After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 235 The Fog of Xiaozhushan

The white fog canopy created by using hundreds of paper fog curtains is ultimately not secure enough.

If someone were to wander into the mountains, dig up the paper mist curtain buried in the soil, and destroy it, the mist covering that area would disappear.

The safest approach would be to raise a paper mist curtain that can cover the entire Xiaozhushan Mountain and bury it in the courtyard of the spirit house.

But this is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

The next morning, after half a month, the spiritual energy tide came again.

A week ago, the spiritual energy within China had already been almost completely depleted by cultivators.

Last night, when Song Miaozhu looked at the sky above the ancient town in the distance, there was practically no spiritual energy left, but now, the spiritual energy has started to surge again.

Having learned from the previous experience, this time, the cultivators didn't need any reminders and quickly began to cultivate.

Practitioners from various countries strive to cultivate and compete for spiritual energy, hoping to attract more spiritual energy to their surroundings.

Although other countries changed their policies immediately after the last spiritual energy surge and began to open up channels for skill training, half a month is simply not enough time for a person to master a skill from scratch.

The value of skills and spiritual knowledge popularized in China is still rising, and the attraction of spiritual energy to the entire population through cultivation is higher than in any other country or region in the world.

Song Miaozhu also took this opportunity to make paper offerings. A large amount of spiritual energy gushed out of Xiaozhushan, along with the spiritual energy attracted by the Gathering Spirit Lucky Baby. The concentration of spiritual energy in Xiaozhushan rose sharply.

The Spiritual Energy Monitoring Station of the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Spiritual Investigation.

The monitor responsible for monitoring the spiritual energy within the Lingcheng Cloud Mist Mountain area looked at the mountains and forests on the monitoring screen and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with my third eye? Why is there no spiritual energy surging from Cloud Mist Mountain?"

The monitor next to him glanced over and said, "You're not mistaken, there's no spiritual energy surging here. Master Song may have moved again."

At that moment, another monitor exclaimed, "Look! The spiritual energy concentration on Xiaozhu Mountain in Yuanshan Ancient Town is abnormal; it's all turned into white mist!"

Others went over to take a look.

"That can't be right! Spiritual energy is colorful; no matter how concentrated it is, it won't turn white."

"Yes! To me, this doesn't look like spiritual energy; it looks more like real mist."

"Just have someone who doesn't have the third eye take a look and you'll know. Without the third eye, you can't see spiritual energy, but you can see mist."

……

"It really is fog!"

"But the whole of Lingcheng is sunny today, and there is no fog in the nearby ancient town of Yuanshan or Yunwu Mountain area. Why is there fog only in Xiaozhushan?"

“I think it’s not just in Xiaozhushan, but even just inside the barbed wire fence at the foot of Xiaozhushan.”

"This is so strange. Even if there's fog, you shouldn't be unable to see anything if you're close by, right? How come it seems like this white fog has turned the inside of the barbed wire fence completely white?"

"Let's investigate after the spiritual energy tide ends!"

"Yes, yes, the spiritual energy tide is still the most important."

……

This spiritual energy tide lasted for a full day.

The surge of spiritual energy ended the following morning.

As usual, Song Miaozhu first used the residual spiritual energy in the surrounding environment to cultivate and nurture her spiritual creatures.

In the entire ancient town of Yuanshan, no one else's cultivation level can compare to hers, and her attraction to spiritual energy is also the strongest when she cultivates.

The spiritual energy she attracted is still swirling within Xiaozhushan Mountain, and spiritual energy is also being drawn to it from outside.

In addition, the spiritual energy gathered by the Gathering Spirit Baby during this period was almost equivalent to the spiritual energy she would normally accumulate in three days of cultivation.

That's equivalent to saving her more than fifteen top-grade spirit stones.

The spiritual energy tide is indeed powerful. If it could be like this every day, she wouldn't need to spend spirit stones to cultivate.

Unfortunately, like real tides, spiritual energy tides have high and low tides, and after a surge of spiritual energy, there is a period of calm that can last for an unknown duration. Fortunately, spiritual energy tides occur more than once, and they generally last longer than the spiritual energy recovery phase.

The spiritual energy was too far away, so attracting it for cultivation and then absorbing it was too inefficient. While other cultivators were still working hard to absorb the remaining spiritual energy, Song Miaozhu started cultivating with top-grade spirit stones again.

Only a room full of spirit-gathering dolls were rapidly gathering residual spiritual energy from all over the world for her.

With the arrival of a period of calm, the practitioners finally had the time and energy to focus on other things.

The cultivators in Yuanshan Ancient Town first discovered that the spiritual energy in the town was denser than that in the city, and suspected that Song Miaozhu, the strongest cultivator in the town, had returned to the town when the spiritual energy tide came this time.

Looking towards Xiaozhushan.

The lush bamboo forest is gone, replaced by a mountain shrouded in white mist, where the spiritual energy is even stronger than in the town.

Although shrouded in thick fog, Xiaozhushan will not run away.

Everyone in town knew that it was Master Song Miaozhu's territory.

Anyone who attempts to cross the barbed wire fence will receive a trespassing notice from the court.

"Has Master Song gone back to the mountain?"

What's causing the fog on the mountain?

Many practitioners, out of curiosity, went to Xiaozhushan.

Inside the barbed wire fence, a thick white fog hung in the air, while outside, the sun shone brightly.

"This is too strange!"

"I understand! It's a spirit!"

"Anyway, if there's anything I can't figure out, it must be caused by a spirit."

"What kind of magical creature could create a white mist that would envelop the entire mountain!"

"How can the spiritual artifacts created by the world's most powerful cultivators be compared to the garbage we make?"

……

The Bureau of Spirits Investigation was also very curious.

Zhao Huoyan contacted her on Green Bubble, and she only replied with the word "spiritual object".

It would be best if they all thought the white mist had some special function, so that others wouldn't intrude out of curiosity.

Xiaozhushan is still vulnerable in terms of defense, only its concealment has improved a lot.

She only spoke a little more when Chen Yuanyuan saw the news online and asked her out of curiosity.

[Meow Bamboo: I've moved back to Little Bamboo Mountain. I'm using spirit objects to create fog to obscure the view, so no one can find where I live.]

[Round and Round: Awesome! Now even if someone wants to drop a bomb on you, they won't know where to hit it.]

Song Miaozhu did indeed have this consideration.

Her home was bombed last time. Although she was unharmed and did not lose any important property, she still kept the threat of technological weapons in mind.

From the perspective of people at the foot of the mountain, Xiaozhushan is all white, and even satellite cameras cannot capture the scene inside Xiaozhushan.

However, even in the spirit house, Song Miaozhu could still see the distant ancient town below through the gaps in the tree branches.

The sunlight shone on the bamboo forest on the mountain as usual.

The paper fog curtain only protects against outsiders' spying; it has no effect on one's own people.

The white mist obscured her view, and the haunted house hidden in the trees, visible only to her and those she permitted.

Only then did Song Miaozhu feel a sense of security living here.

That's far from enough. She will gradually enclose her living quarters like an iron barrel; the paper mist curtain is just the beginning.