Two Worlds: I Became an Immortal

Chapter 86: Mountain Ghost Yun Ling
"You seek immortals, and I seek immortals too."

On the official road, Song Yunyuan walked towards Yong'an Mountain. Thinking about the words he had heard by the river before, he felt a slight headache.

If the other party was An Jiangxue, this matter would be easy to deal with.

It's just a matter of getting some medicine and it should be able to cure the patient.

But the other party is a Dragon King, and what is being lost is his lifespan. How can Song Yunyuan find medicine for him?

I guess only elixir can do the trick.

"but."

Song Yunyuan thought of the words he heard that night and couldn't help but look down at the broken sword in his hand.

From what the other party said, it seemed that the sword he left behind had killed the wild boar monster in the mountains?

To be honest, Song Yunyuan could vaguely feel at that time that the sword had indeed become much more extraordinary after a trace of energy was injected into it. Now it seemed that it could kill a wild boar monster, which was indeed quite good.

Song Yunyuan naturally knew about the wild boar spirit in the mountains. He had vaguely sensed it at the time. The wild boar was too huge, and its aura was a little off.

Although the wild boar demon's cultivation level should not be very high, the fact that it was killed by this sword does prove how powerful this energy is.

How about trying to inject this energy into this broken sword?
Song Yunyuan looked down at the broken sword in his hand. Up to now, he was still not quite sure what the broken sword was like, but Song Yunyuan thought that maybe he could give it a try.

Anyway, this energy seemed to come quite easily and effortlessly.

Thinking of this, Song Yunyuan immediately pulled out the broken sword in his hand. There was still a piece missing from the rusty iron sword. Song Yunyuan moved his mind and a trace of his energy was poured into the broken sword.

Then, a light flashed on the broken sword, and then disappeared. The broken sword looked no different from before.

Song Yunyuan was slightly startled when he saw this.

If he remembered correctly, when he was forging the sword, he felt that the sword had become different in an instant.

But now, except for the initial reaction, the sword has no other reaction.

"Could it be that that little bit of energy is not enough?"

"Or is this broken sword completely useless?"

Song Yunyuan looked at the broken sword in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what was going on with the broken sword.

Song Yunyuan, who had been thinking for a long time without any clue, simply stopped thinking about it and took out the map to look at it.

"If we go another ten miles, we will probably reach Yong'an Mountain. If there really are mountain ghosts in this mountain, maybe they can know something about cultivating immortals."

Song Yunyuan took a look at the map, then strode towards Yong'an Mountain.

Although the person in the strange story he read before did not see the so-called mountain ghost, Song Yunyuan still decided to try his luck.

When Song Yunyuan took some time to arrive at the foot of Yong'an Mountain, he saw the path leading up the mountain at a glance.

Yong'an Mountain is surrounded by dense forests, and the mountain is even more lush and green. When you set foot on the path up the mountain, the shade of the trees blocks out the sunlight, and there is a constant rustling sound all around.

Song Yunyuan walked along the path all the way up the mountain. According to what he had learned before, after reaching the top of the mountain, he would be able to see a temple where the stone body of the mountain ghost was enshrined.

Today is not a festival for worshiping mountain ghosts. We did meet a few woodcutters and hunters who went into the mountains to hunt or chop wood, but there were no other idle people.

After a while, Song Yunyuan finally arrived at the top of Yong'an Mountain. Although it was not a sacrificial festival, Song Yunyuan still saw some scattered incense in front of him. After walking around the small temple, he did not see anything special.

However, from this position, you can see several villages below from afar.

There is no regular pattern in the distance between these villages, but if you look closely you can feel that these villages seem to be built against the mountain. From a distance they look a bit like they are guarding Yong'an Mountain.

Or in other words, when you look down from the top of Yong'an Mountain, you feel that everything you see is under protection.

In this case, the location of this small temple is quite good.

After looking around Yong'an Mountain, Song Yunyuan went into the small temple and looked around.

There is a stone statue enshrined in the small temple. The statue has a graceful figure and a fairy bun on her head, but her face cannot be seen clearly as it is covered by a veil.

As the breeze blew, the veil moved slightly, but her true shape could never be seen.

Song Yunyuan didn't see anything unusual around him, so he could only leave the small temple and head towards the mountains.

I heard that mountain ghosts like mountains and water, so maybe we can look for them more in the mountains and forests.

Song Yunyuan walked towards the forest. Along the way, he could hear the calls of various birds and the cries of some monkeys in the depths. Just listening to them, Song Yunyuan felt a lot more relaxed.

Along the way, Song Yunyuan kept his eyes closely fixed on his surroundings, trying to find any trace of the mountain ghost. When he was hungry, he would just eat some of the dry food he brought with him, and when he was thirsty, he would drink some mountain spring water.

"You come to me to ask about the way of cultivation?"

Deep in the Yong'an Mountain, an old man was bending over and speaking something respectfully to a woman standing at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, the woman at the foot of the mountain lowered her head slightly, and looked at the old man in front of her with her brows furrowed, looking a little helpless.

The old man's face was bitter when he heard this. "Madam Yun, I was originally a spirit from clouds and mist, and you are a spirit in the mountains. Your cultivation method is much better than mine. It is not easy for me to become a spirit, and it is even more difficult to obtain the cultivation method now. I only ask for your guidance."

The mountain ghost couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. "I know it's not easy for you to become a spirit, but it's not easy for my mountain ghost clan to practice. I've been practicing with many setbacks and finally failed to achieve the great way. How can I guide you?"

"You must know that there are only a few of our mountain ghost clan left now."

Yun Ling did not lie to the other party. There were indeed not many of their mountain ghost clan left at this moment.

Although he is a mountain spirit, his lifespan is not infinite. If he fails to improve his cultivation, his fate is to vanish into thin air.

If she was asked to give guidance to the old man in front of her, what could she do? If possible, she would like someone to give her some guidance.

The old man was stunned when he heard this. Seeing that Lady Yun in front of him was very sincere in her words, it seemed that she really had no ability to guide him. This made the old man feel a little depressed for a moment.

Is the path of cultivation really that difficult?
It has been some time since he became a spirit, but he has never been able to reach the threshold of cultivation. Looking at the spirit in the mountain today, it seems that the other party does not have such ability.

If I really need someone to give me some advice, perhaps the only one who can help me is the master I met before.

"Forget it. There is still some spiritual energy in Yong'an Mountain. If you don't mind, you can practice here."

Yun Ling couldn't help but sigh when she saw the old man like this.

By now, the spiritual energy in Yong'an Mountain has been almost exhausted, and she probably won't be able to practice for much longer. One more or one less person won't really matter.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and bowed his head in thanks.

(End of this chapter)