Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Everyone nodded in agreement and warm applause broke out in the square.

In this warm atmosphere, Jiang Qiong and others felt the unity and strength among the tribes.

They know that in this challenging desert, only if the tribes unite can they develop and prosper together.

Jiang Qiong and others' hunting trip to the Qingluan tribe was a fruitful one. Not only did they harvest many precious resources, but they also deepened their friendship with the various tribes through communication and interaction.

However, happy times always pass by like a flash. They know that the Black Cloud Tribe far away is looking forward to their valuable experience and gains, and injecting new vitality into the development of the tribe.

So, after bidding farewell to the people of the Qingluan tribe, they resolutely set out on their journey home.

On the way back, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, like a huge fireball, pouring its heat onto the earth without reservation.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature in the desert rose rapidly, and every grain of sand seemed to be on fire, emitting unbearable heat.

Jiang Qiong and others rode on camels and moved slowly on the hot sand.

Every time the wind camel's hooves took a step, it made a dull sound, as if telling of the hardships of the journey.

"This damn weather is so hot that it's hard to breathe. It's even hotter than in our tribe."

Lang Nana couldn't help complaining while fanning herself with her hands to try to dispel some of the heat.

Nan Fengxue looked up at the sky, only to see a cloudless sky with the sun hanging high in the sky. However, she keenly sensed something strange, and her brows furrowed slightly. She said solemnly:

"Everyone, please be careful. The weather is strange. I'm afraid something unexpected will happen soon."

As if to confirm her words, a mass of inky black clouds suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

The cloud was like a black wave, rolling and expanding rapidly, sweeping towards them at an astonishing speed.

Jiang Qiong's face instantly became solemn. He thought to himself that something was wrong and shouted in a hurry, "Oh no, it's a sandstorm! Everyone, activate your spiritual energy immediately and prepare to deal with it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone did not dare to slack off and immediately circulated the spiritual energy in their bodies.

In an instant, a faint spiritual power shield quickly condensed around their bodies.

The magic gestures in Jiang Qiong's hands changed rapidly and he muttered something.

The wind camel he was riding seemed to sense the imminent danger, paddling its hooves anxiously and emitting bursts of low neighing.

Jiang Qiong gently comforted Feng Camel while continuously injecting more spiritual power into its body, trying to keep this frightened companion calm.

At the same time, Nan Fengxue danced her hands quickly in the air, and ice spiritual power gathered in her palms like a whirlpool.

Soon, crystal clear ice blades surrounded her, flashing with cold light.

These ice blades can not only effectively resist the invasion of wind and sand, but also transform into fierce attack methods at critical moments to deal with approaching dangers.

Lang Nana quickly summoned her spirit pet, and a nimble bird instantly appeared in the air.

The spirit pet circled in the air, making sharp chirps. Its lively eyes vigilantly observed the movements around it, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

The sandstorm was like a roaring beast, carrying with it a sky full of yellow sand and rushing towards us with overwhelming force.

The wind howled violently, as if it was going to sweep everything in the world into its rage.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong shouted, "Go! Charge towards the edge of the sandstorm with all your strength and use the power of spiritual arts to break through!"

Everyone responded. With the help of spiritual power, the wind camels seemed to be filled with strength in an instant. They ran hard, and their speed was several times faster than usual.

They shuttled rapidly through the wind and sand like black lightning. With his keen sense, Jiang Qiong carefully identified the direction in the wind and sand, and guided everyone to cleverly avoid the areas with the most severe wind and sand.

However, the power of the sandstorm far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The raging winds were like a pair of invisible yet extremely powerful giant hands, fiercely attacking their spiritual shields again and again, making loud "bang bang" noises.

There were already cracks on Jiang Qiong's spiritual shield, as if it would break at any time.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he continued to inject spiritual power and tried hard to repair the shield.

Under the fierce impact of the wind and sand, Nan Fengxue's ice blade gradually began to crack and then shatter.

But her eyes were firm, and she showed no intention of retreating. She continued to concentrate on condensing new ice blades.

Lang Nana's pet was blown in the air and was about to fall.

She was extremely anxious and called out the name of her spirit pet anxiously, while continuously transferring her own spiritual power to the spirit pet, trying to help it stabilize its body.

During this difficult escape, every minute and every second seemed extremely long.

Everyone struggled forward in the wind and sand, their physical and spiritual strength being constantly consumed.

Finally, after everyone's unremitting efforts, they faintly saw a bright light on the edge of the sandstorm, as if it was the dawn of hope appearing in the darkness.

Jiang Qiong's eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone, work harder, we will be out soon!"

Everyone responded in unison, using up their last bit of strength and rushing towards the direction of the light.

Finally, they managed to get out of the sandstorm.

Everyone stopped exhausted and looked back at the still raging sandstorm, their hearts filled with gratitude for having survived the disaster.

At this time, their clothes had become tattered, their bodies were covered with sand and dust, and they looked extremely miserable.

His spiritual power was almost exhausted due to the fierce resistance just now.

"Huh, I finally escaped." Jiang Qiong let out a long sigh, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Just as they were taking a short break, a team appeared in the distance.

The dust raised by the marching team was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

As the team got closer, they could see clearly that it was a caravan.

The caravan consisted of dozens of huge desert beasts. These beasts walked with steady steps and carried all kinds of goods, which were covered tightly with thick oilcloth.

The caravan guards rode on sturdy horses, stood tall, held weapons in their hands, glanced around vigilantly, and remained on alert at all times.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man with a full beard that stood upright, revealing a rough aura. His eyes were shrewd and sophisticated. When he saw Jiang Qiong and the others, he was slightly startled, then a warm smile appeared on his face, and he strode forward to greet them:
"My friends, it looks like you have just been through a fierce battle. You look a little embarrassed."

Jiang Qiong stood up with great effort, brushed off the dust on her body, and smiled back:

"Yes, I encountered a terrible sandstorm and barely escaped death. Who are you?"

"My name is Wang Meng, and I am the leader of this caravan. We travel around this vast desert, doing business to make a living."

Wang Meng introduced himself with a bit of boldness in his words.

Jiang Qiong and others talked with Wang Meng and learned that their caravan came from the far east. After a long journey, they brought many precious and rare items and were about to go to various desert tribes for trading.

Jiang Qiong's mind moved, thinking that the tribe was lacking some cultivation resources and magical instruments, and perhaps he could find what he needed from the caravan and contribute to the development of the tribe.

So Jiang Qiong politely asked to see the caravan's goods.

Wang Meng readily agreed. He waved his hand and said in a loud voice, "Of course, you can choose!"

The guards immediately stepped forward and untied the oilcloth from the beast.

In an instant, a wide variety of goods appeared before everyone.

There are all kinds of exquisite weapons, with blades polished to extremely sharp edges, flashing with cold light, as if they can cut through the void with a light swing;
There are also spirit crystals that emit a soft glow, with spiritual power flowing inside them, as if they contain endless energy;
As well as some strangely shaped magical instruments, each of which exudes a unique aura and seems to hide unknown mysterious powers.

Jiang Qiong and others carefully selected from the goods.

Nan Fengxue's eyes were instantly attracted by a spirit crystal containing powerful ice spiritual power. She walked forward, gently picked up the spirit crystal, and felt the familiar and powerful ice power, her eyes full of love.

Lang Nana couldn't let go of a dagger inlaid with gems. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with several dazzling gems, which sparkled charmingly in the sun. The blade was extremely sharp and exuded a hint of coldness.

Jiang Qiong discovered an ancient alchemy furnace among the many goods.

The alchemy furnace was pitch black, like the darkest corner of the night sky, and was engraved with mysterious runes.

Those runes seemed to have life, flickering faintly. Although the alchemy furnace looked a little old and even a little mottled on the surface, Jiang Qiong could clearly feel the powerful power contained in it.

He was overjoyed. The tribe had always lacked a high-quality alchemy furnace. If they could get this, it would be of immeasurable help to the tribe's medicine refining and cultivation improvement.

Jiang Qiong asked Wang Meng about the price of the alchemy furnace. A hint of subtle cunning flashed across Wang Meng's eyes. He stretched out five fingers and said firmly:

"This is a precious item from my caravan, and I want to buy it for fifty high-level spirit crystals. This is already a fair price given our affinity for it."

Jiang Qiong was shocked. The price was really high.

But he really didn't want to miss this rare alchemy furnace, so he started bargaining with Wang Meng.

The two argued back and forth, with Jiang Qiong citing various reasons to try to get Wang Meng to lower the price, while Wang Meng kept emphasizing the preciousness of the alchemy furnace.

After a heated debate, the deal was finally settled at thirty high-level spirit crystals.

Jiang Qiong reluctantly took out the crystal cores and some precious resources obtained from hunting and exchanged them with the caravan, and only then did he successfully buy the alchemy furnace.

After the transaction was completed, Jiang Qiong and others were happy to continue their journey home.

However, the moment they turned around, the guards of the caravan suddenly drew their weapons in unison, and surrounded them in an instant with sharp blades flashing with cold light.

The enthusiastic smile on Wang Meng's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a ferocious and greedy look:
"Humph, do you think you can take the treasure away so easily? Hand over everything you have, otherwise, today will be the day you die!"

Jiang Qiong was furious. He never expected that the caravan would be so despicable, going back on their word and wanting to kill people for treasure.

He quickly drew out his sword and activated his spiritual power. The sword instantly flashed with dazzling light, as if a flame of anger was burning:
"Wang Meng, how dare you betray me and do such a shameless thing!"

Nan Fengxue and Lang Nana also immediately assumed fighting postures, their eyes filled with anger and determination.

Nan Fengxue quickly condensed an ice cone in her hand, which flashed with cold light, as if it would shoot at the enemy at any time.

Lang Nana's pet circled in the air, making angry cries that echoed through the sky, as if protesting to the enemy.

Seeing this, the guards of the caravan shouted in unison and rushed forward.

Jiang Qiong's figure flashed and rushed into the group of guards like a black lightning.

His sword wielded freely in his hand, creating sharp sword energy.

The sword energy was so powerful that several guards were hit in an instant and fell down with screams.

Nan Fengxue was casting ice spells in the back, her hands dancing quickly in the air and muttering something.

In an instant, countless ice cones shot towards the guards like a rainstorm, instantly disrupting their originally neat formation.

Lang Nana commanded her spirit pets to harass and attack the guards.

The spirit pet shuttled flexibly in the air. Its claws were extremely sharp, and every dive left scars on the guards.

Wang Meng was secretly frightened when he saw that the situation was not good. He knew very well that Jiang Qiong and others were very powerful. If he continued to pester them, he would probably get into trouble.

So, he took advantage of the chaos and tried to sneak away. Jiang Qiong was sharp-eyed and immediately noticed Wang Meng's intention.

He tapped his feet lightly, and his figure jumped up and down like a ghost and caught up with Wang Meng.

Wang Meng turned back in horror and was about to beg for mercy when Jiang Qiong's sword was already coldly placed on his neck:

"Do you think you can escape? You must pay the price for being such a traitor today!"

Under the fierce counterattack of Jiang Qiong and others, the guards of the caravan gradually couldn't resist and were defeated one after another. In the end, Wang Meng and his men got the punishment they deserved.

Jiang Qiong and others packed up their things, took the newly purchased alchemy furnace, and set out again on the journey back to the Black Cloud Tribe.

They know that this experience is just a small episode in the long desert journey, and there will be more unknown challenges waiting for them in the future.

Jiang Qiong and his companions, with the residual power of victory and the newly acquired alchemy furnace, dragged their tired but determined steps and finally saw the familiar outline of the Black Cloud Tribe.

The tribal flags fluttered in the wind, as if welcoming their return.

The Black Cloud Tribe at this moment had a more lively and tense atmosphere than when they left.

As they entered the tribe, they saw a group of people in uniform and with extraordinary temperament standing in the center of the square, surrounded by tribesmen who were pointing and talking. (End of this chapter)