After the ascent failed

Chapter 342
Flying over Lingshan Island, Ye Chunyang glanced slightly. Since coming to the island, he has not really traveled on the island. Looking down at this moment, the island is as large as the Kunlun Ruins. Let.

However, the God of Medicine Sect is different from other sects, because alchemists have special requirements for spiritual roots, and it is impossible for monks with non-fire spirit roots to step into the threshold, so in comparison, the God of Medicine Sect has not many people, and there are not many caves.

After flying away for about half an hour, Ye Chunyang had already understood all the places on the island, and then stopped outside a mountain stream.

Looking forward, there is an attic inside, surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, and there is an aura of golden core state.

"This is Ling Huo's cave, right?"

Ye Chunyang murmured softly, then took out a talisman, said a few words into it calmly, and released it.

Not long after, a loud laugh came from the attic: "Ye Daoyou is here, and Ling is welcome from afar. Forgive me, forgive me."

A figure came in the clouds, stopped in front of Ye Chunyang and waved his hands to greet: "It's rare for fellow Taoists to come to my cave, please come in quickly, Ling will do his best as a landlord."

The person who came was Elder Ling Huo.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, you are being polite. Ye Mou actually came here to ask for advice." Ye Chunyang said.

"Haha, I don't dare to ask for advice. If you have anything to do, you can just ask. If I can do it, I will try my best to do it for you." Ling Huo said frankly.

Ye Chunyang nodded and followed Ling Huo into the cave.

Inviting Ye Chunyang to a stone pavilion in the garden, Ling Huo immediately ordered the alchemy boy beside him to offer spiritual tea, and said with a gentle smile, "This is a new tea that Ling has just picked recently, fellow Daoist Ye, how about a taste?"

Ye Chunyang was not polite, picked up the spirit tea and took a sip, feeling the sweetness in his throat and lingering aftertaste, with a slight compliment on his face, he said: "Good tea."

"This tea is called Lingshuang tea. It is made from Tianshan snow lotus. Drinking it can boost your true energy. Although fellow daoists have a very high spiritual cultivation, their spiritual power will inevitably be weaker. This tea is great for fellow daoists. Helpful." Ling Huo said with a smile.

Ye Chunyang smiled, but did not comment.

Because his spiritual power was suppressed by the curse of the God of Death, even if he had an elixir, he couldn't improve it for the time being, so how could a mere cup of spiritual tea work.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know what I need to help you with today, but it's okay?" After exchanging pleasantries, Ling Huo said immediately. "It's not really a big deal, Ye just wants to know, the God of Medicine Sect has been established for many years, has any other soul cultivators come to seek alchemy?" Ye Chunyang asked straight to the point without dragging his feet.

"Soul Cultivation?"

Ling Huo was a little surprised at first when he heard the words, but then he thought of Ye Chunyang's spiritual cultivation, and soon felt relieved.

He thought for a while, and said: "Soul cultivators have been rare since many years ago because they were difficult to practice. Basically, most of the people who came to the island to seek alchemy were mana monks, but about 200 years ago, there was a soul cultivator who came here. .”

"Oh?"

Ye Chunyang's heart skipped a beat.

Ling Huo paused for a moment, then continued: "This soul cultivator's cultivation had reached the out-of-body stage at that time, but when he came to the island, he seemed to have been seriously injured, so I begged Elder Fang Yu to refine a healer for him. Elixir, but it didn't take long before leaving."

"What is the origin of this person? What can be left behind?" Ye Chunyang asked.

"I don't know the origin of this soul cultivator. I only vaguely heard that he is called Moshangren. Coincidentally, this person is from the Northern Territory just like fellow Taoist." Ling Huo said here, looking at Ye Chunyang was a bit weird.

"A stranger?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows, feeling that the name seemed somewhat familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that the opponent vaguely mentioned this name during the battle with Wan Xiuzhu in Linshan.

However, there was no abnormal expression on his face, and he continued to listen to Ling Huo's next words.

Ling Huo stroked his beard, and continued: "This Mo Shangren didn't stay on the island for long, and left after getting the elixir refined by Master Fang Yu. I remember that he seemed to have left something in the island, but because this person is practicing soul art, none of us can use his things, so we have been shelving them."

"What did he leave behind?" Ye Chunyang asked in surprise.

Ling Huo hesitated a bit, and after hesitating for a moment, he smiled strangely and said: "It's really hard to say, fellow Taoist, if you want to know, why don't you follow me to have a look for yourself."

"That's fine." Ye Chunyang showed a look of interest.

Mo Shangren seems to have left a lot of fame in the Northern Territory, but he disappeared without a trace for some reason. Unexpectedly, this person came to Lingshan Island. Ye Chunyang also wanted to see what he left behind?
"Fellow Daoist, please follow me." Ling Huo got up and walked out of the cave.

Ye Chunyang's eyes flickered a few times, and he silently followed behind.

After leaving the cave, Ling Huo led Ye Chunyang around, and finally came to an ancient temple. The outside of the temple was covered with a layer of protective restrictions, surrounded by carved dragons and painted buildings, which looked ancient and luxurious.

"This is the Treasure Pavilion of our sect. Our sect has always had the rule of exchanging treasures for treasures for alchemy. When monks from all walks of life come here to seek alchemy, they must leave treasures of the same level. Most of them are stored in it. Fellow Daoist You can take a look." Ling Huo stepped forward and introduced Ye Chunyang proudly.

Although Yao Shenzong lives in seclusion overseas, he has a detached status in the world of cultivating immortals. No matter how famous monks are outside, there is always something they can ask for.

But the God of Medicine Sect has never sought spiritual stones, only spiritual weapons, so in terms of resources, it is not inferior to those first-class sects in Zhongzhou.

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly, looking at the ancient palace.

At this time, Ling Huo raised one hand and struck out a talisman.

I saw the talisman shining, and a cyan ripple diffused out, and a small sword several inches long flew out from it, imprinted on the top of the ancient hall.

Then there was a buzzing sound, and the barrier covering the ancient hall quickly receded, and the gate of the hall opened accordingly.

Ling Huo smiled slightly, and led Ye Chunyang to the main hall.

There are countless dazzling pearls inlaid in the hall, illuminating the entire hall, and walking into it, people can't help but feel like stepping into the fairy palace, full of solemnity.

Ye Chunyang glanced at it, and there was no fluctuation in his mood, but he found that there were countless densely packed hidden compartments in the hall, and there were countless scrolls, jade slips, magic weapons, and talismans inside.

There are so many kinds and all kinds.

Ye Chunyang was secretly surprised. He used his avatar to explore the inner gate of Kunlun Ruins at night and saw many rare treasures, but in terms of quantity alone, they were far superior to the latter.

However, this does not mean that the God of Medicine Sect is stronger than the Kunlun Ruins. After all, there are two superpowers who have completed the Dongtian Realm in the Kunlun Ruins, and each of the nine peaks has an Elder of the Golden Core Realm.

There are countless disciples at the Spirit Transformation Realm and the Dao Foundation Realm.

Although the God of Medicine Sect has a strong background, it is still slightly inferior in terms of overall strength.

After leading Ye Chunyang into the ancient palace, Ling Huo scanned around, found another book, flipped through it and said, "The man from Mo came to the island 200 years ago, and the time has passed for a long time. There are so many treasures in the Treasure Hall, and I can’t remember where it was put at the moment, I’ll look for the records from that year, if fellow Daoist sees other treasures in the hall, you can take them down by yourself.”

"Fellow Daoist Ling, please go ahead, it doesn't matter if Ye Mou waits a while." Ye Chunyang said indifferently.

As he spoke, he glanced at the ancient palace.

There are a lot of treasures in it, but for now, what is really useful to him is either high-level soul art, or something that is helpful to unravel the curse of the gods.

The former may still exist, but the curse of perishing gods comes from the spirit world. I am afraid that there is no other way to break the curse except the method mentioned by King Nanxuan, so Ye Chunyang has no hope.

After a scan, he didn't find anything that could attract him, and Ye Chunyang didn't want to search any more.

"found it!"

At this moment, Ling Huo's surprised voice came from the side.

Ye Chunyang looked over with a flickering look, and saw Ling Huo walking towards a corner of the hall holding the book, and then pressing it with one hand, a blue light glowed in the stone lattice in front, and then something seemed to fly out, " With a sound, it landed in Ling Huo's hands.

"You Daoist Ye, this is the thing." Ling Huo flicked his fingers, and the thing in his hand flew in front of Ye Chunyang, "According to the records back then, this is what Mo Shangren left behind."

Ye Chunyang stretched out his hand to take it in doubt, feeling a little heavy and cold in his hands.

When he opened his hands to look, his eyes suddenly became fixed.

The thing he took over was a black piece of copper with some rust on it, which seemed to be quite old, but some inscriptions and faint spiritual fluctuations engraved on it made Ye Chunyang feel strangely familiar.

Because at this time, there is a piece of the same thing in his Qiankun bag.

"There is such a thing here?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows slightly. This piece of copper was exactly the same as the one he got from Wan Xiuzhu's disciple Xu Guang when he was in the Northern Territory, and even the soul power stored on it was exactly the same.

At that time, the piece of copper contained the information of the ancient Alchemy School, but they didn't know what kind of secret was contained in this piece of copper?

"This piece of copper is very weird. It looks worthless, but it hides extremely strong fluctuations in soul power. Probably Master Fang Yu also took a fancy to this and left this thing, but it is stored here For 200 years, no one has been able to see what secrets are hidden in it."

Ling Huo closed the book, put it back, and said, "But having said that, since Mo Shangren is a soul cultivator, only the soul cultivator can see the magic of the things left behind. If you are interested, you might as well take it back and study it for a while.”

Ye Chunyang's heart flickered, but on the surface his expression remained the same, and he said: "Since this is the case, Ye Mou will be disrespectful."

After speaking, he took the copper piece away.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to mention in front of Ling Huo that he had also obtained a secret similar to the copper plate back then, and he would study it slowly after returning.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ye have anything else you need?" Ling Huo asked with a smile.

"No, I don't need other treasures for the time being. This time, fellow Daoist Lao Ling brought me here, thank you Ye." Ye Chunyang clasped his fists and said.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you're welcome. If there's anything you need the little old man from now on, just ask." Ling Huo waved his hand generously.

Ye Chunyang smiled lightly, without saying much, and left immediately.

He was planning to go back to the cave to explore the secrets of the copper piece, so naturally he had no interest in staying here any longer.

(End of this chapter)