The Long Journey to Immortality

However, this idea was rejected by Han Lu as soon as it came up.

"Burying it back might not be effective."

"If we bury it back and then dig it up again, the purple monster will be nowhere to be found. Wouldn't that be even more awkward?"

After a moment's consideration, Han Lu decided to simply set up an array around the area to isolate the purple monster from the outside world.

After all, it was just a little bit of purple slime mixed into the groundwater that caused such a large plague.

The plague won't infect cultivators, but who can guarantee that Han Lu won't catch the "plague" that might spread among cultivators if she stands not far from this purple monster and smells its rancid odor?

If cultivators can cure the illnesses of mortals, what about the illnesses of cultivators? Are they also required to be isolated and treated while searching for miraculous elixirs?

Then coming here to find the source would be a waste of time and effort.

This was the first time Han Lu had encountered something like this, and she always tried to think things through thoroughly to avoid any mishaps or oversights.

So she quickly took out the array flag from her storage bag and used it to provide protection at the spot.

At the same time, Han Lu took out cinnabar and carved several restrictions on the ground in order to monitor the purple monster's every move at the bottom of the pit.

Only then did Han Lu feel somewhat relieved. She patiently activated her beast eyes to carefully observe the creature while meditating to calm her mind and try her best to avoid becoming "restless" because of this being who was beyond her cultivation level.

It must be said that practicing in this environment has a unique charm.

Just like weight training, Han Lu felt that although there wasn't much spiritual energy around her, the effect of her breathing was several times greater.

As usual, he slowly absorbed spiritual energy, transforming it into a series of clouds and rain in his dantian.

Han Lu's dantian, which was far larger and stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, still only contained gaseous spiritual energy in about one-third of its space.

As for the legendary sun, moon, and stars, they can't even be seen in the shadows.

Several months of practice had not yielded any significant results.

It's no wonder that Han Lu was particularly concerned about the plague; she probably had the idea of ​​collecting some good karma and easing her tension caused by the slow progress of her cultivation.

After about fifteen minutes of cultivation, a beam of light suddenly came from afar.

Han Lu, who had been using her beastly eyes, naturally noticed this "uninvited guest."

Opening his eyes, he saw Linglu, who had just met Han Lu and Wen Erya, exchanged a few words with them, and provided crucial information.

"Fellow Daoist Feng," perhaps because they had exchanged a few words and were now considered nodding acquaintances, Linglu was much more amiable this time when they met again. "Well, have you found what you were looking for?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu," Han Lu addressed him in the manner of addressing a true spirit, a spirit beast, and a demon beast, "You are in this formation. Fellow Daoist Lu must be highly skilled and knowledgeable. I wonder if you could help me identify what this... monster is?"

Han Lu felt that calling this visitor from outer space a magical beast, a spirit beast, or a monster was inappropriate.

Being greeted by the True Spirit made Linglu feel extremely comfortable, but she still had to be modest and say, "I only cultivate in the mountains and fields, so I can't say I'm very knowledgeable. But having lived for three hundred years, I have seen some things. I'll take a look for Fellow Daoist Feng."

Taking a few steps closer, the spirit deer saw the purple monster in the divine pit, blinked, and looked completely bewildered.

Clearly, she didn't know the origin of this purple monster either.

[Author's Note] An upright person, an upright voice, has left us. Fate is often so unfair, so helpless. I dare not promise anything, I only hope that I can remember your name for as long as possible, remember your deeds for as long as possible, and dare to speak out as uprightly as you do for as long as possible.

Chapter 492 Shocking Change

Sure enough, even the spirit deer in the Transformation Realm, which had lived for over three hundred years, did not know the origin of this extraterrestrial creature.

However, as a Transformation Realm expert, Linglu still didn't want to lose her "senior" image.

She carefully scanned the purple monster with her divine sense and came to a conclusion.

"This monster is at least at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm."

After saying this, Linglu felt a little regretful, regretting why she had put herself in such a dangerous situation just because she wanted to get close to Han Lu, a true spirit, and because of a little curiosity.

Although she could sense that the purple monster in the pit was on its last breath, it was still at least one level higher than herself.

Having painstakingly cultivated his skills, Linglu only wanted to stay away from this dangerous place.

As Linglu pondered how to find a suitable excuse to leave this dangerous place, Han Lu suddenly spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Linglu, if you and I join forces, is there any chance we can kill this lifeless monster here?"

Hearing that Han Lu actually had such a thought, Linglu couldn't help but gasp.

“This…” Linglu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly a thought flashed through her mind, “Fellow Daoist Feng, even if you and I kill this monster here, it’s not appropriate.”

"Why is it inappropriate?" Han Lu asked, puzzled.

“Look,” Linglu explained to Han Lu, “the source of the plague is that the strange liquid flowing from this purple monster has polluted the groundwater.”

"And this purple monster is almost entirely constructed from this highly toxic substance, right?"

Linglu looked at Hanlu, and Hanlu nodded, seemingly understanding what Linglu meant.

“You mean,” Han Lu said, “that if we don’t handle this purple monster properly when we kill it, even if we kill it, it will cause irreparable damage.”

Linglu nodded repeatedly.

Han Lu continued, "Fellow Daoist Lu is indeed very thoughtful; it was my oversight."

Seeing that Han Lu had given up on this bold idea, Linglu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, please calm down," Linglu guessed, seeing that Wen Erya was not around. "Did your companion go back to the sect to seek help?"

"Yes."

“Then Fellow Daoist Feng should stay here and guard this place,” Linglu said, grasping at a straw. “There are many high-level cultivators in the Zhengyi Sect. Even if two elders in the mid-to-late stage of the Golden Core realm were to handle this matter, they would do a better job than the two of us.”

There's no need to be rash or rush things.

Han Lu nodded. "I was just being anxious. I was mainly afraid something might go wrong."

"Fellow Daoist Linglu, is there something you need? If not, why don't you stay here with me for a while?" Han Lu could tell that Linglu wanted to leave, so she took the initiative to bring it up, thinking of giving her another strong ally. "Your place of seclusion is also here. If this thing is not handled properly, it won't do you any good either."

Linglu didn't think that way; she just wanted to stay far away from this source of danger.

However, out of pride, she couldn't bring herself to say such timid things in front of Han Lu, whose cultivation level was lower than hers.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, when will your elders from your sect arrive?"

"It will take at most eight or nine hours to get there."

Helpless, thinking that the chances of the heavily injured monster waking up in the short few hours were not high, she decided to risk her life to accompany him.

"Then I'll stay here with you for a few hours, lest this monster that fell from the sky destroy this place."

Having made up their minds to stay here, Linglu naturally wanted to make their slogans louder.

Han Lu chuckled inwardly.

Although the spirit deer was probably no match for the purple monster, it was still a good helper.

Having more helpers will increase the success rate, no matter how we deal with or resolve the situation, should the purple monster awaken.

The two sat on the ground.

Now that she had a companion, Han Lu naturally didn't want to pass the time by meditating.

She chatted and laughed with the deer.

The two chatted fairly pleasantly and barely became nodding acquaintances.

At Linglu's suggestion, the two also exchanged some cultivation resources.

Linglu used powder made from her antlers, which she had shed decades ago, to exchange for some phoenix blood from Han Lu.

The spirit deer's innate abilities are related to its search for spiritual plants.

Han Lu also spent nearly five hundred spirit stones to purchase some spirit plants from the spirit deer as a reserve.

Han Lu found this way of trading one's own "organs" novel.

"If we ever run out of spirit stones in the future, there's no need to follow the example of that fairy from the Great Yu Dynasty and sell her personal clothing. We can just sell some feathers and blood to make a comeback."

While secretly joking with herself, Han Lu also learned about Linglu's general background during her conversation with her.

Interestingly, the spirit deer in front of Han Lu does have some connection with Xuan Yang Valley.

Back when the spirit deer was just a lowly Qi Refining cultivator, it was captured by a Foundation Establishment cultivator from Xuan Yang Valley and became his spirit pet.

This master-servant relationship lasted for about a hundred years, until Linglu reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, while this cultivator from Xuanyang Valley still failed to break through to the Golden Core stage.

After the cultivator died from exhaustion of his lifespan, the spirit deer became free and settled down in the area.

On a daily basis, he takes care of the herbivores in the vicinity to accumulate good karma, and at the same time, he relies on the spirit beast cultivation method he obtained from that Xuan Yang Valley cultivator to improve his cultivation level.

Twenty years ago, by sheer chance, he successfully advanced to the Transformation Realm and became what he is now.

She naturally inquired about Han Lu's background.

It seems that telling lies is addictive, and Han Lu naturally made up another story for Linglu.

He said he was born of mixed race and was only found by his true spirit father after he was ten years old. His father entrusted him to the Zhengyi Sect, where he cultivated.

"Only my junior sister and the sect leader know my true spirit identity."

"Fellow Daoist Lu, when you meet my sect elders later, please don't tell them that I am a True Spirit."

Linglu nodded repeatedly in assurance.

Knowing Han Lu's secret gave her a feeling of satisfaction.

Just as Han Lu was about to say a few more nonsense words, a wail suddenly came from the pit next to the two of them.

Upon hearing the sound, Linglu's face turned pale, and Han Lu's expression changed from relaxed to tense.

"Oh no, is he about to wake up?"

The two worked together quite well; Han Lu ascended into the air on her sword, while Ling Lu used her flying skills.

From their vantage point, the two could clearly see what changes had occurred to the purple monster in the pit.

The purple monster, which looked like it was made of viscous liquid, seemed to be boiling, with white smoke constantly billowing out of its body.

The chilling sound was coming from inside the monster's body.

Linglu asked anxiously, "What, is she about to wake up?"

Han Lu replied, "It looks more like they're about to self-destruct."

Han Lu's words made Ling Lu's face even more unpleasant, as if she could already see the scene of the purple monster self-destructing, severely injuring the two of them and completely polluting this land.