Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong is busy between the spiritual field and the training ground every day. Under his careful care, the spiritual medicine in the spiritual field grows more and more prosperously. Not only does the output steadily increase, the quality is also superior, and the spiritual power aura it emits becomes more and more intense.

The surrounding birds often circle around, as if they were also attracted by the vigorous spiritual energy.

On the training ground, he carefully guided the younger generation in practicing spiritual arts and martial arts. Every move and every style contained his many years of experience in cultivating immortals. Under his guidance, the young warriors of the tribe rapidly improved in strength, their bodies became more agile, and their eyes were full of determination and confidence.

However, Jiang Qiong always had an infinite yearning for the vast world of immortal cultivation in his heart. In that unknown world, mysterious relics, powerful magic weapons, and profound skills were all calling him.

After spending some peaceful time in the tribe, he finally made up his mind to set out on the journey again to explore more mysteries of the world of immortal cultivation.

That morning, the sun shone softly on the tribe, giving each tent a layer of gold.

Jiang Qiong slowly walked out of Huck's house. The Huck family had already been waiting outside.

Hake's eyes were filled with reluctance. He held Jiang Qiong's hand tightly and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Brother Jiang Qiong, we really don't want you to leave."

Shaya shed tears silently, holding a delicate package in her hand and handed it to Jiang Qiong: "There are some dry food and water in it, which will be useful on the road."

Moore and Ella hugged Jiang Qiong's legs tightly, their eyes full of attachment: "Uncle Jiang Qiong, you must come back." Jiang Qiong's eyes were slightly red, and he gently stroked the children's heads: "Don't worry, uncle will definitely come back to see you."

Afterwards, Jiang Qiong came to the center of the tribe, where the people had already gathered.

Agu stepped forward and handed over a long sword that shone with an ancient luster with both hands: "Brother Jiang Qiong, this is the heirloom of our tribe. Although it is not as good as the magic weapon in your hand, it is also a token of our heart. I hope it can accompany you safely on your journey."

Jiang Qiong took it solemnly and felt the friendship of the tribe members carried on the sword.

He looked around, seeing these familiar and friendly faces, his heart was filled with warmth:
"Thank you all for your care during this period. The days here are the most unforgettable time in my immortal cultivation career. I will definitely remember this friendship. If the tribe is in trouble in the future, I will definitely help with all my strength."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Jiang Qiong came to an open area outside the tribe.

He took a deep breath and summoned his magic sword.

The immortal sword was unsheathed, shining with light, and mysterious runes flowed on the sword body, buzzing, as if it was also excited for the journey that was about to begin.

Jiang Qiong leaped forward and landed steadily on the sword. He tapped his toes lightly and the magic sword slowly rose into the air.

He looked back and saw the people in the tribe waving goodbye to him. The waving arms and reluctant eyes were deeply engraved in his heart.

As the immortal sword continued to rise, the tribe below gradually became smaller and eventually became a small dot in the desert.

Jiang Qiong calmed himself, adjusted his direction, and flew towards the wider world of cultivation.

Along the way, mountains, rivers, forests and lakes flew past at high speed.

When flying over a vast forest, Jiang Qiong saw the spiritual energy in the forest and rare and exotic animals appearing from time to time. He couldn't help but feel moved. He wanted to stop and explore, but when he thought of his established goal, he suppressed the idea and continued to move forward.

During the flight, Jiang Qiong encountered a sudden spiritual rain.

The raindrops were crystal clear, sparkling with colorful light, and contained rich spiritual energy. Jiang Qiong simply put away the immortal sword, suspended in the air, and absorbed the spiritual power of the spiritual rain to his heart's content.

He practiced his skills, drawing spiritual energy into his body, nourishing his meridians and spiritual sea, and felt that his strength had improved slightly.

After the spiritual rain stopped, a gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky, spanning the sky, which was beautiful beyond words.

Jiang Qiong looked at the rainbow, her heart filled with emotion. Although the road to becoming an immortal was full of hardships, there were also such beautiful scenery everywhere.

After several days of flying, Jiang Qiong arrived at a prosperous town for cultivating immortals.

There are many monks coming and going in the town, and there are shops on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of magic weapons, elixirs, and spiritual materials.

Jiang Qiong strolled along the street, looking at everything around her curiously.

He walked into a magic weapon shop, which was filled with all kinds of magic weapons, including flying magic weapons that could fly into the sky and hide in the ground, shields and swords that could attack and defend, and some auxiliary magic weapons with unique functions.

Jiang Qiong picked up a small compass that was engraved with runes. He turned it gently, and it emitted a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

Upon seeing this, the shop owner stepped forward and introduced: "Sir, you have good taste. This is our shop's treasure. It can sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy and the aura of magic weapons within a radius of 100 miles. It is very useful when you are hunting for treasures."

Jiang Qiong's heart moved, and after thinking for a moment, he used the spiritual crystals on his body to buy the compass.

After leaving the magic weapon shop, Jiang Qiong came to the medicine shop.

The medicine shop was filled with a rich medicinal aroma. Various kinds of medicine were placed in the rows of medicine cabinets, including spirit gathering pills for improving cultivation, rejuvenation pills for healing wounds and relieving pain, and body strengthening pills for strengthening the physical body.

Jiang Qiong selected some elixirs suitable for his own practice, in case of emergency.

As night falls, the town lights up brilliantly and the night market is bustling. Jiang Qiong shuttles among the crowd, feeling the prosperity and vitality of the world of immortal cultivation.

The night fell like a huge black silk, gently covering this immortal cultivation town.

The town was brightly lit, with colorful halos flickering and illuminating the streets as bright as day.

The night market was bustling with people jostling each other. Cultivators dressed in various costumes, some in flowing robes, some in neat tights, were walking among them.

The street stalls are lined up next to each other, filled with a dazzling array of spiritual objects. Each item emits a unique glow, reflecting the surrounding halos, like a bizarre and fantastical ocean.

The constant hawking and bargaining sounds, as well as the occasional resonance of spiritual objects, interweave into a mundane urban melody that echoes in the night sky.

Jiang Qiong was immersed in this lively atmosphere, leisurely moving among the crowd.

He was wearing a simple black robe, the corners of which fluttered gently with his steps. Around his waist hung an ancient jade pendant, which was a farewell gift given to him by Hake when he was in the tribe, and it carried a deep friendship.

Jiang Qiong looked around with great interest, enjoying the prosperity and vitality unique to the world of immortal cultivation, with a look of curiosity and exploration in her eyes. Suddenly, a commotion suddenly came from the end of the street, breaking the original lively rhythm.

Jiang Qiong looked up subconsciously, and saw a group of patrolling monks in uniform dark blue clothes chasing in the same direction with anxious looks.

The clothes they wore were embroidered with silver runes that shimmered in the light; that was the emblem of the town patrol.

They held weapons in their hands, walked hurriedly, and their expressions showed a bit of anger and anxiety.

In front of them, a figure was dashing left and right in the crowd, as agile as a fish in water.

This man had a sturdy figure and astonishingly agile movements. Every time he turned and jumped, he was able to avoid being captured by the patrolling monks.

Not only that, he would turn around from time to time and grin provocatively at the pursuers. There was a sense of unruliness and cunning in that smile, and it was obvious that he was deliberately teasing the patrolling monks.

Jiang Qiong was curious and fixed his eyes on the thief. The thief was about 20 years old, slender and light, like an agile cheetah.

A black suit fits his body tightly. The fabric looks ordinary, but it actually holds a secret. It is embroidered with dark red silk patterns. Under the light, the patterns look alive, flashing with an eerie luster, as if telling of some mysterious power.

He wore a black hat with the black gauze hanging from the edge fluttering in the wind, covering most of his face. Only his narrow and sharp eyes could be seen.

At this moment, his eyes sparkled with a lively light, revealing cunning and unruly, as if everything in the world was within his calculations.

He had a peculiarly shaped necklace hanging around his neck. The pendant was a crystal that emitted a faint blue light. The crystal was irregular in shape, and there seemed to be stars twinkling inside. It swayed gently with his movements, and faint fluctuations of spiritual power were transmitted, as if it was emitting a unique signal.

He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. The gloves were made of tough material and had tiny silver metal pieces inlaid on the edges. These metal pieces reflected a cold light under the light, which made people wonder if these gloves might have special defensive or offensive functions.

He had a wide black belt around his waist, with all kinds of small pockets and hooks hanging on it. The pockets were bulging, probably filled with all kinds of tools for committing crimes, and the hooks were flashing with cold light. When he was fleeing, they would occasionally hook onto objects on the street, helping him to change direction quickly.

The patrolling monks were obviously enraged by the thief's wanton provocation. Their faces turned red, veins bulged on their foreheads, and they quickened their pace to catch up.

However, the thief's escape method was really superb. He was like a cunning fox, sometimes using the street stalls as a cover and flexibly moving between them. The items on the stalls were knocked over by him, and the stall owners exclaimed one after another;
Sometimes he would display strange body skills, his body would change direction in an instant like a phantom, at such a fast speed that it was dizzying, causing the patrolling monks to miss repeatedly and stamp their feet in anger.

Jiang Qiong thought to himself that if such behavior was not stopped, the order of the town would be disrupted.

Thinking of this, he decided to help. Jiang Qiong reached into his bosom and took out a long-drawn imprisonment talisman.

This talisman is made of specially made spiritual paper. The paper has a tough texture, emits a faint fragrance, and is painted with intricate golden runes.

The rune lines are smooth and agile, and each stroke contains Jiang Qiong's spiritual power and hard work, emitting a faint golden light, as if each rune is whispering a mysterious spell and contains powerful power.

He muttered something, quickly formed seals with his hands, and his ten fingers flexibly changed into various gestures, while streams of spiritual power were injected into the talisman from his fingertips.

The talisman shone brightly, and the originally faint golden light became dazzling. Jiang Qiong swung his hand violently, and the talisman was like a golden lightning, tearing through the air and rushing towards the thief. The speed was so fast that it brought about a sharp whistling sound.

The thief sensed the attack from behind, and his eyes suddenly became stern, as if he were a wild beast sensing danger.

He quickly dodged to the side, his body like a black shadow, nimbly avoiding the talisman's initial attack.

However, the talisman seemed to have a spirit, drawing a graceful arc in the air and still chasing in his direction.

Seeing this, the thief snorted coldly and pulled out a long black whip from his waist.

The long whip is pitch black, like the darkest corner of the night sky. The tip of the whip is inlaid with sharp barbs, which flash coldly in the night sky, as if ready to tear everything apart at any time.

He swung the whip hard, and the tip of the whip lashed towards the talisman as swiftly as a poisonous snake, and a "hissing" sound was heard in the air.

With a loud "bang", the long whip and the talisman collided in the air, bursting into dazzling light, like fireworks blooming.

In the light, the golden runes of the talisman and the black aura of the whip intertwined with each other, and for a moment the two were in a stalemate.

Powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out in all directions with the collision point as the center. The people around screamed and retreated, and the spiritual objects on the stalls were also affected, making waves of resonance.

Jiang Qiong took this opportunity, let out a low shout, and performed the "Wind Binding Technique" in his spiritual arts.

The air around me suddenly began to flow, and the originally calm airflow became violent, forming wind blades that were visible to the naked eye.

The wind blade was transparent, with a faint green light flashing on the edge, and it swept towards the thief with a whistling sound.

The thief's expression changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect Jiang Qiong to have this trick. He didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly used his body skills to flexibly jump and dodge in the gaps between the wind blades.

His figure was like a dancing black butterfly, and he skillfully avoided the attacks of the wind blades. However, there were so many wind blades and they were extremely fast, so it was quite difficult for him to dodge them, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing that the Wind Binding Technique failed to trap the thief, Jiang Qiong felt a little nervous and immediately cast the "Immobilization Spell". An invisible spiritual power wave spread towards the thief like a water wave.

The thief felt his body stiffen and his movements slowed down instantly, as if he was stuck in a thick quagmire.

But he had extraordinary means after all. The moment the spell took effect, he quickly circulated his spiritual power and tried to break free from the spell.

His body was trembling slightly, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more dense, sliding down his cheeks. It was obvious that it took a lot of effort to break free from the immobilization spell.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with unwillingness, and quickly formed seals with his hands, trying to use his own spiritual power to fight against the power of the immobilization spell.

At this time, the patrolling monks took the opportunity to catch up. They surrounded the thieves, weapons in their hands were drawn, flashing cold light, ready for battle.

The thief was trapped in the encirclement, but he remained calm and not at all panicked.

He glanced coldly at the people around him, his eyes full of disdain, as if he didn't care about anything in front of him.

He raised his head slightly, a mocking smile on his lips, as if he was mocking everyone's ignorance of their own abilities. (End of this chapter)