Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the patrolling monks. He stared at the thief with a serious look and said, "You have nowhere to escape, so you'd better surrender."

Hearing this, the thief raised his lips to an even more mocking smile: "Just you? It's too early to catch me."

After saying this, he suddenly exerted force, and the spiritual power in his body burst out instantly. The powerful spiritual power fluctuations were like surging waves, which shocked the patrolling monks around him and made them take a few steps back.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. The air around him began to fluctuate violently, and the sand and stones on the originally calm ground began to fly, forming a small sandstorm.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong immediately realized that the thief was about to cast a powerful spell. He did not dare to slack off and quickly exchanged glances with the patrolling monks.

Everyone cooperated tacitly and cast their own spells to try to suppress the thief.

For a moment, various magical lights intertwined, and the entire street was illuminated as bright as day.

Some patrolling monks cast lightning spells, and blue lightning flashed and struck the thieves;

Some cast earth magic, and earth walls rose from the ground in an attempt to trap the thieves.

The spell cast by the thief was so powerful that it formed a strong spiritual storm, sweeping the surrounding stalls and debris into it, creating a mess.

The spiritual objects on the stalls were blown all over the place by the storm, and the stall owners cried out in pain.

But Jiang Qiong and the patrolling monks did not retreat. With their firm belief and tacit cooperation, they gradually stabilized the situation.

Jiang Qiong used the spiritual power he obtained in the secret realm, and a ball of blazing fire condensed in his hand.

The fireball was dark red in color, with raging flames burning on the surface. There seemed to be runes flashing in the flames, and with rolling heat waves, it instantly ignited the surrounding air, making a sizzling sound.

Jiang Qiong threw the fireball towards the thief with force. The fireball drew an arc in the air, like a burning meteor, instantly enveloping the thief.

The thief roared in the fireball, and he used all his spiritual power to try to resist the attack of the fireball.

The black suit on his body suddenly burst into flames, but he showed no signs of injury.

It turned out that the clothes on his body were not ordinary cloth, but a spiritual object with powerful defensive capabilities.

As the flames burned, a layer of faint black light appeared on the surface of this spiritual object, blocking the flames out.

While the thieves were resisting the fireball, the patrolling monks launched their attacks.

Some monks cast ice spells, and ice cones shot towards the thieves. The ice cones were crystal clear and flashed with cold light; some monks waved their weapons and tried to attack at close range.

The thief gradually fell into trouble under the attack of everyone. Although he was agile, it was difficult for him to completely avoid such intensive attacks.

Finally, an ice spike hit his leg, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

His legs were instantly covered with frost, and his movements became even slower.

Jiang Qiong seized this opportunity and took out another talisman. This talisman was a special talisman that he made to trap the spirit, and its power was even stronger than the previous one.

There are more complex runes drawn on the talisman, and the runes emit a soft golden light, as if telling an ancient sealing spell.

He injected his spiritual power into the talisman, which instantly transformed into a golden light, tightly binding the thief.

The thief struggled hard, but the power of the soul-trapping talisman was too strong and he couldn't break free at all.

His body was wrapped in golden light, as if he was tightly entangled by a golden dragon and could not move.

Upon seeing this, the patrolling monks immediately rushed forward and tied up the thief with special ropes.

After the thief was subdued, he still stared at everyone viciously, cursing constantly, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Qiong walked forward, took off the thief's hat, revealing his young and handsome face.

At this moment, his face was full of unwillingness and anger, and his originally handsome face looked a little hideous due to the distortion of emotions.

The patrolling monks were extremely grateful to Jiang Qiong. The leading monk stepped forward and bowed to Jiang Qiong, saying sincerely, "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. If it weren't for you, it would have been difficult for us to catch this cunning thief."

Jiang Qiong smiled and returned the greeting, saying modestly, "It's just a small favor. Maintaining order in the town is the responsibility of us cultivators."

Then the patrolling monks took the thieves away.

Jiang Qiong looked at their receding backs, feeling filled with emotion.

In this prosperous town of cultivating immortals, there is both a beautiful side and various hidden dangers and conflicts.

He knew very well that his path to becoming an immortal was still very long and that he needed to constantly improve his strength in order to gain a foothold in this complex world and protect the people he wanted to protect.

Jiang Qiong sorted out his thoughts and immersed himself in the bustling night market again. He continued to stroll through the town.

At this time, the night was deep, and the hustle and bustle gradually receded like the tide. Street stalls closed one after another, and vendors carried their goods and dispersed in groups of two or three, leaving only empty streets.

Only a few inns with lanterns hanging high still emit warm yellow light. In the cool night breeze, they are like warm isolated islands.

Jiang Qiong walked to an inn called "Yunlai Ju", looked up, and was moved by the scenery before her.

The inn has carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and brackets, and it seems like a building that has stepped out of an ancient scroll.

The gilded plaque on the door lintel shines in the hazy moonlight. The three big characters "Yunlai Ju" are written in vigorous and powerful strokes, and every stroke seems to contain the story of the years.

The couplets on both sides read "Traveling around the world, guests from all over the world gather together", with elegant and lively characters, shining softly under the moonlight, as if whispering a warm welcome to the guests.

On both sides of the inn's gate, there is a stone lion. Although they have experienced wind and rain, they are still majestic, like loyal guards, guarding this world day and night.

He raised his hand and pushed open the vermilion lacquered door. An elegant scent of sandalwood instantly wafted into his face, penetrating into his nostrils, refreshing his heart and soul, as if it could quietly dispel the day's fatigue.

The lobby of the inn is spacious and bright. The bluestone slabs on the floor have been polished to a shine. The texture of each slab is clearly visible, reflecting the soft light in the lobby.

In the center of the lobby, there is a huge ebony table, on which a set of exquisite tea sets attracts attention.

The teapot is a Yixing purple clay teapot, with smooth lines, simple and elegant, emitting curling hot steam and overflowing with tea fragrance, as if inviting guests to taste it. On the walls around, there are several ink landscape paintings, with towering mountains, gurgling water, and clouds and mists lingering in the paintings, which seem real and illusory, making people feel as if they have stepped into a misty fairyland.

In the corner, there is an exquisite bookshelf filled with all kinds of books, including secret manuals and classics that cultivators dream of, as well as miscellaneous talks and unofficial histories that record strange stories and anecdotes in the world, adding a bookish atmosphere to the lobby.

Behind the counter sat an old man.

The old man was about sixty years old, slightly plump, and exuded a calm and gentle temperament.

He was wearing a grey gown with delicate dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. The stitching was so exquisite that it was difficult to notice the exquisiteness without careful observation.

In her hand she holds a folding fan, on which is painted a picture of plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow. The red plum blossoms look even more beautiful against the white snow.

The four characters "An Xiang Shu Ying" are inscribed on the side, with clear and elegant handwriting, which complements the picture.

When the old man saw Jiang Qiong coming in, he immediately stood up, with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Sir, do you want to stay overnight? The inn still has a few private rooms, which are clean and tidy, and have complete facilities."

Jiang Qiong nodded and said, "That's right."

After that, he reached out and took out the purse from his waist and placed it on the counter. The purse was carefully sewn from deerskin, with the unique totem of the tribe embroidered on it. The stitches were fine, and every stitch was full of the culture and emotion of the tribe.

There were also a few tiny spirit crystals inlaid on the edge, which emitted a faint light and flickered under the lights in the lobby.

The old man glanced at the purse, a hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled, pushed the purse back, and said softly: "Sir, you have misunderstood. Our shop only accepts cash, not spirit crystals."

Jiang Qiong suddenly remembered that the currency system in the world of immortal cultivation was very different from that in the tribe. He couldn't help but laugh and apologized, "I was negligent. I wonder if the shopkeeper can be flexible and convert my spirit crystals into silver?"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked Jiang Qiong up and down, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to his amiable smile and said, "Since you don't have silver, I will pay you with spirit crystals. How many days will you stay?"

Jiang Qiong thought for a moment and said, "Stay here for three days first." The old man nodded and took out a yellowed account book from under the counter. The paper of the account book was a little old and exuded a faint scent of ink.

He picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote down Jiang Qiong's name and the number of days she would stay. His handwriting was neat and beautiful, and every stroke revealed the charm of time.

Then, the old man handed over a copper key. On the key handle was carved a lifelike crane with its wings spread, ready to fly, as if it would soar into the sky in the next second.

The old man said, "Your room is the third room on the east side of the second floor. It is called 'Tingsong Pavilion'. Please follow me."

Jiang Qiong followed the old man up the stairs. The stairs were made of solid iron and wood. Every step made a steady sound that echoed in the quiet inn.

When they arrived at "Tingsong Pavilion", the old man opened the door with the key and Jiang Qiong walked in.

The private room is decorated very elegantly, with a large carved bed against the wall. The bed is made of fine mahogany and has intricate carvings. The edge of the bed is carved with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, which have beautiful meanings.

The bed was covered with brocade bedding, which was colorful and soft, as if one could fall into a gentle dream as soon as they lay down on it.

There are two blue and white porcelain pillows on the bedside, with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on the pillows. The stitches are delicate and the mandarin ducks are lifelike, as if they are playing intimately in the water.

There was a mahogany desk and two rosewood chairs in front of the window. The desk was smooth and radiant with a soft sheen. On the desk was a celadon table lamp, emitting a warm and soft light that illuminated the entire room.

In the corner, there is a nanmu wardrobe with exquisite landscape and figure patterns carved on the door. Among the landscape, figures are either strolling or talking, with different expressions, just like a vivid painting.

When you open the window, there is a gentle breeze blowing in, mixed with the sound of pine waves in the distance. The intermittent sounds are like a beautiful piece of music played by nature, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.

After Jiang Qiong finished washing up, she sat at the table, took out the compass she bought from the magic weapon shop, and prepared to study it carefully.

The compass is round, with a diameter of about three inches. The edge is engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, with clear and simple handwriting.

In the middle is inlaid a piece of crystal clear crystal, the crystal is pure and flawless, just like a clear spring.

Jiang Qiong injected a trace of spiritual power, and the crystal instantly lit up, emitting a soft light. The needle on the compass began to turn slowly, and finally pointed steadily to the northeast.

Jiang Qiong's heart moved, and he thought to himself: "This compass is really magical. It can actually sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy."

His curiosity was aroused, and he circulated his spiritual power to try to further stimulate the function of the compass.

The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches on the compass suddenly lit up, forming a small star map with twinkling stars. Each star emitted a unique light, as if telling the mysteries of the universe.

Just as Jiang Qiong was immersed in the study of the compass, a subtle strange sound suddenly came from outside the window.

Jiang Qiong raised her head alertly and saw a dark shadow flash past the window.

He stood up instantly, walked quickly to the window, pushed it open and looked out.

Under the moonlight, a figure in night clothes was fleeing into the distance along the eaves, his movements were as agile as a flash of black lightning.

Without giving it time to think, Jiang Qiong jumped out of the window and chased after the shadow.

The black shadow sensed that Jiang Qiong was chasing him, so he sped up and jumped between the eaves like the flying bird.

Jiang Qiong used his Qinggong skills, tapped the roof tiles with his toes, and followed closely. The two of them, one in front and one behind, started a thrilling chase on the roofs of the town.

The moonlight shone on the two of them, casting long shadows on the roof. After chasing for several streets, the shadow suddenly turned into an alley and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Jiang Qiong chased to the alley entrance, but the shadow was nowhere to be seen. He was full of doubts when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind, and he quickly dodged to the side.

A dagger grazed his shoulder, shining coldly in the moonlight, and the light reflected from the blade stung his eyes.

Jiang Qiong turned around and saw a masked man holding a dagger, staring at him viciously.

The masked man was wearing a black tights made of a special material that fit his body shape and made almost no sound when he moved.

There was a medicine bag hanging around his waist, with some strange symbols embroidered on it. No one knew what it was used for.

Hatred flickered in the masked man's eyes, like a burning flame.

Jiang Qiong recognized at a glance that this man was the accomplice of the thief he had subdued during the day.

Seeing that his first strike missed, the masked man rushed forward again, stabbing at Jiang Qiong with his dagger like raindrops. Every time he stabbed, there was a sharp sound of wind. It was obvious that he was an expert in using a knife. (End of this chapter)