In the magic mirror, Manager Qian was holding a dark green turtle with a fluffy flower blooming on its shell.
The white petals stand upright, and inside are tender yellow stamens, yet they exude a dark green ethereal aura.
The magical artifact can only transmit images but cannot be smelled.
Zhao Xi thought for a moment and then saw that on the long street behind Manager Qian, immortals were covering their noses and fleeing everywhere on their swords.
A little fairy boy, brandishing a whisk, ran out from a nearby shop, raised his head, and shouted at Manager Qian.
"Please, Manager Qian, hurry up and leave! This smell is truly comparable to a cesspool! Ugh!"
"What are you saying, you little brat?"
Shopkeeper Qian actually argued, taking a deep breath of dark green spiritual energy and exhaling leisurely, "Ha, this is the spiritual energy of a green spirit turtle. If you brew it with immortal tea, it can increase the efficiency of your breathing three times. You won't be able to give it to me even if you beg! Humph!"
"So..." Zhao Xi blinked thoughtfully, then seemed to understand something, "What does this garlic-shaped turtle have to do with me?"
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One vegetable dumpling is worth one high-grade spirit stone.
Manager Qian also made demands regarding the appearance of the vegetable dumplings, asking her to carve patterns on them.
This is easy.
All you need to do is carve the corresponding mold, and you can have as many flowers as you want.
The most urgent task is to rescue Xiao Jia.
Manager Qian has been in the Immortal Realm for many years and is also an informant for the Huangya Sect, so of course he knows many brothers.
A moment later, hundreds of disciples dressed in uniform descended from the sky.
Their clothing was identical, with a white inner lining and a golden Taoist robe draped over it, the edges of which shimmered with iridescent light.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the ribbons were sewn with high-quality spirit stones of different colors, and the robes were embroidered with three huge hollow ink characters on the front and back: Huangyamen.
Each of them tied their long hair with a gold hair tie, and even their sword sheaths were gold, making them look extremely wealthy.
That's how the soldiers were borrowed.
Zhao Xi tried to provide more information: "Perhaps that person is..."
"No, you don't need to say it."
Zhao Xi was puzzled: "But you have to..."
"We don't need to know."
The leader of the Huangya Sect disciples was acting mysteriously, interrupting Zhao Xi several times as she tried to speak, telling her not to tell them any extra information.
They seemed to need to know nothing, not even who the enemy she was fighting was.
Zhao Xi wanted to exchange a glance with Tong Yue.
They flew swiftly on their swords, taking the two back to a mountain peak far in the valley.
The team leader took out a square compass and handed it to his deputy.
The assistant sat down on the ground, holding a compass and channeling spiritual energy into it.
Many small, flashing dots appeared on the compass, each marking a person in the valley.
Zhao Xi peeked out and saw that Xiao Jia's earth and wood spiritual energy was particularly bright, while the villain had turned into a large mass of black gas, forming a tornado on the compass.
You won't see any more.
The assistant blocked the compass and reported to the team leader: "Boss, there's only one wind elemental, the rest are pangolin demon cultivators."
"That makes things easier." The team leader asked Zhao Xi to confirm, "Are the people you're trying to rescue these pangolin demon cultivators?"
Zhao Xi thought, "Yes..."
He turned around and discussed a few words with his deputy, quickly agreeing on a plan. Then, without further discussion or agreement with Zhao Xi, he simply made a few hand gestures.
The remaining disciples drew their spirit swords in unison, forming a human array. They raised their swords together, pointing in the direction their leader had indicated, and began to perform hand seals.
Various colors of light emanated from the spirit swords.
Zhao Xi couldn't sense anything unusual around her.
But the distant mountains looked like her freshly washed hair.
Under the intense blowing of the hairdryer, the vegetation on the mountain swayed and fell down in the same direction, revealing the bare soil.
Zhao Xi was amazed.
This is the method used by the immortals of the Middle Immortal Realm to fight together!
She thought mercenaries would go to fight the villain in close combat, and that they would need to take advantage of the chaos to steal Xiao Jia.
But thinking about it, it makes sense.
This is the celestial realm! Everyone here is a mage!
They are all immortals above the Nascent Soul level, and there are many of them. Close combat like that in the lower immortal realm can probably only occur in the Five Spirits Sect.
Midway through, the disciples of Huangya Sect took a break; some sat down to regulate their breathing, while others ate a pill.
But before Zhao Xi and Tong Yue could even observe the formation, they reverted to their formation and continued to blow the wind in that direction.
The team leader kept his eyes on the compass.
Until the tiny specks of spiritual energy condensed and drifted away with the wind.
He raised his arm high, making a stop gesture: "That's it!"
Zhao Xi wanted to exchange a glance with Tong Yue.
That's it?
"Thanks?"
Zhao Xi, who prided herself on being quite eloquent, was at a loss for words. She stammered a thank you, glanced into the distance, and then turned back to see the immortals flying away on their swords.
The team leader left her a small round mirror on the ground.
I vaguely remember Manager Qian saying that he wanted to keep in touch with her.
This is a teleportation artifact!
Zhao Xi was overjoyed.
*
A white cloud covered the top of the zoo.
Before long, a light drizzle began to fall.
"This rain tastes so sweet!"
"It's a spiritual spring!"
The pups broke free from their owner's embrace, came to the open space, and raised their heads to drink the rainwater.
The pet owners didn't stop them; they took out pots and pans from their rings and helped them catch the food.
The spiritual plants grew wildly, shooting up tall in the blink of an eye, almost burying the cultivators harvesting wheat in the field.
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