"There is a forest of Spirit Heart Fruits here. These fruits are the raw materials for refining the Tranquil Mind Pill. They have harsh growing conditions and are extremely rare. I never expected to find such a large forest in the Sea of ​​Mist!"

"It ripens once every five hundred years. We will only pick the ripe parts and not touch the tree too much. Let's wait until the next time the secret realm opens before letting people pick it."

"Yes, remember to mark the locations on the map and write down all the important notes..."

Don't worry!

With the help of the map, the twenty people from the Loose Cultivator City were able to reunite in just a few days and even found a suitable location to establish their main camp.

The artifact crafters worked together to create a mobile cave dwelling for everyone to live in, while the alchemists refined pills on the spot and distributed them to everyone. During the day, they scattered in all directions to explore the wilderness and collect resources, and at night they gathered together to rest, play, and have fun.

Even when there was nothing to do, everyone would chatter and think about what new functions they could add to the bracelet. Sometimes, some of their ingenious ideas would make Tongsu's eyes light up and leave her in awe.

Indeed, human creativity is limitless, and people of any era should not be underestimated.

She was able to research and develop this bracelet because she had modern memories, but it was her fellow disciples who truly perfected its function.

The people in the Loose Cultivator City were getting along better and better, while outside the Mystic Mirror, people from other sects were already green with envy.

"The Sea of ​​Fog stretches for thousands of miles. When we went in that year, we had to wait for the teleportation array to activate before we could reunite with the others. Look at this City of Loose Cultivators, they've already achieved a victorious reunion in just a few days!!"

"Their magical artifact is already a mature artifact; it has even learned to draw maps on its own..."

"Damn, if I had this treasure back then, would I have gotten lost in the Fog Sea? I did find a place where the Primordial Ganoderma grew, but even if I wanted to tell people the location, I couldn't figure out the direction!"

The news spread like wildfire, and more and more cultivators from the Central Plains came to Wenxian City to watch the spectacle.

However, they all thought they were watching the actual broadcast, but they didn't know that what was shown on the Xuan Guang Mirror was actually a part that Tong Su and Wen Qing Yuan Zu had specially edited.

"Little Bai, you must remember that some cultivators on the righteous path appear kind on the surface, but are actually the most ruthless behind the scenes. If you are tricked and suffer losses by them, others will not believe you if you tell them."

Tong Su smiled slightly: "I know, I've suffered the same loss before. This live broadcast was specially prepared for them."

The wind whispers to the moon.

Tong Su smiled and looked in the direction of Yao Yuan, but the light in her eyes grew colder and colder.

It took me fifteen years to prepare all this for you.

You absolutely mustn't let me down.

My heartfelt wish!

The Mysterious Realm of Immortals.

The Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Run! Run now!"

"Senior Brother Mu has been captured by that monster! I don't want to die! I don't want to be eaten! Someone, please save us!"

"There's a hole in the ground! Quick, run there!"

The towering trees blocked out the light, plunging the world into darkness. This was a deep rift valley, with sheer cliffs thousands of feet high on the east and west sides, and a long, narrow valley stretching for thousands of miles.

At the bottom of this abyss is a forest of giant trees. Because of the warm and humid climate, the vegetation is lush and the ferocious monsters roam there. Stepping on the thick layer of fallen leaves, you can smell the pungent, fishy odor.

Suddenly, a group of people emerged from the woods. Each was handsome, but now their faces were pale with fear, their bodies covered in blood, and they were in a sorry state. Some were riding flying swords, others were riding clouds, scrambling and crawling as they fled for their lives. (To chat with more like-minded people about "Quick Transmigration: Boss Brother, Spoil Me Recklessly," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)