Chapter 12: Withered Grass "Follow the clues and use the trick against them..."
Xie Wuyang put his hands behind his back, quietly took out the dry grass and shook it. The injected spiritual power came out silently, first circled around Xie Wuyang's hand, then flew back a short distance, and then disappeared with a "bang".
Xie Wuyang has dominated the demon world for decades, and he doesn't hold the title of Demon World Lord for nothing. Even though his spiritual power is insufficient to support a complete spell, he can still estimate the approximate location of the Nightmare Stone based on this clue.
Southeast direction.
Xie Wuyang muttered silently.
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou also injected a trace of spiritual power into the talisman on his forehead. As soon as the spiritual power circulating at his fingertips stopped, he opened his eyes.
"There's an overgrown cave at the southeast slope. There should be clues to the Nightmare Stone inside."
Tracking Talisman, the caster can use spiritual power to explore according to the residual breath, and everything within a radius of hundreds of miles will be displayed in the caster's sea of consciousness, without exception.
After hearing Yun Wanzhou's words, Xie Wuyang pondered for a moment and said, "Nightmare Stone shouldn't be in a place like this."
A probing gaze descended upon him. Xie Wuyang calmly raised his head and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze. "Master, do you think anything is wrong?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head. "I just never realized you knew so much."
"That's because I rarely went down the mountain with my master before, so no matter how many books I read, they were all useless. I just felt that the person who stole the Nightmare Stone would go to such great lengths to just resurrect an ordinary person. As for why they left clues elsewhere, they probably wanted us to see something there."
Xie Wuyang paused, frowned, and thought for a moment before suddenly looking up. "It suddenly occurred to me that Master has profound spiritual power. Perhaps we could use some risky methods."
"What method?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
"Let's follow the clues and take advantage of the situation. Instead of blindly searching for the Nightmare Stone, why not follow the intentions of the person who stole the Nightmare Stone and see what his real purpose is?" Xie Wuyang said, not wanting to turn back to ask Yun Wanzhou for his opinion. "What do you think, Master?"
Yun Wanzhou calmly looked away and nodded, "Alright. I'll give you a few more protective talismans."
His original aptitude was not high. Even though he put more effort into cultivation than others, he still only remained at the Qi Refining Stage.
He couldn't even own a spiritual weapon of his own. Therefore, unlike other disciples of Taoism, Xie Wuyang's hands were white and delicate, without any calluses from practicing martial arts or swordsmanship.
Yun Wanzhou was different. He was a swordsman with outstanding swordsmanship. He had been practicing for several years and had suffered countless injuries. His fingertips had automatically formed protection and had become a little rough.
The moment Yun Wanzhou's hand fell on Xie Wuyang's wrist, Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses from his surprise.
The thin callus caused a slight itch, causing Xie Wuyang to pull his wrist away involuntarily, but the hands on his wrists gently clasped together.
Xie Wuyang stopped struggling and nodded, "Then disciple would like to thank Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang felt something warm slowly flowing into his meridians until it spread throughout his body. When he looked down, he saw a small, not-so-obvious red dot on the wrist where Yun Wanzhou had touched.
What kind of spell was this? He had never heard of it before.
Xie Wuyang suddenly became interested, shook his wrist and asked, "What spell did Master cast?"
"It stores spiritual energy. Your spiritual energy is low, and I can't protect you all the time. I injected some spiritual energy into it, which can save your life at the critical moment."
As he spoke, Yun Wanzhou tapped it lightly with his fingertips, as if adding some more spiritual power into it.
After Yun Wanzhou let go of Xie Wuyang's wrist, Xie Wuyang rubbed his sore knuckles and pointed at the red dot with interest.
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang's interactions with Yun Wanzhou only stayed on the surface. He never explored further and never had the opportunity.
Xie Wuyang felt that the Immortal Venerable was arrogant and condescending, and that he was just like everyone else in the Immortal Sect, dull and rigid, and unable to adapt to changes.
It was not until now, when he opened his eyes and became this person's closed disciple, that Xie Wuyang realized that this was not entirely true.
This Immortal Venerable not only looks cold and boring, but also has many strange and bizarre methods.
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Just as Yun Wanzhou said, there was a dense patch of grass going down a small path southeast of Dashipo.
The area covered by the grass was very large, and it was extremely difficult to find the cave in this situation. Xie Wuyang squatted and observed for a while. When he was about to reach out to pull the grass, he suddenly remembered something and drew out Yun Wanzhou's sword.
When Yun Wanzhou subconsciously reached out to protect the sword, only the empty hilt was left.
Xie Wuyang expertly used his sword to pluck the roots of the grass, then tossed the remaining broken stems aside. Without changing his expression, he returned the sword, "Master, you're too tall to see clearly. This thing is the Resurrection Grass, it's deadly. Master, you wouldn't let your disciple do it with your bare hands, would you?"
The soul-breaking grass is similar to ordinary flowers and plants. If you don’t look closely, it is easy to confuse the two.
When Xie Wuyang first started practicing, he didn't recognize this thing and even cooked it into soup and ate it.
The result was that that night, Xie Wuyang was shaking with stomach pain all over. If he had not reached the Golden Elixir stage by then, he would have died long ago.
Later, in order to prevent himself from falling into the same pit twice, Xie Wuyang specially studied the difference between the soul-breaking grass and ordinary grass, and found that the leaves of the soul-breaking grass were sharper and lighter in color.
The entrance to this cave is narrow, and both of them have to turn sideways to enter.
This crowded and cramped environment lasted for a short distance before gradually becoming more spacious.
Spider webs hung down from the top of the cave, and old dust was floating around, choking Xie Wuyang and making him cough.
Looking at this poor quality environment, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but frown. He glanced at Yun Wanzhou's expression and realized that this environment had no effect on Yun Wanzhou.
The other person's face was calm, the illusion inside the cave was reflected in his black pupils, and his snow-white robe seemed out of place here.
This should be a natural cave. The ground and stone walls are bumpy and not smooth.
The cave is not small, it is even larger than the average cave, and the route is quite complicated.
In just a few steps, Xie Wuyang sprained his ankle several times because of his weak body.
In the end, Xie Wuyang learned his lesson and simply turned his gaze to Yun Wanzhou's feet and followed his steps closely.
Perhaps because Yun Wanzhou had been going down the mountain for many years to gain experience and had walked many rugged roads, Xie Wuyang was able to walk much more steadily after following him.
The spiritual power released by the tracking technique just now has reached its limit and dissipated somewhere unknown, so Yun Wanzhou applied some more.
Compared to Xie Wuyang's little broken grass, the talisman on the Immortal's forehead is much more useful.
They finally stopped walking until they squeezed out of a narrow path.
Taking this opportunity, Xie Wuyang calmly put away the dry grass in his hand.
His spiritual power was too weak, and he really didn't dare to use the spiritual power Yun Wanzhou gave him. He had finally found the breath of the Nightmare Stone, and he must not make any mistakes in the spell.
Fortunately, the direction given by the spiritual power in the dry grass was exactly the same as the direction Yun Wanzhou took him, which meant that Xie Wuyang's spell was half successful.
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