, her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow oriole out of the valley. This woman was the "Fairy Ying" who invited Yang Qian to perform a mission together at a gathering in Tianyuan City.

"The initiator? This is really beyond Yang's expectation." Yang Qian chuckled, with an expression on his face that seemed to be smiling, but he thought to himself that it was as expected.

Although this woman was not among the people who invited him at that time, it seems that there is no need for the other party to lie about this matter. According to the description in the original book, it should be true.

As for the few people who took the lead in calling them to do this, he really didn't care. After all, what he cared about was whether this matter could bring him tangible benefits and advantages. As long as he got the real toad liquid, nothing else mattered.

After thinking about this for a moment, Yang Qian turned his eyes, like two bright rays of light, and quickly swept across the other two people.

The faces of the big man and the woman also looked somewhat familiar. They seemed to be people who had appeared in the gathering in Tianyuan City before, but he had never had any in-depth communication and dealings with them in the past.

These three people all have extremely impressive and profound cultivation, especially the woman. She stood there quietly, the aura around her was like a deep and boundless ocean, vast and majestic. She had already reached the advanced realm of the late stage of Spirit Transformation. It was obvious that she was extraordinary in strength and was by no means an ordinary person.

So, Yang Qian's face was filled with a warm smile. He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and saluted the two of them. His behavior was full of humility and courtesy, which made people feel good about him.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the big man and the woman instantly became solemn and serious. Although they had not heard in detail about Yang Qian's various heroic deeds from the old man surnamed Liu, the old man surnamed Liu had already told them not to underestimate the other party. Therefore, they did not dare to be disrespectful or slack in the slightest, and also respectfully clasped their fists in return.

At this time, the masked woman smiled sweetly and said in a clear voice like a bell: "Fellow Daoist Yang, the scenery here is pleasant and the pavilion is quite quiet. Why don't you come in and sit with us so that we can discuss important matters together." She looked at Yang Qian with smiling eyes full of expectation.

After hearing this, Yang Qian thought for a moment, then smiled and shook his head gently: "I encountered some setbacks while carrying out this mission, and I accidentally got a few minor injuries. In order to arrive on time, I traveled day and night, which consumed a lot of my mana. Now I am exhausted both physically and mentally, and I am not in good condition. It is better to find a quiet place to recover and recuperate. If I remember correctly, there seems to be still half a month before the agreed departure time, which should be enough time for me to recover."

Yang Qian's tone was calm, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"Haha! This is something we have neglected. Brother Yang has traveled all the way here and experienced many hardships, so naturally he needs to rest for a while first. Except for the ones on the far left, these houses are still uninhabited, so feel free to pick one at random. Of course, if you are not satisfied with these houses, you can cast a spell and build another one yourself. It all depends on Brother Yang's wishes." The old man surnamed Liu smiled, twirled his beard, and spoke in a amiable manner.

"Then I won't be polite." Yang Qian laughed softly, looking relaxed, and didn't say anything more. After saying goodbye to a few people, he immediately walked towards one of the ice houses. His steps were light, and after a few flashes, he disappeared into the house.

Several people near the pavilion looked at Yang Qian's receding back and fell into silence for a moment.

"Brother Yang is so anxious to recuperate, you must be not seriously injured." The woman frowned slightly, with a puzzled look on her face, and spoke slowly.

"It shouldn't be! Brother Yang is in good spirits and looks energetic. It may just be that his magic power has been depleted." The gray-robed man next to him shook his head, his eyes full of thought.

"That's not necessarily true. If Fellow Daoist Yang is proficient in some secret technique to conceal his complexion, it is normal that we can't see it. But then again, since he was able to arrive here on time, it is enough to show that this person is unusual. Even if he has a minor illness, I believe it will not have any substantial impact on the plan of our trip. Didn't Fellow Daoist Yuan and Master Jingyuan, who came earlier, also go into the house to rest as soon as they arrived?" Fairy Ying seemed to have confidence in Yang Qian. She looked calm and said lightly.

"What Fairy Ying said makes sense! Although Fellow Daoist Yang is only at the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm at present, but according to my speculation, when it comes to supernatural powers, he can be ranked among the top three among the fellow Daoists who have arrived." The sickly Confucian scholar said slowly with an unusual smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, your words are a bit exaggerated! Fellow Daoist Yang is only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation. I am not wrong about this. Even Fellow Daoist Liu has told me that Fellow Daoist Yang has great magical powers and cannot be treated with common sense. But how can a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation go against the will of heaven?" The woman was stunned when she heard this, her face full of doubt, and she said with some disbelief.

"Sister Zhao has been busy practicing hard in Tianyuan City over the years and rarely attends our gatherings. It's not surprising that she doesn't know about Brother Yang. Brother Yang has killed and captured aliens of the same level many times, and he is quite famous among the Qingming Guards of Tianyuan City. In particular, the magical power he practiced has a great restraining effect against the Shadow Clan. This is the main reason why we would invite him here." The masked woman shook her head slightly and said leisurely.

"Fellow Daoist Ying means that this person is used specifically to deal with those shadow insect beasts." The woman surnamed Zhao was a little enlightened.

"Yes, that's what we mean. Otherwise, those shadow insect beasts are quite troublesome. It would be terrible if we waste a lot of magic power and scare away our real prey." The old man surnamed Liu also explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao nodded and said nothing more.

So these people sat in the pavilion and chatted about this and that.

And at the same time.

Yang Qian had already entered the ice house, and the coldness inside the house hit him. He looked calm and quickly found a clean corner to sit cross-legged.

He took a deep breath, formed a complicated seal with his hands in front of his chest, and a faint purple aura gradually spread around his body.

Yang Qian closed his eyes, focused his mind, and began to guide the spiritual power in his body to flow slowly through his meridians.

Wherever the spiritual power passed, the tiny cracks and stagnation in the meridians caused by the loss of mana were gradually repaired and unblocked. His breathing became steady and long, and every breath seemed to merge with the surrounding cold air.

As time went by, Yang Qian's skin gradually emitted a faint golden glow, which was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The arcs were like a nimble little snake, lingering around him, making a subtle "crackling" sound. His complexion was constantly changing, sometimes showing a brilliant golden color, as if it was made of pure gold; sometimes turning into a deep blue, like the vast starry sky; sometimes turning into a mysterious purple.

The spiritual power in his body was like surging, never-ending waves, impacting him wave after wave, further consolidating and strengthening the foundation of his cultivation.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Yang Qian’s body suddenly trembled slightly, and then an extremely powerful aura suddenly burst out from him like a strong wind and huge waves.

The breath was powerful and sharp, sweeping across the entire igloo in an instant.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light as sharp as a sword flashed in his eyes for an instant.

The tired look on his face had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a state of incomparable energy.

(End of this chapter)