Chapter 184 Meeting at Qingliang Cave When the two returned to Qingliang Cave, it was nothing more than…
When the two returned to Qingliang Cave, the platform, which was only thirty or forty square meters in size, had been expanded to several hundred square meters and was filled with people.
From a distance, the various colors converge on the gray platform, creating a picture with a strong sense of artistry.
"They're here!" A woman who was chatting with Elder Qing in front of them looked over and said with a smile, "Alright, everyone, find a place to sit."
As soon as Sang Zhitao and her companion landed on the edge of the platform, they saw the crowd suddenly scatter.
Just as she was wondering what was going on, she saw seven or eight handsome people transform into various animal shapes.
A golden spirit deer walked to the tree, lay down, and yawned.
A dark-colored monkey did a somersault, flipping and leaping, and in a few moments flew up to the red tree, swinging its legs as it looked down at the crowd.
A pink rooster looked around, then jumped onto the top of the cool cave, shifted its body, and found a comfortable position to squat down.
Another pair of twins exchanged a glance and transformed into a pair of nimble bluebirds, then flapped their wings and flew up to a branch.
The leaves rustled, and a white tiger walked to the spirit deer, nudged it aside with its rear end, and then lazily lay down.
Linglu rolled its eyes and walked straight to another red heron, where it lay down.
The heron opened its eyes and saw that it was her, but it didn't care anymore and continued to stand to one side with its eyes closed.
This scene startled Sang Zhitao, but she understood that these must be members of the demon immortal clan.
Before she could even ask Qingyan, another group of people shuddered and transformed back into their original forms.
The prototypes of these people are even more interesting. The black, palm-sized blades of grass occupy the highest position, squeezing the pink rooster out of place.
The large white tree looked around, silently shrunk itself, and buried itself next to the cave.
A flower bigger than a person rolled its eyes at everyone and took up the largest spot on one side of the open space.
A few red grasses rolled their eyes at her, muttering amongst themselves as they gathered at the edge and took root.
Several others, now semi-transparent, squeezed beneath the large flower, using the petals to block the sunlight.
The changes in these two groups of people truly amazed Sang Zhitao, and she couldn't help but look forward to what changes would occur in the remaining people.
Unexpectedly, the remaining people, while looking at the group that had returned to their original forms with disgust, took out various soft cushions and couches and sat or lay down in a relaxed manner.
Several people were holding mirrors, rolling their eyes at the crowd, and together they raised the mirrors, managing to create a pure white mirror flower.
"This..." Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, unsure whether to say that everyone was really not polite or that these big shots were really down-to-earth.
Qingyan twisted his body and transformed into a chubby blue dragon, squeezing a path through the crowd and rushing directly to where Elder Qing and the woman were.
The woman hugged the dragon that had buried its head in her arms and stroked it gently, saying, "My darling has gotten thinner again."
Sang Zhitao twitched her lips, unable to understand how the almost barrel-sized Azure Dragon could be seen as thin.
As soon as Qinglan flew over, she noticed her nervousness at a glance and smiled as she stepped forward to pull her in front of Elder Qing and the woman: "This is Madam Luan."
"Hello, Madam Luan," Sang Zhitao greeted her with a smile.
Madam Luan smiled kindly, took Sang Zhitao's hand, looked her up and down, and then took out an embroidered pouch from her sleeve and handed it to her: "Good child, I don't have anything good here, but you can play with the things inside."
Sang Zhitao subconsciously looked at Qinglan, and seeing her nodding with a smile, she didn't say anything more. She took the embroidered pouch and thanked her again, "Thank you, Madam."
Madam Luan patted her head: "It's alright, they're all our own children."
Old Master Qing coughed lightly, interrupting Madam Luan before she could speak: "Madam."
Madam Luan paused, gave Elder Qing a meaningful look, but said nothing more.
Seeing that Elder Qing was about to speak, Qinglan immediately pulled Sang Zhitao behind the two of them.
At the front, Elder Qing introduced the world crisis and Sang Zhitao's clone to everyone.
Qinglan explained to Sang Zhitao why these people were so lazy.
“These are all leaders of their respective tribes, so they usually appear as reliable mentors. Only in the Cool Cave can they relax a little.”
“But unless it’s something serious, Qingliang Cave usually won’t let them come here, so whenever they have the chance to come here, they will turn back into their original forms and relax.”
Seeing Sang Zhitao nod obediently, Qinglan couldn't help but pinch her cheek: "Elder Qing has never liked the serious discussion scenes in the demon realm, so he also agreed that everyone can relax a bit when discussing matters."
Sang Zhitao suddenly realized what was happening and looked around at the people around her.
Seeing this, Qinglan explained to her, "Those that turned into spirit beasts are the demon immortals, those that turned into plants and phantoms are the spirits, those holding mirrors are the dreamers, and the rest are us humans."
"Tao Tao, come here for a moment." Qing Lan had just finished speaking when Elder Qing called out from the front.
Sang Zhitao obediently responded and quickly stepped forward.
"Good child, show everyone your Dao." Old Master Qing looked at her with a reassuring gaze.
Sang Zhitao nodded, and a flower grew from her palm.
For her, growing flowers was something she could do without even thinking about it, since there were so many flowers growing on Earth.
The tiny daisy trembled in her palm.
Suddenly, the people of all ethnic groups were greatly encouraged, their eyes fixed intently on the small flower.
Sang Zhitao was startled by the stares of the crowd and couldn't help but take a step back.
Seeing this, Madam Luan glanced at the crowd with displeasure.
Those she saw immediately lowered their heads and avoided her gaze.
Sang Zhitao finally felt less uneasy being stared at.
"Good child, take it back." Madam Luan smiled and tapped the little flower.
Slender, delicate fingers gently touched the small flower, but Sang Zhitao felt a tremor run through her body, as if her spiritual energy had been drained away in an instant, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Qingyan quickly transformed into human form to support her, while Qinglan behind her also hugged her tightly.
Lady Luan's expression changed drastically, and she flew back several steps, almost crashing into the heron behind her.
Seeing this, the others all took a few steps back, wishing they could draw a Milky Way between themselves and Sang Zhitao.
"What's going on?!" Qingyan looked at Elder Qing with a grim expression, gripping Sang Zhitao's hand tightly.
Old Master Qing frowned, his puzzled gaze also fixed on Madam Luan.
Madam Luan clutched her chest, taking a few breaths of relief, "It was my fault for not paying attention."
As she spoke, she took a few steps forward, but was still more than ten feet away from Sang Zhitao. Her cautious gaze swept over Sang Zhitao's palm.
"The Path of Life and Vitality that you cultivate, just like its name, gives all things a glimmer of life."
As she spoke, she looked at the flower in Sang Zhitao's palm, not daring to touch it again: "I have read in ancient books that every person who cultivates this path can use their own cultivation to repair the body of others, and can even help the other party break through the bottleneck of cultivation."
She frowned: "Everyone who cultivates this path uses a different method. I didn't expect you to be even more special."
"Is it...this flower?" Sang Zhitao asked hesitantly.
Madam Luan nodded: "Yes, your flower is the materialization of your cultivation, which can help others. I have old injuries and have been stuck in the fourth realm, so as soon as I touch it, it subconsciously helps me."
"The gap between us is too great, which is why I almost drained you dry."
Madam Luan silently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief: "Everyone is avoiding you not because they are afraid of you or dislike you, but because they are worried that you might accidentally bump into the flowers and affect them."
Upon hearing this, Sang Zhitao suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took the flowers back.
Seeing that she had withdrawn, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their previous positions.
Elder Qing frowned and looked at Sang Zhitao, reminding her repeatedly, "You must not display your flowers casually, especially not let the demon realm find out."
Before Sang Zhitao could reply, he turned to Qingyan and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to stay more than ten feet away from her!"
Qingyan nodded heavily, his arm instinctively wrapping around Sang Zhitao's waist.
"How about I..." Qinglan looked at Sang Zhitao with concern, then looked up at Elder Qing and was about to speak.
After thinking for a moment, Elder Qing said, "You will have some things to do for me later, so I'm afraid you won't be able to take care of Tao Tao. Qing Yan's cultivation is not weak. There are no more than three people in the Three Realms who can beat her, so there's no need to worry."
“But one of them is from the demon realm…” Qinglan still hesitated.
Elder Qing shook his head: "This matter concerns the survival of the Three Realms. I have already sent a message to him. He wouldn't be so foolish..."
Before he could finish speaking, Elder Qing felt uneasy again and looked at Madam Luan: "Madam, why don't you and I, along with the other speakers, work together to create a protective charm for Tao Tao?"
"I'll do as you say," Madam Luan agreed without hesitation.
The other decision-makers also nodded in agreement.
Then dozens of people acted simultaneously, transforming their cultivation into protective spells and casting them into the air.
Soon, a pink, palm-sized peach-shaped jade pendant appeared in mid-air.
Lady Luan reached out and caught the jade pendant that floated down, then carefully hung it around Sang Zhitao's neck.
"This jade pendant contains our best protective techniques. Even if those two from the demon realm and the mortal realm really have a grudge and attack you, they won't be able to harm you."
After thinking for a moment, she tapped the jade pendant again. The pendant flashed briefly before the light faded: "This way, it won't attract attention."
"How many times can this be used?" Sang Zhitao touched the jade pendant curiously, but was momentarily dazzled by its delicate pink color.
Madam Luan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's plenty."
Qingyan, who was standing nearby, had recovered and said with a smile, "The speakers not only entered protective spells, but also added a special contract."
As she spoke, she casually cast a spell: "With this contract, once your jade pendant runs out of energy, it will automatically draw energy from everyone else to replenish it, so as long as we don't die, no one can hurt you."
Sang Zhitao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She hadn't expected the people in the cultivation world to be so generous to her, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Old Master Qing smiled and patted her head, comforting her, "You're still a child. We already feel deeply guilty for placing our hopes for saving the world on you. If we can protect you, what does it matter if it costs a life?"
Qingyan hugged her and said, "Don't worry, those two from the demon realm and the mortal realm aren't that stupid. You have me to take care of the others. You might never need this in your life."
Hearing her say that, Sang Zhitao finally felt a little better.
After a brief discussion about what precautions each clan's cave dwelling should take, they finally mentioned arranging for disciples to go to the mortal realm to protect the mortals.
At this point, Elder Qing looked at Sang Zhitao and said, "We don't know where the crisis is coming from yet. Why don't you go and have some fun wherever you want? Everything will be as it should be."
"Since Tao Tao wants to play, why not go to the Demon Immortal Clan?" The golden spirit deer's voice was a soft female voice, and she looked at Sang Zhi Tao with concern in her deer eyes.
“She is Qingyan’s junior sister, and naturally a child of our Spirit Clan. She should go home first.” Da Hua shook the flower plate, and a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared on it, looking at Sang Zhi Tao with affection.
"She was the mentor of my demon immortal clan, and also a member of the divine beast clan. By all accounts, she should belong to our demon immortal clan. How did she become your spirit clan's?" The black monkey let out a light sneer from the tree.
"Since her master and fellow disciples are all from the Spirit Clan, of course she belongs to our Spirit Clan!" Mo Se Xiao Cao said coldly from the top of the cave.
The pink rooster next to her couldn't resist pecking at her, but she dodged it.
"If everything is attributed to your Spirit Clan, then we Demon Immortals might as well become the Spirit Clan too!" A very magnetic female voice came from the rooster's body.
“Sure, I don’t mind,” the white tree said with great interest.
"Ha!" the red heron replied dismissively.
The Dream Clan and the Human Clan exchanged glances, both watching the two clans vie for the prize with interest. Since it wasn't their turn anyway, watching the show was more important.
As a result, the two tribes fought even more fiercely.
Fortunately, Qingliang Cave had a rule against fighting, so the two tribes could only spit at each other, and the remaining people could only hug their belongings and hide.
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