Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

In the village, houses with blue bricks and white tiles are arranged in an orderly manner, and red lanterns are hung under the eaves, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

At this moment in the village, several farmers were busy working in the fields, and the rice was swaying in the wind, making rustling sounds.

The children were playing by the stream, and their laughter seemed to bring Jiang Qiong's mood into this peaceful atmosphere.

However, Jiang Qiong did not stop. He knew that the danger was still behind him and he had to adjust his condition as soon as possible to better deal with the situation that was about to follow.

He walked to a tall locust tree at the entrance of the village. The tree cast a mottled shadow, and the sunlight shone through the branches and leaves onto the ground, forming spots of light.

Jiang Qiong took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The spiritual energy flowed slowly in his body. He felt the breath of the earth, and gradually, his state of mind became peaceful.

Just as he was adjusting his breathing, after a while, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

Jiang Qiong's heart tightened, and she opened her eyes, seeing the brother and sister and their followers chasing after her again.

The brother's face was gloomy, obviously angry about the previous defeat, while the sister looked at Jiang Qiong coldly, with a cunning light in her eyes.

"How naive of you to dare to hide here!"

"Do you really think we can't catch up?"

The elder brother sneered, his eyes like an eagle, and he rushed towards Jiang Qiong, saying indifferently: "No matter what, you have to hand over the scroll today!"

Jiang Qiong looked at them secretly and was not afraid. He left on purpose just now mainly because he was worried about being surrounded by a group of cultivators in the Jindan realm.

As for the group of monks in front of him.

Jiang Qiong didn't take them seriously at all.

He knew that the brother and sister in front of him were merely cultivators at the Qi Condensation Stage, and there was only one Foundation Establishment cultivator among their followers. With his own strength at the Golden Core Stage, they were not worth mentioning at all.

"You guys have been so hard at chasing me." Jiang Qiong curled her lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, and said lightly: "But I don't plan to hand over the scroll."

"How dare you!" The elder brother roared, his eyes flashing with anger, and he said coldly: "You will pay the price today!"

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong sneered in his heart. Since he had been forced to this point, he would no longer show mercy.

He slowly mobilized his spiritual energy, and the aura around him instantly became like a sudden gale. The powerful force of the late Jindan realm surged out like a tide, pressing towards the surroundings.

“You…you are the Golden Core Ancestor?!”

Sensing the breath emanating from Jiang Qiong, the sister's voice trembled slightly, her face turned pale instantly, and fear appeared in her eyes.

"I am the prey you want to catch." Jiang Qiong's voice was cold, and the aura he exuded was like a mountain, making the followers around him feel suffocated.

"Quick, step back!" The brother looked terrified and shouted hurriedly to the followers behind him, but it was too late.

Jiang Qiong's spiritual energy swept out like a violent storm, and the air around them seemed to vibrate. The followers were shaken by this force and staggered back, their faces pale and their hearts filled with fear.

"Do you think you can deal with me with these small characters?" Jiang Qiong's voice was as loud as thunder, with unquestionable majesty.

His gaze was like a knife, staring straight at the brother and sister, making them unable to move.

"You...how can you have such a powerful skill?" The brother stammered, his face became paler and paler, and he was secretly panicked.

"Because I am not the ordinary person you think." Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, secretly proud of himself. Since his strength had been exposed, he would no longer hold back.

His spiritual energy surged out like a tide, as if to completely crush the arrogance of the brother and sister.

"Senior, please spare us!"

"We didn't mean to offend you." My sister stepped back in horror, the elegance on her face disappearing in an instant, replaced by endless fear.

Jiang Qiong approached step by step, and the followers around him retreated one after another. Some of them even began to waver and wanted to escape from this place of trouble.

My brother’s face was as pale as paper, his legs were trembling slightly, and it seemed that he was about to lose the strength to stand.

There was a gleam of fear in his eyes, and his former arrogance and confidence had now vanished, leaving only deep regret and panic.

"Senior...Senior, please spare us!" he stammered, his voice filled with endless pleading, as if he was facing an inviolable god.

My sister's face was ashen, the elegance on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by endless fear.

Her voice trembled, and she seemed unable to utter a complete sentence: "It's... I was wrong. I shouldn't... shouldn't have offended you!"

Jiang Qiong looked at them coldly, feeling a sense of pride in her heart.

The threats and ridicule just now have now turned into shameful apologies.

His gaze was like a knife, staring straight at the brother and sister, making them unable to move.

"Why do you want to snatch that scroll?" Jiang Qiong finally spoke, and her voice was like a cold wind, piercing the hearts of the two men.

The brother and sister looked at each other, a trace of fear and uneasiness flashed in their eyes, and then the brother gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say:
"We... our family has some relationship with Lord Bai Yao, so we came here specifically to search for her relics. We heard that the scroll is her masterpiece passed down from generation to generation, and it contains endless spiritual energy. If we can get it, it will definitely bring hope for our family to rise!"

"Bring hope of rise to the family?" Jiang Qiong sneered, secretly sighing in his heart that the power and desire in this world are truly endless.

His eyes became colder and colder, and he continued to ask: "Do you think that you can compete with me for this scroll with your cultivation?"

The younger sister's face turned paler and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes. She shook her head repeatedly and said quickly, "No, it's not like that! We just... just want to fight for our family. We have no ill intentions. Senior, please believe us!"

Jiang Qiong's tone softened a little, but the coldness in his eyes remained as strong as ever. He slowly said, "But your actions were totally wrong. If I wasn't in a good mood, you would have already become my dead souls today."

“Senior, please spare our lives!” The elder brother knelt on the ground again, his face full of fear, crying and begging for mercy: “We are willing to pay compensation and do anything for you, just ask you to let us live!”

Jiang Qiong was slightly stunned, feeling somewhat surprised at the cowardice of the brother and sister.

"Your family is related to Lord Baiyao, so do you know what secrets her relics hold?"

Jiang Qiong turned around after a while and asked, with a glimmer of interest in his eyes.

The brother and sister looked at each other, as if they were thinking about something. Finally, the brother gritted his teeth and said slowly:
"We only know that the scroll contains the spiritual energy of Lord Bai Yao. Legend has it that it can awaken her power. If we can obtain it, our family will surely soar to the sky."

"Awaken the power of Lord Bai Yao?" Jiang Qiong's heart moved.

"How is your family related to her?" Jiang Qiong continued to ask, wanting to know more inside information.

My sister mustered up her courage and said slowly, "Our family has been disciples of Lord Bai Yao for generations, and we once prospered under her protection. But as time went by, our family's power gradually declined. Only by finding her relics can we restore our family's glory."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Qiong nodded slightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

"If that's the case, I can consider giving you a way out." Jiang Qiong's tone softened a little, and he said calmly: "But you must agree to one condition of mine." "Please speak, senior!" The brother and sister said almost in unison, with a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

"I need you to take me to your family!" Jiang Qiong stood with his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

"This...this..." The brother looked hesitant, while the sister was trembling slightly, obviously feeling embarrassed by this condition.

"Of course, you can choose to refuse." Jiang Qiong said coldly, "But I advise you to think more about the cost of refusing."

The two looked at each other and knew that if they did not agree, they might not even be able to save their lives.

The elder brother took a deep breath and said firmly: "We are willing to agree to the conditions of the senior!"

"Very good." Jiang Qiong nodded with satisfaction.

As they were talking, Jiang Qiong followed the brother and sister.

Along the way, Jiang Qiong's eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he looked at the surrounding scenery.

At this time, the morning sunlight shines through the treetops, casting mottled light and shadows, and the air is filled with a fresh scent.

"Senior, please wait a moment, we are ready to fly on the sword." As my brother said this, he took out a magic sword from his arms. The sword body was glowing with a faint luster and exuded bursts of spiritual energy.

My sister then took out a magic sword. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with several dazzling magic stones, which sparkled with charming light.

Jiang Qiong nodded slightly. Although the strength of the brother and sister was not worth mentioning, this magic sword seemed to contain some spiritual energy. Perhaps it was a treasure inherited from the family.

He casually brushed over his storage bag, took out a spirit sword from it, and placed it steadily on his own spirit sword.

Then, the brother and sister stepped onto their respective spirit swords, and the three of them took off into the air together, flying towards the Emerald County City.

It didn't take long to get going.

The three arrived at their destination.

In the air, Jiang Qiong overlooked the scene below. The Emerald County City was like a shining pearl, inlaid on the earth.

The city wall is tall and built of blue bricks, surrounded by a clear river. The river water ripples golden under the sunlight, like a flowing ribbon.

The houses in the city are lined up one after another, the tiles on the roofs are shining in the sun, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the streets are full of vitality.

"Senior, brother, look, there's a lion dance over there! Let's go take a look!"

While my sister was flying the sword, she excitedly pointed to a square in the city, her voice full of joy.

Perhaps he realized that Jiang Qiong was not as scary as he had imagined.

As a result, my sister's nervousness gradually dissipated.

Jiang Qiong was slightly startled and felt a little curious about this lively scene.

So, he nodded in agreement, and the three of them adjusted their direction and flew towards the square.

When we arrived at the square, the lion dance was at its climax.

The colorful lion rolled and jumped nimbly under the control of the dancers, as if it were alive.

The lion's hair sparkled with golden light in the sun, and the dancers, dressed in gorgeous costumes, moved vigorously, sometimes leaping up and sometimes rolling over, and the audience burst into cheers and applause.

"It's so lively!" Jiang Qiong stood aside, carefully observing every detail of the lion dance.

He noticed that lion dancing is not just a performance, but also the mobilization and control of spiritual energy. Every movement of the dancer contains profound cultivation.

"Senior, what do you think of lion dancing?" My brother asked respectfully in a flattering tone and expression.

"Yes, it is indeed not easy to combine aura and performance so skillfully." Jiang Qiong smiled faintly, and couldn't help but appreciate this city more in his heart.

The lion dance performance lasted for a moment. With the last deafening sound of gongs and drums, the lion tumbled in the air and finally landed steadily, winning cheers from the audience.

"Senior, let's go to the front and take a look. There are vendors selling all kinds of delicious food there!"

The sister excitedly pulled her brother's hand and ran towards the crowd.

On the way, the brother and sister quietly sent a message to their family, claiming that an ancestor in the Jindan realm would come to visit.

After receiving the news, the family naturally asked the brother and sister to delay for some time.

Jiang Qiong didn't care at all. He also wanted to see some exotic customs, so he followed them leisurely.

At the street stalls, a wide variety of delicious food exudes an enticing aroma, including fried spring rolls, candied haws, grilled meat skewers... making people salivate.

"Senior, would you like something to eat?" My brother turned his head and asked respectfully.

"Whatever." Jiang Qiong smiled faintly, but secretly pondered the relationship between the siblings' family and Bai Yao.

Not far away, an old man in a green shirt was making candied haws. His technique was skillful and his movements were graceful.

Jiang Qiong stared at the old man, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind. He realized that the old man had an unusual aura.

On the surface, he is an ordinary person.

But in fact, he concealed his own aura, making it difficult for even Jiang Qiong to detect it.

"I'll go over there and take a look. You guys can do whatever you want." Jiang Qiong said softly and walked towards the old man.

"Okay, seniors," the brother and sister shouted from behind.

Jiang Qiong approached the old man and bowed slightly: "Old man, can you teach me a few tricks for making candied haws?"

The old man was slightly stunned, then smiled and said slowly: "Young man, if you are willing, of course you can do it. But this is not a simple skill, you need to use your heart to feel it."

As he spoke, the old man smiled slightly. He gently inserted the bamboo stick in his hand into a fresh hawthorn, and then put it into a pot of boiling syrup. The syrup gave off an enticing aroma under the roasting of the flame.

“First of all, the key to Tanghulu is the temperature and viscosity of the syrup.”

The old man explained as he worked, "If the temperature is too high, the syrup will become too sticky and affect the taste; if the temperature is too low, the candied haws will not be able to wrap around the fruit and lose the crispness of the outer layer."

As he spoke, the old man gently stirred the syrup in the pot with a spoon. His movements were light and graceful, as if he was performing a silent dance.

Jiang Qiong watched quietly, and couldn't help but admire it. (End of this chapter)