Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 24: Visit the ancestor again and get the secret treasure, ready to go to the forbidden area

A few days before his journey to the Blood Forbidden Land was about to begin, Lin Fan received another summons from Chen Family Patriarch Chen Minghui. With a touch of trepidation, he once again entered the familiar hall. He saw Chen Minghui sitting steadily on a carved chair, his gaze as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything, fixed directly on Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan, your strength has improved significantly in the past six months. It seems that your previous hard training has not been in vain." Chen Minghui spoke slowly, with some certainty in his tone.

Lin Fan hurriedly bowed respectfully and responded: "Thank you for the praise, Old Ancestor. I was able to successfully break through to the thirteenth level of Qi training, all thanks to the elixirs you gave me before." Although he had some doubts about those elixirs in his heart, at this moment, he could only go along with what the Old Ancestor said.

Chen Minghui nodded slightly and continued, "There are only a few days left before the Blood Forbidden Land opens. You must be very careful when entering the forbidden land.

"This is a rough map of the forbidden area. While it's not completely detailed, it can provide you with some reference." With a gentle wave of his hand, a faintly glowing map floated slowly in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan quickly reached out and took it steadily, his eyes scanning the map eagerly. He saw some dangerous areas marked on the map, as well as locations where rare spiritual herbs might be found. Although the information was limited, to Lin Fan, it was already extremely valuable data.

"Also, this is a communication jade slip. After you and other members of the Chen family enter the central area of ​​the forbidden area, you can contact them. There is a place where spiritual medicines are concentrated, and we need your concerted efforts to complete it." Chen Minghui took out another jade slip and handed it over.

Lin Fan solemnly took the jade slip with both hands and said gratefully, "Thank you, Old Ancestor. With these, I won't be completely blinded in the forbidden area."

Chen Minghui stared at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with eager anticipation. "I hope you can successfully complete your mission, Lin Fan. I have high hopes for you."

Lin Fan saluted again, his attitude firm: "Lin Fan will definitely give it his all and will never let down the ancestor's expectations."

After exiting the main hall, Lin Fan returned directly to his residence, carefully storing the map and communication jade slips. He knew he was about to enter a world filled with unknowns and dangers. However, with six months of diligent training and careful preparation, he firmly believed he could survive the Blood Forbidden Land and complete the mission entrusted to him by the Chen family ancestor.

In the world of immortal cultivation, danger and opportunity go hand in hand. As a time traveler, Lin Fan understood this all too well. He saw this journey to the forbidden land as perhaps a golden opportunity. Within the forbidden land lay numerous rare and precious medicinal herbs long extinct in the outside world. Collecting even a single one would normally be incredibly difficult. For Lin Fan, this was undoubtedly a medicinal herb-hunting expedition not to be missed.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Fan was concentrating on consolidating his newly achieved Qi Training Level 13 at his residence. Suddenly, a sound transmission note, imbued with spiritual energy, flew in like a meteor and landed steadily in front of him.

Lin Fan quickly raised his hand to catch it, and injected spiritual power into it. The serious and rigid voice of a Foundation Establishment stage elder of the Chen family came from the sound transmission note: "Lin Fan, three days later, gather in the meeting hall at noon and prepare to go to the Blood Forbidden Land. Don't miss the time, otherwise you will bear the consequences." The voice was full of unquestionable majesty.

Lin Fan's heart trembled upon hearing this, realizing that his journey to the Blood Forbidden Land was truly about to begin. He took a deep breath, suppressing the complex mix of nervousness and anticipation within him, and began to carefully inventory the various items he had prepared.

He first opened the storage bag filled with talismans and carefully checked each one to ensure that they were intact and full of spiritual power. After all, these talismans were important for saving his life at a critical moment.

During these three days, Lin Fan didn't slack off at all. Every day, he spent a significant amount of time consolidating his Qi training at the thirteenth level, focusing on the circulation of spiritual energy within his body. As the spiritual energy flowed more smoothly through his meridians, his aura became increasingly steady, as if he had achieved a deeper resonance with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Finally, the appointed day arrived. Lin Fan rose early, packed up, and quickly headed towards the meeting hall. Along the way, he saw many cultivators who had also received the notice, all with varying expressions.

Some of them were filled with excitement, their eyes flashing with a strong desire for the opportunities in the blood-colored forbidden land, as if they had already seen countless magic weapons and rare spiritual objects waving to them.

Some had solemn expressions, clearly well aware of the dangers of the forbidden area. Their hearts sank with trepidation, their steps unconsciously growing heavier. Lin Fan gathered his thoughts and quickened his pace. Soon, the magnificent meeting hall appeared before him.

Lin Fan entered the meeting hall and saw that it was already crowded with people. Almost all of the twenty-five people who were participating in the Blood Forbidden Land trip had arrived.

Some people gathered in groups of two or three, whispering about their preparations and various speculations about the forbidden area; some stood alone, silently sorting out the items they brought with them, and repeatedly checking each magic weapon and talisman.

The entire hall was filled with a thick atmosphere of tension and anticipation, as if the air itself was thick with invisible pressure. Lin Fan understood that this Blood Forbidden Land was a mysterious and dangerous secret realm, home to many rare and precious medicinal herbs not found outside. Controlled by the seven major sects, it only opened once every five years, making it a truly rare and opportune place.

In order to maintain the balance in the forbidden area and ensure that the exploration proceeds in an orderly manner, the seven major sects set rules early on. Each sect can send 25 people to participate, and the number cannot be less, not more.

After all, although there are many opportunities in the forbidden area, the degree of danger is beyond imagination. If too many people participate, it may cause more chaos and fighting, and the situation will be difficult to control.

Lin Fan glanced around and realized he didn't recognize most of the participants. Of the disciples from Huangfeng Valley participating in the Blood Forbidden Land, nine were at the thirteenth level of Qi training. Most of them were in their forties or fifties, and it looked like they all wanted to make a desperate effort in the forbidden land while they still had energy.

Among the crowd, there were several elderly monks. Time had left deep marks on their faces, their hair was gray, and their backs were slightly hunched.

Yet, their sunken eyes revealed a unique sharpness and determination. They knew that this journey to the Bloody Forbidden Land might be their last chance to fight tooth and nail on their path to immortality. So, even though their bodies were no longer strong, they still carried a desperate determination.

On the other side, several young disciples, with fresh, innocent faces, were full of vigor and vitality. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity and longing, filled with endless fantasies about the mysterious forbidden land they were about to enter, as if it contained countless treasures, just waiting for them to discover.

Particularly eye-catching was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen. He was thin, yet stood undaunted amidst the crowd. His jet-black hair was casually tied up, a few strands falling around his fair face, highlighting his delicate features. His eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, shone with a lively intelligence. Amazingly, at such a young age, he had already reached the thirteenth level of Qi training.

Just as everyone was whispering among themselves or secretly tense, a figure steadily entered the hall from the side door. It was a middle-aged man dressed in dark brown elder's attire. His sleeves fluttered gently with his steps. The golden runes embroidered on his cuffs and collar shimmered in the candlelight, highlighting his extraordinary status.

The middle-aged man's steps were steady and powerful, each one carrying an undeniable aura. Under the gaze of the crowd, he slowly stepped onto the platform, his posture as straight as a pine tree. Then, with his head slightly raised and his gaze as sharp as a torch, he scanned the hall from the front left to the rear right.

His eyes were sharp and deep, like the brightest cold star in the night sky, piercing the atmosphere of tension and anticipation in the hall. As his gaze swept over the crowd, each person seemed to be scrutinized by an invisible force.

The young disciple standing in front was touched by this gaze. His face, which was originally slightly flushed with excitement, tightened instantly. He unconsciously put away the unnecessary expressions, straightened his back, and there was a bit more awe in his eyes.

Those Qi-cultivating monks who were a little older and thought themselves to be experienced could not help but tremble in their hearts when they met this gaze. The little thoughts they had been secretly planning were exposed under this sharp gaze. They subconsciously straightened their clothes and restrained their expressions.

Even the two people who were quietly communicating in the corner fell silent instantly when they felt the gaze coming over, and lowered their heads in panic, like children who had done something wrong.

This gaze, like a precise scalpel, dissects everyone's inner thoughts clearly, whether it is the impulse to try or the uneasy fear, all are seen clearly.

After ensuring his gaze had covered every corner and every person in the hall, the middle-aged man nodded slightly and prepared to begin his lecture. The hall, after this sweep of his gaze, was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After the hall quieted down, the middle-aged man spoke, "Everyone, this journey to the Blood Forbidden Land is filled with both danger and opportunity. You represent the face of our Yellow Maple Valley. Once you enter the forbidden land, you must support each other and refrain from killing each other. Your primary goal is to gain opportunity and return safely.

"In the forbidden area, always remember to act with caution and avoid reckless actions. Otherwise, you will lose your life and regret it too late." The elder's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the hall. Every word struck a chord with everyone, making them clearly understand the importance and danger of this mission.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded respectfully and responded in unison: "We will follow the elder's teachings!" The uniform voice echoed in the empty hall, revealing determination and firmness.

Although everyone is aware of the dangers that lie ahead, now that they are here, they are all prepared to go all out and venture into the bloody forbidden land to explore their own opportunities and fortunes.

(End of this chapter)