I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 107 Back to the Mountain
"Am I dead?"

Zuo Dao's pupils constricted, the terror of life and death filling his heart, only to vanish in an instant.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if his body had been freed from the shackles of the spell, but he also felt inexplicably empty.

So he looked down in a daze, only to find that from his neck to his abdomen, half of his body had vanished without a trace, pierced and obliterated by that line of startling rainbow.

A fine head, along with a few severed limbs, fell from the sky.

Ying Chan had a thought, and used his magic to capture the remaining body, ensuring that it had no chance of survival, before he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He intended to ignite the fire and burn the unorthodox corpse.

However, upon further thought, he released his divine sense, scanning the mangled body back and forth before raising his hand and making a gesture.

Then, round white bone beads, black jade thumb rings, gold thread pouches, and other items flew out from his wrists, knuckles, and waist.

Ying Chan pointed it out one by one, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Previously, this unorthodox man said that Jiang Haiyue had been poisoned by his needle, and Ying Chan's original intention was to find an antidote from him.

Unfortunately, murdering and looting corpses and identifying magical artifacts were not his forte. After looking around, he could only tell that the small golden pouch was a storage artifact, but he still didn't know how to break the seal.

"That's all."

Ying Chan thought to himself, "We should find our senior brother first."

The commotion caused by his use of the Thunder Magic Spell was so great that Jiang Haiyue, if he were in the mountains, would have heard it easily, yet he has not shown himself to this day.

I don't know if it's because of vigilance, or because I've already lost consciousness?

Worried, Ying Chan swept away the unorthodox object with a flick of his sleeve and fled into the mountains.

However, the terrain in these mountains is indeed complex.

Previously, Ying Chan had seen that there were thousands of cliffs winding and towering cliffs. Upon entering, he discovered that there were deep caves that were interconnected horizontally and vertically. In a short period of time, it was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

Even with the spiritual guidance of the Qi-Seeking Incantation, he wandered around the mountains but still couldn't find any trace of Jiang Haiyue.

"How could this be so..."

Ying Chan walked through a long rock corridor and returned to the mountains. Suddenly, he noticed that the sky was hazy, and before he knew it, the sun was about to rise.

He was certain he had searched the mountains thoroughly, and fell into deep thought: "Could it be that Senior Brother Jiang has set up a protective barrier in some hidden place, which is why I missed him?"

Just as he was about to go back into the mountains to search more thoroughly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking up, one sees a streak of blue-white divine light traveling across the sky, leaving a long trail that splits the hazy sky in two.

When Ying Chan realized it, the blue-white divine light was still dozens of miles away, but in the blink of an eye, it had arrived here and flew down from the clouds.

With a sudden shift of light, a female Taoist priest carrying a magic sword appeared, her sharp gaze sweeping over Ying Chan.

Ying Chan suddenly felt a sense of being seen through.

However, the female Taoist priest's gaze softened slightly as she swept her eyes over him, and she said in a slow voice, "Ying Chan?"

He had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him, so he quickly cupped his hands and replied, "That's right."

The female Taoist priest nodded slightly: "I am Huang Chan from the Foreign Affairs Department. I have come to provide assistance after receiving the summons."

"I heard that you two encountered danger from unorthodox practices?"

"Greetings, Senior Sister." Ying Chan hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Jiang and I did indeed encounter a heretic, but with the help of Senior Brother Taixu's incantation, I have already eliminated that heretic..."

He briefly explained the current situation, and Huang Chan sighed upon hearing this.

"What nonsense."

She said, "Senior Brother Ji of the Taixu Palace dared to cast a spell on you, and you dare to come back and fight against that heretic?"

"You have indeed eliminated them this time, but if any unforeseen circumstances arise, how could you possibly handle them with your limited cultivation?"

These words were somewhat harsh, but they were not malicious at all.

Ying Chan listened silently, then cupped his hands and said, "I was just worried, afraid that my senior brother might be in danger..." "Never mind."

Huang Chan shook her head and said, "You should return to your Immortal Abode immediately."

Before Ying Chan could say anything more, Huang Chan waved her hand and said, "You are exhausted and injured. What are you doing here? Go away."

"I will find the person myself. If you are still worried, you can come to the Foreign Affairs Department to ask me tomorrow."

Upon reflection, this is indeed reasonable.

But before agreeing, he took out all the items from the unorthodox sect from his sleeve and said, "These are what I obtained from that unorthodox sect."

"Previously, he said that Senior Brother Jiang was poisoned by a needle, and perhaps there is a way to cure it."

Huang Chan was somewhat surprised and said, "No matter what kind of poison it is, as long as it is brought back to the sect, the natural methods can cure it..."

Ying Chan replied, "It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Hmm." Huang Chan hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand to gather the items: "Very well, I will return them to you when you come to the Foreign Affairs Department tomorrow."

"In that case, I'll trouble you, Senior Sister."

Ying Chan felt he had done his duty and did not linger. After bowing, he rode away on a fiery cloud.

Huang Chan shook her head and turned her gaze back to the mountains, her face showing deep thought.

……

When you're away from home, you have to keep your spirits up.

After passing through the altar again and returning to the Taixu Hall, Ying Chan felt a sudden surge of exhaustion.

Senior Brother Ji from Taixu Palace seemed to notice Ying Chan's exhaustion. He simply smiled and responded to Ying Chan's words of thanks before urging him to return to his immortal abode to rest.

Ying Chan had no choice but to agree.

Upon returning to Hanxu Dojo, he hurriedly entered the meditation room.

Before settling down, Ying Chan pondered briefly, then flicked his sleeve forward, causing a three-legged, double-eared cloud-patterned censer to fall to the ground.

This is the 'refining furnace' used to refine elixirs made from metals and minerals.

After setting up the furnace, he took out a three-stage golden pill and placed it inside, infusing it with a wisp of magical power. He then saw the furnace shimmer with light, followed by a thin mist that dissipated outwards.

Seeing this, Ying Chan sat cross-legged with his palms facing upwards and quickly entered a meditative state.

If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest and the exhalation of the alchemical furnace's elixir through his nostrils, he would truly resemble a stone statue.

Thus, the sun and moon revolve.

When Ying Chan opened his eyes again, his internal and external injuries had all healed, and his magical power had been largely restored.

Not only that, but his cultivation level has also improved.

With a slight thought, he released a wisp of magical power, and a phantom light seemed to float in front of him, with faint five colors flowing around it.

Ying Chanxin realized something: "It seems that I am very close to achieving the minor success of the Profound Light."

His ability to heal his injuries was undoubtedly due to the power of the Green Wood Longevity Talisman. As for his progress in cultivation, it was likely due to the accumulation of experience and the fact that he had successfully refined his magical power while under the influence of the curse, in order to break through the predicament.

"The 20th... no, the 15th."

"I should be able to get through this hurdle within fifteen days."

The foreseeable progress will naturally bring joy to Ying Chan.

However, he did not rush into seclusion because of this. Instead, he made a hand seal and pointed at the furnace.

Soon, no more steam escaped from the furnace.

After temporarily shutting down the furnace, Ying Chan stood up, rested briefly, and then fled towards the Heavenly Capital Giant Mountain.

(End of this chapter)