From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

"Everyone, today I bid you farewell. I will be leaving for a while, and I am grateful for your care and support during this time."

Gu Heting squatted down and bowed to everyone.

Both Xiang Zheng and Xiang Wanqing treated him extremely well.

If he can come back this time, he will probably stay in Xiaoshan Sect from now on.

Xiang Wanqing took a step forward, wanting to say something, but his father patted him on the back: "It's too dangerous. Since Gu Heting was born in this place, he must know everything about it."

He squatted down towards Zheng.

He handed a mirror to Gu Heting, rubbing it between his fingers: "This mirror is called a sound transmission mirror. It consists of a mother mirror and a daughter mirror. No matter what happens, we can know from here."

"Come back soon. Xiaoshanzong is your home."

Gu Heting choked up for a moment.

He suddenly remembered his orphanage home before he transmigrated. Now he had met many cultivators. The Little Mountain Sect might not be strong, but it was very warm and welcoming.

It feels like home.

This place is picturesque, just like home. He fought back tears, his voice choked with emotion, and turned his head away, walking down the mountain path.

He swallowed hard but didn't turn around.

Xiang Wanqing gazed in the distance in the direction of Gu Heting. Gu Heting, however, disappeared into the misty mountains. He trod across the path paved with small bluestone bricks. With his little beak, Gu Heting picked up a vine.

His body swung away with the vines.

Soon, relying on his memory, Gu Heting arrived at the small river where he first recognized Xiang Wanqing.

Ahead lay a red forest. But that red forest was covered by purple miasma.

Gu Heting took out a miasma-avoiding pill and swallowed it.

It felt cool at first, but then it became scorching hot.

After the initial dizziness and lightheadedness subsided, Gu Heting felt somewhat exhausted. This elixir was, in essence, a poison-to-poison combination. It would generate a toxic substance within the body while simultaneously causing the body to produce certain antibodies.

After an incense stick has burned.

Gu Heting finally got used to his trembling body.

"The toxicity is too difficult to tolerate. I'm still feeling a bit dizzy. Feng Xianshu said that this medicine uses poison to fight poison, and he's absolutely right."

The little bird's foot stepped across the wetland.

He took a light breath of the surrounding miasma. He felt no discomfort. After a moment, he lifted his leg.

The entire forest is mainly composed of swamps.

The number of fish in the swamp has decreased slightly due to the miasma. Only some mosquitoes and centipedes cling to the roots of the mangrove trees.

The most common items were garlands and venomous snakes on the trees.

Gu Heting was a spiritual practitioner.

The spiritual energy emanating from him had already startled the flower snakes in the tree. In the eyes of those swarming venomous snakes, Gu Heting was like a ferocious beast.

"There are too many poisonous insects and snakes, I need a boat."

Gu Heting held his breath, a ripple of emotion stirring within him, his entire body feeling as if he were adrift on a sea of ​​clouds. The surrounding water vapor rose. A gigantic water dragon emerged from the mangrove swamp.

The little water bird stepped onto the water dragon's horns.

This move is the water power technique of the Whale Li Sect.

"Looks like it'll take a while to get used to it. We need to speed things up. Water Dragon Technique, activate."

A water dragon leaped high into the mangrove forest, skimming the surface of the mangrove swamp as it ascended. Its movements were swift, like a water motorcycle.

After marching ten kilometers, Gu Heting noticed something was wrong.

Why is there a human presence around here?

Wasn't it said that the mangrove forest was shrouded in miasma and no one ever entered it? Could it be that some powerful being has come in? But that doesn't make sense; he could sense the pressure of such a powerful being.

But how exactly did this ordinary human aura appear?

Gu Heting looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

There were many men dressed in black all around. They moved slowly and foamed at the mouth. Their limbs and facial features were slightly distorted. These people were trembling constantly, yet they were muttering to themselves.

Although the sound was soft, Gu Heting heard it very clearly.

This time it's just two words repeated.

"Help."

Some madman dared to venture into this mangrove forest without any miasma-repelling medicine. Are you kidding me?

These people dressed in black were not highly skilled; most of them were only at the Qi Refining stage.

These people are clearly not as skilled as him, so why do they dare to venture into this red forest?

Ahead, a woman lies beneath the withered branches of a mangrove forest.

She wore a pink feathered robe embroidered with peonies in Suzhou style, and the phoenix hairpin in her hair was clearly expensive. Her beautiful face was covered in prominent veins.

The little girl's face turned bright red, almost like a liver color.

It's obvious they're severely poisoned.

The girl had a deep, bright red cut on her back. The wound ran from her back to her waist; it was very deep. Without treatment, it would almost certainly be fatal.

Gu Heting gazed intently into the distance.

He saw a faint aura emanating from the girl. But that aura was very unstable, on the verge of dissipating. The wound was too deep, and she had inhaled poisonous miasma.

He was just one step away from returning to his hometown.

"There's an injured girl here, and the man in black is..."

Gu Heting took stock of the men in black around him.

There are nearly 11 of them.

They had all inhaled large amounts of miasma and were hanging from the trees. The miasma in this world, once dissolved in water, would neutralize the poison.

If you stay near water, you will inhale very little miasma.

The girl in front of me was still breathing.

Then there is one possible answer.

The girl dressed in peony-colored clothes was clearly being chased. She had been slashed in the back by a man in black above her. Then she fell straight to the ground, clinging to the roots of a mangrove forest.

The humidity below is too high.

This group helped the girl detoxify herself. However, the men in black above, having pursued the enemy too deeply, were trapped in the swirling miasma.

Is my deduction correct?

Gu Heting began to doubt his deduction. But the girl, her face turning a deep purplish-blue, whimpered a few times. Gu Heting cautiously approached. The two words the girl uttered were clearly "Mom..."

The tiny wings probed into the girl's nostrils.

The girl still had a trace of warmth. Gu Heting had mastered six miasma-avoiding pills. Actually, he planned to take only three, traveling back and forth along the way.

Now that we have three more, they've come in handy.

The little waterbird raised its head and fed a bird a grain of rice to the girl. It plucked a feather from its own wing.

He plunged the knife into the girl's neck.

Contaminated blood flowed out.

The girl began to cough incessantly. Her body curled up and trembled. Finally, she abruptly stood up.

A mouthful of dark red blood gushed onto the ground.

The blood was a tainted purplish-red color, and Gu Heting discovered that the purplish-red blood even had a corrosive effect.

Her eyes widened suddenly.

It struggled incessantly, reaching out as if to grab something, only to fall straight down.

Because of the intense exercise and struggle, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

"The poison was probably forced out."

"No, the wound is too deep; we need to stitch it up first."

Gu Heting took out a spirit stone from his ring. He smashed the spirit stone, the currency of the cultivation world. He didn't stop until the very end.

The Water Dragon Technique surged forth, and under the scouring of the water, the spirit stone was shaped into a needle.

"We need to stitch up the wound first."