Primordial Era: Reborn Kong Xuan, Steady Cultivation

It paused, as if remembering something, its eyes lit up, and it added: "However, Zhitong does know a senior who is a spirit transformed from an old ginseng in the mountains that has been blessed with good fortune. Since Zhitong has memories, he has cultivated for countless tens of thousands of years, and his cultivation is much deeper than Zhitong's. Moreover, he seems to often travel in the mountains."

He may know more secrets of the mountains, but…” Zhitong hesitated, “That senior is aloof and cautious, hiding his whereabouts all year round, rarely interacting with other creatures, and disliking being disturbed. It may be difficult to find his whereabouts, and even if we do, he may not be willing to speak frankly.”

As he spoke, he carefully reported to Kong Xuan all the scattered information he knew about the ginseng essence, its general range of activity, the occasional aura it revealed, and some vague rumors he had heard.

After listening, Kong Xuan remained silent in thought.

A ginseng spirit who has cultivated for tens of thousands of years must have a far greater understanding of Wuyi Mountain than Zhitong.

If such a precious treasure as the Fallen Treasure Coin is truly located on this mountain, the unusual phenomena before its appearance or its hiding place might be something that these seasoned local strongmen could detect.

"It's alright, let's go and look for him." Kong Xuan made the decision.

The precious coins were of utmost importance to him, and he couldn't afford to miss any clues.

"Zhitong, please show us the way. Let's go and meet this senior."

After Kong Xuan finished speaking, he gestured to Zhitong to point out the general direction in which the ginseng spirit was most likely to appear.

Zhitong dared not delay and quickly pointed to a dangerous area shrouded in mist deeper into Wuyi Mountain.

Kong Xuan said no more. He rolled up his sleeves, gently lifted Zhitong, placed her on his shoulder, and then, with five-colored light flowing around him, he quietly headed in that direction.

……

In just two days, Kong Xuan led Zhitong to an ancient forest, following the directions.

The trees here are towering giants, with trunks so thick that several people need to encircle them. Their branches and leaves block out the sun, and the forest is filled with a milky white, ethereal mist that swirls around.

Deer often stroll leisurely with lingzhi mushrooms in their mouths, while emerald-feathered birds perch on branches, emitting clear and melodious calls, creating a peaceful, tranquil, and vibrant scene.

This place is rich in spiritual energy and has a unique, refreshing scent of plants, making it seem like a favorite retreat for plant spirits.

"Master, this is the place," Zhitong said softly. "Hundreds of years ago, I heard other sentient plants mention that Senior Shen often frequented this area, absorbing the energy of ancient trees, the earth, and the essence of the sun and moon."

As soon as Kong Xuanfu landed, his powerful Golden Immortal divine sense instantly enveloped an area of ​​nearly a thousand miles.

Almost simultaneously, he keenly spotted his target.

Near a ley line node about 600 miles away, a pure and refined spiritual ginseng essence, far surpassing that of ordinary plants, is fleeing at an astonishing speed along the complex underground root network and ley line channels, heading in an even more distant direction!

Its speed was extremely fast, and it could travel hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye. It was clear that it had sensed Kong Xuan's arrival and chose to flee without hesitation.

"Their reaction was quick, and they were cautious enough," Kong Xuan thought to himself.

This old ginseng must have mistaken itself for a cultivator who came to gather herbs.

This is not surprising, as an old ginseng that has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, reached the peak of the Xuanxian realm, and is about to take human form, is of great value to many cultivators.

In the primordial world where the strong prey on the weak, plant spirits that had not yet taken human form or lacked strength were often synonymous with "natural treasures" rather than "fellow travelers."

At this moment, what is frantically fleeing deep underground is a strangely shaped old ginseng.

Its roots are as lush as an old man's silver beard, its main body is plump, and its three emerald green ginseng leaves on top exude a rich vitality.

It inwardly groaned, "What bad luck! What terrible luck!"

Didn't they say that all the powerful figures in the mountains went to heaven to listen to the sage preach?

"Another Golden Immortal has appeared! And he's heading straight for my lair!"

It has been cultivating in seclusion in this ancient forest for nearly a thousand years. It was only because it learned that most of the famous and powerful figures in Wuyi Mountain had gone to Zixiao Palace that it dared to relax its vigilance a little and stay in one place for a longer time.

It has lived for tens of thousands of years and has witnessed and sensed too many tragedies of similar or slightly powerful spiritual herbs being discovered and forcibly taken away and refined by cultivators. The reason it has been able to survive until now is entirely due to its caution and escape ability that far surpasses that of its kind.

Despite his chaotic thoughts, he dared not pause for even a moment while fleeing for his life.

However, just as it was estimating the distance and thinking it was about to be temporarily safe.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the previously soft and unobstructed soil and earth vein channels in front of them suddenly became as hard as iron, thick and solid!

Caught off guard, it crashed headfirst into it, causing the ginseng leaves on its head to sway wildly and its roots to go numb.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" it cried out in pain. Before it could react to what was happening, it felt an irresistible, gentle force surging from all directions, enveloping its body and "pulling" it out of the deep ground. The scene before its eyes changed rapidly, with soil and rocks rushing past.

The next moment, it was carried by this force and landed lightly in a forest clearing, right in front of a figure dressed in colorful robes with a profound demeanor, and beside him was a somewhat familiar little fairy mushroom figure looking at it timidly.

Suddenly, it became clear to it that a mixture of regret and resentment welled up in its heart: "So it was this little thing!"

It must have revealed my hiding place to this great being!

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so foolish and pitiful when it first gained sentience, and instead offered it a few pointers on the key points of cultivation!

Good deeds never get rewarded!

However, preserving life and maintaining this cultivation accumulated over tens of thousands of years are the top priorities right now.

It instantly suppressed all distracting thoughts, and its plump ginseng body "prostrated" on the ground in a rather comical yet panicked posture, trembling as it cried out:

"This humble servant greets the venerable immortal! Your esteemed presence is an honor, and I have failed to greet you properly; I am truly guilty and beg your forgiveness! Forgive me!"

The voice was old and filled with fear and ingratiation.

Seeing its appearance, Kong Xuan knew it had been intimidated, so he didn't try to intimidate it further. He simply waved his hand casually and said in a flat tone, "No need for formalities, stand up and talk."

I have not come here to gather medicinal herbs, but only to ask you a question.

If you tell the truth, you will benefit; if you dare to conceal or deceive…”

He didn't finish speaking, but the faint pressure of that Golden Immortal level was released and then withdrawn, which made the old ginseng spirit's whiskers on the ground curl up in fright.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"If the Immortal has any questions, I will answer them without reservation and without holding back the slightest bit!"

The old ginseng spirit readily agreed, feeling somewhat relieved that its life was not in immediate danger, and only asked about matters.

Kong Xuan cut to the chase, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at this local tyrant who had lived for tens of thousands of years: "I have heard that there is a treasure hidden in the Wuyi Mountains, which seems to be related to 'money' and 'treasure falling'."

You have cultivated yourself on this mountain for a long time and have gained extensive knowledge. Have you ever heard any related rumors?

"Or do you know of any unusual activity that might be related to this treasure?"