Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

The window in that guest room was half open.

Outside, a girl holding a pipa plucked a string with her fingers, and the sound drifted in.

Meng Yuan waved his hand.

The female cultivators serving inside the room tactfully curtsied and withdrew.

The door was closed.

Meng Yuan leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs.

He slowly waved the folding fan in his hand.

He seemed determined to linger with Su Chen for a while.

Su Chen glanced at him.

Without being polite, he found a chair and sat down.

"Fellow Daoist."

Su Chen picked up the teacup on the table, put it aside without even looking at it.

"It's better not to act."

"It's best to get straight to the point."

Meng Yuan paused for a beat as he waved his folding fan.

"Fellow Daoist Su."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Su Chen leaned back in his chair.

A finger tapped gently on the armrest.

"The Xuanhuang Continent".

"Cultivators at the Void Refinement stage are already rare."

"There aren't many in total."

Su Chen's gaze fell on Meng Yuan's face.

"Li Ziran of Luoyan City is Su's great-father-in-law."

"At the Starry Sky Dao Sect, there is only one Grand Elder who is qualified to reach the Void Refinement stage."

"The rest."

"Only the people of Xingluo remain."

Su Chen paused.

"I haven't gotten to know all the Void Refinement cultivators from Xingluo yet."

"in other words."

"Fellow Daoist, you are from Xingluo."

The folding fan snapped shut.

Meng Yuan stood there, stunned.

half an hour.

He finally grinned and gave a wry smile.

"turn out to be."

"Fellow Daoist, you already guessed it."

Su Chen didn't respond.

However, he picked up the teacup he had set aside and put it back in its original place.

"That's not all."

Su Chen continued speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Xingluo has now submitted to Master Hongfu, along with the Xingkong Daoji Sect."

"Fellow Daoist, at this juncture, you've come to the City of Never Sleeps."

According to Su Mou.

"I'm afraid they don't want to get involved in that mess."

"Let's find a quiet place and enjoy ourselves."

Meng Yuan looked at the person in front of him.

A subtle meaning stirred within me from behind.

It's nothing else.

It was Su Chen who said it, and not a single word was different.

This thoughtfulness is so meticulous, it's almost frightening.

"Fellow Daoist."

Meng Yuan shook his head and slammed the folding fan onto the table.

"That's enough."

"Hiding things from you would make me seem dishonest."

He leaned forward slightly.

"good."

"I have indeed come here by chance, and I would like to share it with my fellow practitioners."

Su Chen raised his chin.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

Meng Yuan didn't rush to speak.

He reached out, picked up a green plum from the fruit dish on the table, and popped it into his mouth.

He frowned slightly.

Perhaps the plums were too sour.

"Fellow Daoist."

He smacked his lips.

"Have you ever heard of the source of the spiritual veins?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"These days in the Black Mountain Continent."

Meng Yuan spat the plum pit into his palm.

"The cultivators from all walks of life were frantically searching for something."

"This is the spiritual vein."

"The so-called spiritual veins."

"It is an immense spiritual root that resides beneath this continent."

Su Chen's brow twitched slightly.

"Spiritual root?"

"This spiritual root is not a tangible object."

Meng Yuan waved his hand.

To put it bluntly...

"It's a flow of spiritual energy underground."

"After a long time, it has become a trend."

"Then it is called the Spirit Vein."

Su Chen listened quietly.

Meng Yuan paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"But the source of the spiritual vein is different."

"That's where all the spiritual energy flows and converges beneath the ground."

"Over time."

"The spiritual energy gathered at that place actually condensed into a pool of spiritual spring."

"A cultivator at the Void Refinement stage."

Meng Yuan stared at Su Chen.

"If only I could soak in that pool and do some repairs."

"This level of cultivation."

"It's likely to jump significantly."

Su Chen's hand, which was holding the teacup, stopped.

That's what I meant.

That did pique his interest.

The cultivation level of the Refining Void realm is extremely difficult to advance.

Even ordinary cultivators, after hundreds of years of secluded cultivation, might not be able to move an inch.

If there truly is such a spiritual spring.

"To be honest, fellow Daoist..."

Meng Yuan saw through Su Chen's thoughts and a smile appeared on his lips.

"This city that never sleeps."

"That is the confluence of the spiritual veins."

As soon as he said that...

Su Chen, on the other hand, was truly and deeply moved.

No wonder.

No wonder Lu Yao and Xue Shazi went to such great lengths to keep him in this city.

No wonder, the whole city was shrouded in such a large formation.

So that's where the root of the problem lies.

Su Chen slammed the teacup onto the table.

"Fellow Daoist."

"It is such an incredible opportunity."

"You can keep it all to yourself."

"Why bother coming all this way to share with me, Su?"

Su Chen's gaze darkened.

There are no free lunches in this world.

"Isn't there something incredibly dangerous going on here?"

Meng Yuan laughed at his question.

"In the end, I couldn't hide it from you, fellow Daoist."

He got up and walked to the half-open window.

The girl holding the pipa outside has already left, I don't know when.

Only the slightest movement of the wind remained.

To be honest...

Meng Yuan had his back to Su Chen.

"With my current Void Refinement cultivation level, I have already explored the giant abyss beneath this city."

"Indeed, we found that spirit pool."

"Can......"

He turned around.

"The flowers, plants, and trees beside the spirit pool."

"Soaked in that dense spiritual energy, it must have been soaking for more than a few hundred thousand years."

"It has long since developed consciousness."

Su Chen frowned.

There is an ancient tree by the pond.

Meng Yuan's expression turned serious.

"That thing's cultivation level is comparable to the late stage of the Void Refinement Realm."

"There's also a group of demonic beasts."

"Each of them is at the Nascent Soul stage."

"They were all nurtured by the spiritual energy of that spirit pool."

Meng Yuan shrugged.

I'm alone.

"I'm not sure."

"so."

"I was just thinking of finding fellow Daoists to team up with."

Su Chen didn't answer immediately.

In his mind, he quickly started to make plans.

This Meng Yuan, like myself, is a cultivator of the Void Refinement Realm.

Just now at the auction house, and all the way here, they were able to hide their cultivation level perfectly right under my nose.

This illustrates that...

This person is definitely not in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm.

It's hard to say whether it's the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm or even higher.

In the past.

Su Chen would absolutely not go down into danger with this guy of unknown origin.

In the world of cultivation, there is deceit and treachery.

What if this guy is trying to use that ancient tree monster to scheme against me?

That would be troublesome.

But things are different now.

Su Chen's thoughts circled around the Spring and Autumn Annals of Salvation at the center of his brow.

With this pen...

With that power of cause and effect.

Unless one is a being above the Void Refinement stage.

Otherwise, let Meng Yuan do whatever he wants.

Each of them can escape unscathed.

I've figured this out.

Su Chen's expression softened.

"Can."

He stood up.

"I, Su, will accept this opportunity."

A hint of joy appeared on Meng Yuan's face.

"happy!"

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