Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Walking out of the county town, Jiang Qiong walked along the path into the mountains, and the surrounding scenery gradually became quiet and beautiful.

The fresh mountain breeze brings with it a faint scent of flowers, making you feel relaxed and happy.

As Jiang Qiong walked along, her heart gradually calmed down, as if she had returned to the origin of her practice.

Soon, he came to a dilapidated temple.

The walls of the temple are mottled, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The temple door was half-closed, letting in a hint of shade, just right for him to rest. He pushed open the door and walked in. It was empty except for a few worn-out incense burners.

Jiang Qiong found a corner to sit down, closed her eyes, and began to adjust her breathing.

The confrontation with Liu Ruoqing was still echoing in his mind, but at this moment he decided not to dwell on it and instead focus on his own practice.

Reiki flowed in the air, and the tranquility in the temple made him feel an invisible power.

Jiang Qiong practiced his skills, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy slowly gathered around him.

His consciousness gradually immersed in a state of cultivation, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and there was only his communication with the spiritual energy.

Time passed by unknowingly, and Jiang Qiong's state of mind became more and more peaceful. Spiritual energy flowed in his body, as if washing away the dust in his soul.

He felt a long-lost sense of solidity, as if all the troubles were left behind, and only practice and self were blending at this moment.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the leaves outside the temple swayed gently, as if reminding him of the passage of time.

Jiang Qiong opened her eyes and her mind became clear.

However, at this moment, the sky began to become gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if a huge black curtain covered the sky.

The wind gradually became stronger, bringing a bit of chill, and the leaves rustled in the wind, foreshadowing the coming heavy rain.

Not long after, tiny raindrops began to fall from the sky, sparse at first, then gradually becoming denser, and finally turning into a downpour.

The sound of rain in the mountains is like the galloping of thousands of troops. The raindrops hit the leaves, making crisp sounds, forming a natural symphony.

The mountain scenery in the rain becomes more vivid, the streams become more turbulent due to the influx of rain water, and the moss on the rocks appears greener under the nourishment of rain water.

The trees swayed in the rain, as if dancing happily, and the small flowers and grasses that are usually hard to notice also appear more vibrant under the baptism of rain.

Just then, a group of hikers who were collecting herbs came hurriedly towards the temple, apparently to take shelter from the rain.

There were seven or eight people in the group. They were wearing coarse clothes, straw hats and straw sandals, which was obviously the attire for people who worked in the mountains all year round.

They are of different ages, some look very young, probably in their early twenties, while others appear older, with traces of time etched on their faces.

Their appearances are also different, some are burly, while others are thin, but without exception, they all have a kind of tenacity and simplicity on their faces.

As soon as this group of hikers entered the temple, they began to get busy.

Some of them began to collect the dry firewood scattered in the corners of the temple, while others took out the flints they carried with them and tried to light a fire next to the incense burner in the center of the temple.

After some effort, a pile of firewood was finally lit. The flames jumped in the temple, bringing a touch of warmth and light to this gloomy rainy day.

They sat around the fire, some began to warm themselves by the fire, while others took out dry food and started eating. The temple was suddenly filled with the smell of human life.

At this time, they noticed Jiang Qiong sitting quietly in the corner.

One of the older hikers, with a kind smile on his face, greeted Jiang Qiong and said, "Young man, come and have a cup of hot tea. It's very cold."

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards the fire.

He accepted the hiker's kindness and took the cup of hot tea.

Although tea is simple, it is particularly heartwarming on a rainy day like this.

Then they started talking, and Jiang Qiong asked about their origins and backgrounds.

A young hiker said, "We are herbalists in this mountain. We search for herbs in this mountain all year round and sell them to the medicine shops in the city."

Another older hiker took over the conversation: "I was also a knight-errant when I was young, but later I got tired of the disputes in the martial arts world, so I came to the mountains and lived a life of collecting herbs."

There was a hint of nostalgia on his face, but more of satisfaction with the current situation.

Jiang Qiong also answered some of their questions and talked about her experience in cultivation and her origins.

The hikers listened with great interest and expressed admiration from time to time.

In this dilapidated temple, although it was raining heavily outside, it was full of warmth and humanity.

Just as everyone was talking, suddenly, a cold wind howled in the mountains, and the doors and windows of the temple creaked in the wind.

An ominous feeling filled the air.

Jiang Qiong and the hikers looked at each other and could sense that the atmosphere was unusual.

A hiker said nervously: "Sometimes ghosts appear in this mountain. We have to be careful."

Before he finished speaking, a strange sound suddenly came from the corner of the temple, as if something was peeping in the dark.

In the light of the fire, some shadows can be seen swaying on the wall, as if an invisible presence is approaching.

Jiang Qiong clenched his fists, his eyes became sharp, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

The hikers also picked up the tools around them, some picked up machetes, some picked up shovels, and prepared for defense.

The atmosphere in the temple suddenly became tense, and everyone held their breath, waiting for unknown challenges.

At this moment, a shrill scream pierced the night sky, and it seemed that something rushed out from the darkness of the temple.

Jiang Qiong and the hikers reacted immediately. They formed a circle, stood back to back, and looked around vigilantly.

Jiang Qiong took a deep breath, squatted slightly, and was ready to attack at any time.

However, what rushed out was not a ghost, but a frightened hare.

It was apparently frightened by the heavy rain and wind outside and accidentally broke into the temple.

Seeing this innocent animal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, walked towards the hare, picked it up gently, and soothed its frightened heart.

The hikers also relaxed their vigilance. They gathered around and looked at Jiang Qiong and the hare with relieved smiles on their faces. One hiker joked: "It seems that we are too vigilant. Even a hare can make us so nervous."

Jiang Qiong released the hare back into the wild and returned to the fire.

They continued to talk, sharing their stories and experiences.

Although the tense atmosphere just now has passed, they all know that in this mountain, there are always some unknown things lurking in the dark, and they must always be vigilant.

As the night deepened, the rain gradually stopped. Jiang Qiong and the hikers found some hay in the temple and made a temporary bed.

They decided to stay here for the night and continue their journey at daybreak.

In this dilapidated temple, although the conditions are simple, their hearts are filled with warmth and hope.

It was late at night, and the only sounds in the temple were the occasional crackling of the fire and the rustling of raindrops on leaves outside.

Jiang Qiong and the hikers were ready to rest. They spread hay in the corner of the temple and prepared to spend the night in this simple shelter.

However, just as everyone was about to fall asleep, a strange noise broke the tranquility of the night.

Suddenly, the temple gate was hit by a powerful force, making a deafening sound.

A gigantic monster rushed in, and its appearance instantly filled the originally quiet temple with tension and fear.

This monster is over two meters tall, its body covered with black scales, its eyes are like burning charcoal, flashing a faint green light, and bloody liquid dripping from the corners of its mouth, making it look hideous and terrifying.

Its limbs are strong and powerful, and its tail drags on the ground, leaving deep marks.

Jiang Qiong became alert instantly. He quickly jumped up from the haystack and faced the sudden monster.

The hikers were also awakened by this sudden change. They were panicked. Some picked up the tools around them to defend themselves, while others hid in the corners of the temple, their hearts filled with fear.

Jiang Qiong took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination.

He must protect these innocent hikers and not let them be harmed by monsters and beasts.

He slowly drew out a spiritual sword that was flashing with cold light from his waist. The sword body emitted a faint blue light, as if it contained powerful power.

The monster let out a deafening roar and pounced towards Jiang Qiong.

Jiang Qiong was not in a hurry. He flexibly turned his body to avoid the attack of the monster.

Then, the magic sword in his hand drew a graceful arc, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the monster.

The sword shines like water, but carries a deadly chill.

The monster seemed to be aware of the threat posed by Jiang Qiong. It roared and tried to use its huge claws to block Jiang Qiong's attack.

Jiang Qiong's swordsmanship is agile and swift, and every attack is extremely accurate.

His figure shuttled through the temple, as if he had transformed into a blue lightning. Every flash of the sword caused the monster to feel a sharp pain.

The battle lasted for a while. Jiang Qiong's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, while the monster began to seem unable to cope.

Its movements became sluggish and its breathing became rapid.

Jiang Qiong seized the opportunity and stabbed the monster's heart with a sword.

The tip of the sword pierced through the monster's scales and went straight into its heart.

The monster let out a sharp wail, and its body began to disintegrate, turning into a puff of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

There was silence in the temple and the hikers were stunned. They witnessed the fierce battle between Jiang Qiong and the monster, and finally Jiang Qiong killed it single-handedly.

They looked at Jiang Qiong with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

Jiang Qiong put away his spirit sword. There was no trace of complacency on his face. He just said calmly: "We are all people who survive in this mountain. It is our duty to protect each other."

Hikers gathered around and expressed their gratitude to Jiang Qiong, some even shook Jiang Qiong's hand excitedly.

Although this dilapidated temple has just experienced a life-and-death struggle, it is now filled with human warmth and trust.

The night returned to tranquility again, and Jiang Qiong and the hikers returned to their makeshift beds.

After Jiang Qiong successfully repelled the monster, the atmosphere in the temple gradually changed from tense to relaxed, and the hikers' admiration for Jiang Qiong was beyond words.

One of the older hikers, with traces of time on his face and a gleam of gratitude in his eyes, walked up to Jiang Qiong and said, "Master, your performance tonight has made all of us feel at ease. To thank you, I am willing to take you to the mountains to find some precious elixirs, which are treasures that only hikers like us can find."

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, indicating that she was willing to accept this kindness.

These hikers know every trail and every corner of the mountain, and their guidance is undoubtedly the best way to find precious elixirs.

The next morning, the mountain air was exceptionally fresh after the rain, and Jiang Qiong followed the hikers on a journey to find elixirs.

They passed through dense forests and crossed streams. Along the way, the hikers introduced to Jiang Qiong the uses and properties of various herbs.

Although Jiang Qiong had a deep understanding of magic, he knew very little about herbal medicine. He listened carefully, asked questions from time to time, and the hikers answered them patiently.

After several hours of trekking, they came to a secluded valley. The environment here was completely different from the outside world. The valley was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Hikers told Jiang Qiong that this place is covered in clouds and fog all year round, forming a unique microclimate that is very suitable for the growth of magical herbs.

Led by a hiker, they began to search carefully in the valley.

Jiang Qiong noticed that these hikers observed every leaf and flower very carefully, and they seemed to be able to identify precious elixirs from tiny details.

Soon, a young hiker let out a cry of surprise. He found a magical medicine growing in the cracks of the rocks.

This magical medicine is emerald green all over, with golden lines on the leaves, emitting a faint light.

Jiang Qiong recognized that this was the legendary "Golden Thread Lotus", an extremely precious elixir with extremely high medicinal value.

Hikers carefully dig out the golden thread vine, making sure not to damage its roots.

Then, they discovered several more precious elixirs in the valley, including a ginseng variant called "snow ginseng", which has enlarged roots, a thin layer of frost and snow on the surface, and exudes a strong medicinal fragrance;
There is also a kind of Ganoderma lucidum called "Purple Ganoderma lucidum". Its cap is dark purple with a golden halo on the edge, which makes it look particularly mysterious.

Jiang Qiong was very excited about the discovery of these spiritual medicines. He knew that these spiritual medicines would not only greatly benefit his own cultivation, but could also be exchanged for a lot of resources in the martial arts world.

He expressed his deep gratitude to the hikers and promised that he would repay their kindness if necessary in the future.

After collecting the elixirs, Jiang Qiong and the hikers returned to the temple. (End of this chapter)