Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 108 Blood Forbidden Land: Harvest and Return

Fu Yunzi's face was filled with a warm smile, and he walked briskly, coming to Lin Fan in just three or two quick steps.

His tone was filled with warmth: "Fellow Daoist Lin Fan, I've long heard of your great name! I see that the leader of the team isn't Fellow Daoist Li Huayuan. What's going on?"

Lin Fan's expression was as calm as water, and the corners of his mouth curled up just the right amount. He responded politely and measuredly, "Fellow Daoist Li has been very busy with trivial matters lately, so I took the initiative to take on this task."

Fu Yunzi's eyes lit up instantly, his interest aroused, and he immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, since you're here, are you interested in a small bet with me? I'd like to add some fun to this boring trip."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan shook his head decisively, his attitude as firm as a rock: "I'm really sorry, but I really have no interest in gambling."

Fu Yunzi was open-minded and not at all discouraged. He laughed heartily and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "Okay, no pressure, no pressure."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the others. It was obvious from his posture that he was determined to find someone who was willing to gamble with him. He completely ignored the fact that in the eyes of others, his behavior was no different from inciting others to gamble.

Time flows slowly and silently like a gurgling stream.

Before I knew it, three days had passed.

At the entrance to the Bloody Forbidden Land, people began to appear one after another. Figures filed out from the mysterious and deep passage.

Lin Fan stood aside, his eyes full of anxiety, searching the crowd like a searchlight, hoping to catch the figure of his apprentice as soon as possible.

His eyes were fixed on the entrance, never moving away for a moment.

Every time someone came out, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then slowly let go in disappointment.

In this way, Lin Fan endured this long and difficult time in extremely anxious waiting.

Until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire world into an intoxicating orange-red, a familiar figure finally arrived.

Lin Fan's beautiful disciple Qin Xian'er showed up, her face full of fatigue, her hair was messy like silk threads blown by the wind, and her clothes were stained with a little dust. It was not difficult to see that she must have experienced a difficult and arduous battle in the forbidden area.

As soon as Qin Xian'er appeared, her eyes were like those of a nimble bird, quickly and accurately casting a meaningful look at Lin Fan.

There was an indescribable tacit understanding hidden in those eyes, and the message conveyed was like a unique secret code between the master and the disciple, and others could not see the deep meaning at all.

Seeing this, Lin Fan nodded slightly, his movements gentle, fearing to disturb the tacit understanding.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense string in his chest relaxed instantly.

Not long after, there was a faint commotion in the passage, and the sound became clearer and clearer as it got closer.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Nangong Wan, the leader of Yanyue Sect, walking out.

She has a graceful figure and walks lightly, with each step having a unique charm.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, softly resting on her shoulders. A few strands of hair playfully fell on her fair cheeks, making her skin look even whiter than snow.

Behind her, the disciples lined up in an orderly manner, marched in unison, and followed closely.

Every young face was filled with respect and admiration for Nangong Wan, and the eyes looking at her were full of undisguised admiration and unquestioning conviction.

As soon as Nangong Wan appeared, she was like the bright moon rising suddenly in the night sky, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present and becoming the absolute focus.

Her stunning beauty is enough to make all other flowers pale in comparison. Anyone who sees her can't help but marvel that there is such a stunning beauty in the world.

There was a low murmur of exclamation and discussion among the crowd. It was really beyond everyone's expectation that so many disciples of the Yanyue Sect had come out alive this time.

Immediately afterwards, Han Li's figure also entered everyone's sight.

As always, he exuded a calm and reserved temperament, but this time he returned with a tired look on his face, which must have shown that he had gone through many twists and turns along the way.

At the last moment when the passage was about to close, Xiang Zhili pretended to be in a funny and miserable state, and "rolled" out of the passage by crawling and rolling.

His hair was as disheveled as dead grass, his clothes were as tattered as torn rags, and there were streaks of black ash on his face. He looked completely different from the majestic image of a great monk who had usually reached the state of incarnation, forming a sharp contrast.

Everyone at the scene was stunned for a moment, as if under a spell, before erupting into deafening laughter. They pointed at Xiang Zhili, laughing so hard they were collapsing. The tense and oppressive atmosphere was instantly shattered by this sudden scene, dissipating without a trace.

Xiang Zhili was not angry. He stood up slowly, dusted off the dust on his body, and had a mysterious smile on his face, as if he was telling about the unknown thrilling and interesting things in the forbidden area.

The laughter of the crowd still echoed over the loess slope, but was soon interrupted by Fu Yunzi's hoarse shout: "Alright, alright, everyone, be quiet! Next, we will begin to count the spiritual medicines obtained from the Blood Forbidden Land. Everyone line up in order and don't disrupt the order!"

Following this order, the scene suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere suddenly became serious and tense, as if an invisible pressure was enveloping everyone.

Disciples from various sects stepped forward one after another, carefully holding in their hands the elixir that they had found in the forbidden area after going through countless hardships. They looked as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The first one to come forward was a young disciple, looking as nervous as a frightened bird. With his hands trembling slightly, he handed over the elixir in his hand. The elixir was alone and looked particularly thin.

The sniffer mouse was gently placed on the ground by its owner. It sniffed around the elixir quickly with its little nose, and circled around it several times. After confirming that no one had hidden it, it ran back to its owner obediently.

Immediately afterwards, more disciples came forward one after another, some took out four or five plants, and some took out more than ten plants.

Every time, the sniffer rat completed the inspection diligently, and the air was filled with a mixture of tension and anticipation, making people hold their breath.

Finally, it was Han Li's turn.

He walked forward calmly and calmly, taking out the spiritual herbs one by one from the storage bag. His movements were orderly and he placed them neatly in front of everyone.

Everyone's gaze followed his movements closely, as if drawn to a magnet. When the last spiritual herb was placed, a burst of exclamations erupted from the crowd—more than twenty in total. Han Li's expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated this outcome. He stood quietly to the side, his expression indifferent, allowing the Spirit-Sniffing Rat to examine him.

Qin Xian'er walked forward in an orderly manner and took out ten spiritual herbs from her storage bag.

Her eyes were clear and firm, her posture was as straight as a pine tree, without the slightest trace of panic or uneasiness.

During her adventure in the Blood Forbidden Land, she always kept in mind the instructions of her master Lin Fan, and now she faces this inventory moment calmly.

The sniffer rat sniffed around her elixir again and again, but ultimately found no signs of hidden possession.

As the inventory work continued to progress, the atmosphere on the scene became more and more solemn. Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between each disciple who came forward and the pile of spiritual medicine that was getting higher and higher. They secretly guessed who would be the biggest winner of this spiritual medicine harvest, and they were all silently making their own calculations in their hearts.

After a busy and intense period, the inventory of elixirs finally came to an end.

As soon as the results were announced, there was a burst of discussion at the scene, like a boiling pot.

The Yanyue Sect had a fruitful harvest this time, having picked more than seventy spiritual herbs in total, firmly occupying the top spot and becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Those elixirs were neatly stacked in a specially made jade box. The rich aroma of the medicine wafted out, attracting everyone's attention. Their nostrils couldn't help but twitch slightly, wanting to smell the precious scent more.

Nangong Wan stood aside, her expression calm as water, but she could not hide the hint of pride that flashed in her eyes. It was the pride in the glory of the sect.

The disciples of the Yanyue Sect behind her all held their heads high, their faces filled with pride. They felt honored for their sect's outstanding performance. Their high-spirited appearance seemed as if they were announcing their victory to the whole world.

Looking at other sects, most of them harvested more than 30 spiritual herbs, which was an average result. Although not particularly outstanding, they had completed the task.

However, the situation in Yellow Maple Valley was somewhat special. Due to Han Li's outstanding performance, he brought back more than twenty precious spiritual herbs, bringing the total number of Yellow Maple Valley to over forty, making it stand out among all the sects, ranking second only to the Moon-Shattering Sect.

A pleased smile appeared on Lin Fan's face, and there was a bit more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Han Li, which was a recognition of the excellent performance of the younger generation.

Now that the spiritual medicines have been counted, the next step is distribution.

According to convention, these precious elixirs will be refined uniformly in the alchemy room shared by the seven major sects.

There is only one goal for refining - the Foundation Establishment Pill.

This is a treasure that countless Qi training disciples dream of. After taking it, there is a great chance of breaking through the realm, entering the foundation-building stage, and starting a new path of cultivation. It is a key step for practitioners to move to a higher level.

Lin Fan, along with Qin Xian'er and the disciples of Huangfeng Valley, set out on their journey home.

Along the way, Qin Xian'er was as excited as a happy little bird, chirping to her master about her adventures in the Blood Forbidden Land. Lin Fan listened patiently, giving a few comments and guidance from time to time. The scene was full of warmth and care between master and disciple.

Han Li followed at the end of the team, looking quietly into the distance, wondering what he was thinking about.
(End of this chapter)