Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

The blood lotus under Yan Yun's feet closed quickly in an incredible way, as if a flower blooming under the night sky suddenly closed, guarding its own secret.

Then, this strange blood lotus turned into a stream of light, carrying Xu Tian, ​​and shuttled through the mountains and forests at lightning speed until it completely disappeared from the end of the sight.

Only a series of long whistling sounds were left, like the low roar of an ancient beast, announcing his temporary exit.

Huang Liang Lingjun and another colleague looked at each other. Facing the provocative words of Xuan Ling Xutian from the Ling clan, there was no fluctuation on their faces, as if they had just heard a gust of insignificant wind.

In their view, this vast land is the common territory of both humans and demons, and it is undoubtedly a pipe dream for the elves to stay here for a long time.

Even if they meet again, their tacit cooperation and strong strength are enough to deal with any challenge. They are an invincible duo on the battlefield.

After a brief discussion, the two spiritual kings decided to act separately. Like experienced generals, they were each responsible for an area.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, no corner escaped their keen eyes.

At the same time, Yan Yun has transformed into an ordinary middle-aged man with three long beards, hiding at the foot of a hill far away from trouble.

Through the exquisite disguise technique, he not only changed his appearance, but also hid his own spiritual energy fluctuations without a trace, perfectly blending into the surrounding environment.

At this moment, he was like a dusty old book, sitting quietly on a bluestone, his eyes slightly closed, like a statue in deep thought.

Time passed slowly, Yan Yun woke up from meditation, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I have finally dispersed the last trace of fire spirit in my body. Unless they come to check in person, they will never be able to detect my presence."

However, knowing the urgency of the situation, he did not rush to leave, but like a vigilant rabbit, carefully avoided danger.

Then, Yan Yun leaped up, and after a few rises and falls, he disappeared into the dense forest, as if he was a part of nature.

Not long after, he came to a cliff tightly covered by vines and bushes. After confirming that there was no one around, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he took a deep breath, and his fists were instantly surrounded by golden light. Like a god descending from heaven, he punched the stone wall hard with one punch after another.

With a rumbling sound, a deep stone cave appeared, and Yan Yun flashed and went into the cave like a ghost.

After entering the cave, he sealed the entrance with a backhand punch to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

As the sound of falling rubble gradually subsided, the cave fell into darkness and silence, becoming Yan Yun's temporary refuge.

In this secret space, he was able to catch his breath for a while, while secretly planning his next move.

In the deep cave, Yan Yun ignored the hustle and bustle of the outside world. He flipped his palm lightly, and as if by magic, a moonstone that had been prepared long ago appeared in his palm.

This moonstone is as bright as a night pearl, emitting a faint glow, adding a bit of mystery and warmth to this dark cave.

He casually picked up the moonstone and tapped the top of the cave lightly. The force seemed gentle, but it actually contained deep internal strength.

The moonstone was easily embedded in the top of the cave, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

Under this soft light, the originally dim cave suddenly became much clearer.

Every inch of the stone wall and every corner seem to be gently caressed by the moonlight, revealing their truest appearance.

Yan Yun looked around and found a clean place, just like finding a comfortable nest. He sat down slowly, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his breathing and mentality.

After a while, he opened his eyes, the spiritual ring on his hand flashed, and he took out a blood-red bottle from the storage bracelet. His eyes were shining with excitement and curiosity, as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

Apart from emitting an eerie blood-red light, everything else about this small bottle looks extremely ordinary, and the material feels unusually smooth.

It is just like ordinary porcelain, but it is the extraordinary hidden in this ordinariness that makes Yan Yun more convinced of its extraordinary nature.

He carefully touched the vial with his fingers, muttering to himself.

At the same time, all the memories of the elf named Shi Yan about the spirit blood emerged in his mind, as if he was exploring an ancient and mysterious secret.

After a moment, Yan Yun frowned slightly, as if he thought of some important details.

He took out a palm-sized jade round bowl from the storage bracelet, then opened the lid of the blood-red bottle and tilted it lightly towards the round bowl.

The bottle mouth with flowing purple light seemed to be the key to open a mysterious treasure chest. It took a long time before seven or eight drops of dark purple liquid slowly poured out.

All the drops that fell into the round bowl immediately scattered apart and were unable to merge into one, just like a group of stubborn elves playing hide-and-seek playfully.

Yan Yun stared at the purple liquid, with a hint of subtle surprise in his eyes. He stretched out a finger and lightly touched one of the drops of purple liquid.

As a result, at the moment when his fingers seemed to touch but not touch, the purple liquid was like an enraged little beast.

It jumped up on its own and wrapped his fingertips in it, as if wanting to invade his body.

However, Yan Yun did not panic. He raised his eyebrows and a golden light flashed on his fingers, like a sacred light, which blocked the purple liquid from his skin.

Then he shook it gently, and the liquid slid into the round bowl again, as if a tamed little animal had returned to its cage.

"Yes, it is indeed the blood of the spirit race."

Yan Yun said in a low voice, his eyes flashing with excitement as if he had discovered a treasure.

He poured the purple liquid into the small bottle again and then carefully put it into the storage bracelet.

After doing all this, Yan Yun calmed down and meditated and rested in the cave, as if he was an immortal who was practicing in seclusion.

Although he now has no magical powers, his ability to fast has not been lost in the slightest. He does not need to eat or drink anything to sustain his life activities.

This otherworldly ability allows him to survive in harsh environments and keep a clear mind to think about problems.

As time went by, waves of divine thoughts swept over the hill where Yan Yun was like invisible tentacles.

Since there was no spiritual energy emanating from him, all the searching divine thoughts naturally swept past him and did not notice his existence at all.

In the first few days, these divine thoughts' searches were very frequent and intensive, occurring almost every once in a while.

But as time went by, the situation improved after half a month - it only happened two or three times a day.

After another two months, it happened even less often - only once a day; and the spiritual power he mobilized was obviously not as strong and powerful as before.

Apparently the people in charge of the search mission had been replaced by a new group of personnel or their patience had worn out.

However, despite such ever-changing situations, Yan Yun still hid in the cave quietly and did not show up, but continued to wait patiently for the right time to make plans.

Just like this, half a year passed in a flash, and no more divine thoughts appeared. A peaceful and harmonious atmosphere enveloped the place, making people feel very comfortable. In ancient times, there was a world shrouded in mysterious power.

Huangliang Lingjun devoted his entire life to cultivation in order to reach a higher realm.

However, when he was about to break through, he encountered a sudden disaster - his spiritual blood was stolen!

This theft shocked the entire world of immortal cultivation, and countless people were wondering who was so bold and presumptuous.

After some investigation, people found out that it was done by a psychic monk.

This cultivator not only had superb skills, but also had great magical powers, leaving Huang Liang Lingjun and others helpless.

Although Huang Liang Lingjun and other virtual-refinement-level masters pursued him with all their might, the mysterious spirit-transforming cultivator finally escaped.

As time went by, the news about spiritual blood gradually spread.

People began to pay attention to this matter, and some even linked it to the legendary "corrupted blood".

It is said that this blood has powerful magic power that can instantly improve a person's cultivation.

However, some people also believed that it was a curse that would bring misfortune to the holder. In any case, this matter became one of the hottest topics at the time.

While everyone was discussing this, the mysterious incarnation monk had quietly left Sunset City. No one knew where he was going, and no one knew his true identity.

Just like that, he streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving behind endless mysteries.

Several years later, in the belly of a tall and majestic mountain far away from human habitation, in a space surrounded by inky blackness, a figure was sitting there quietly.

There was a faint golden light flickering on his body, as if he was a sleeping god.

Next to the figure was a small blood-red bottle, lying on the ground, and it seemed to be empty.

This scene reminds people of the legendary "blood of corruption". Is this what the mysterious deified monk is looking for?

Time flies, and more than a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For mortals, this period of time is enough for them to spend their entire lives.

But for cultivators with profound magical powers, this is just a moment in life.

During these long years, Huangliang Lingjun never gave up the pursuit of spiritual blood.

He firmly believed that one day he would be able to find the person who took his treasure and take back what belonged to him.

Finally one day, Huangliang Lingjun got a clue - someone found a young body cultivator with an unfamiliar face in a remote town.

According to eyewitnesses, the young man hurriedly purchased a batch of things and then left and disappeared without a trace.

This made Huangliang Lingjun feel something.

Could he be the one who stole his spiritual blood back then? In order to find out the truth, he decided to investigate in person.

When he arrived at the small town, he found the figure of the young body cultivator. However, surprisingly, the young man turned out to be a woman!
She has a petite figure and a pretty face, and she doesn't look like someone who can steal spiritual blood.

What made Huangliang Lingjun even more confused was that when she learned of her identity, she did not show any surprise or fear, but instead seemed unusually calm and composed.

This made Huangliang Lingjun start to doubt whether his judgment was wrong?
After a conversation, Huangliang Lingjun discovered that this woman was not an ordinary person but someone with a special physique.

There is a powerful energy contained in her body, which can help her recover from injuries quickly and improve her cultivation.

It was this special physique that attracted the attention of the mysterious monk and triggered a series of events.

It turned out that the divine cultivator at that time did not want to seize her spiritual blood but was attracted by her special physique and wanted to use her blood to improve his own cultivation.

After hearing all this, Huangliang Lingjun was shocked and regretted his actions.

He didn't expect the truth of the matter to be like this if it weren't for his greed and obsession.

It would not have caused so many innocent people to be implicated and harmed, including the woman in front of him.

So Huangliang Lingjun decided to let go of the past grudges and not pursue the matter anymore. He also promised to protect the woman from being harmed by others.

Chuanyun Mountain.

It is surrounded by mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it is a mysterious place isolated from the world.

There live various beasts and monsters in the mountains. They either roar among the mountains or lurk in the depths of the dense forests, making this mountain range full of unknowns and dangers.

Just today, an old man led a group of people and were slowly marching on the road leading to Chuanyun Mountain.

Their goal was to clear out the beasts and monsters in the mountains and open up a new trade route for the company.

This old man was no ordinary man, but a cultivator with profound cultivation. There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he could see through everything.

There was also a young boy and girl in the team. They stared curiously at the red light on the old man's nails. It was a mysterious power that seemed to attract the attention of all living beings.

The old man smiled slightly, without explaining too much, just silently enjoying the tranquility and harmony.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the rapid sound of animal hooves.

A man's voice sounded outside the animal cart:

"Reporting to Elder Huo, the people who were sent out to clear the way have returned. All the beasts and monsters within a thousand miles of Chuanyun Mountain have been wiped out."

The old man's expression changed, and he raised one hand and slowly opened the curtains, revealing the outside world.

I saw a burly middle-aged knight riding a giant mutant wolf with snow-white hair, following the beast cart respectfully.

He is the old man's loyal guard and has been protecting the safety of the caravan.

"But are you really sure that there is not a single monster left in this mountain?"

"If there is a demon beast that is good at hiding and hides cleverly enough, it is normal that the demon energy disk has not found it."

The old man looked at the knight and his tone became serious.

The knight's expression changed slightly, but he immediately answered affirmatively:
"That shouldn't be the case. In addition to the demonic energy disk, I also asked several immortal masters to use their divine senses to scan the entire mountain. There are indeed no more demonic beasts in this mountain." (End of this chapter)