Human World
Yanzhu stuffed a mouthful of steamed bun, puffed out her cheeks, and agreed: "It's okay, at most I can just take a few more digestion pills."
"Very good, very good. In this world of gods, apart from my family's man, Yanzhu is the only one who understands me. The gods either fast or drink wind and dew, and all of them turn into filthy debris."
"hiss!"
Yan Zhu was picking up a piece of meat when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness. The meat fell back into the pot. She raised her other hand and pressed on the solar plexus to relieve the discomfort caused by the sharp pain.
"What's wrong?"
Jin Huang quickly put down his chopsticks and asked, "Headache?"
The word "it's okay" was on the tip of her tongue, but Yan Zhu bit her lip and swallowed it, because a strange scene appeared uncontrollably in her sea of consciousness -
A city, a cloud of fog, a well, the rolling foul air engulfs everything, and heaven and earth weep together.
She felt as if she was being pulled into the underworld, but she knew that this was just an ordinary small town in the human world and not the underworld at all.
Yanzhu seemed to be trapped in a maze. Jinhuang frowned and raised his hands to gather his spirit. The next second, Yanzhu's shoulders trembled violently, he took a deep breath, and gradually regained consciousness.
After forming the elixir, Yan Zhu's perception of turbid air increased significantly, and he could even feel the turbid air in the human world.
Yan Zhu's face turned pale, and she was still frightened. She jumped up and said, "There is foul air in Lingquan Town in the human world. I have to go and deal with it."
Jin Huang's expression was solemn: "Qingxuan hasn't woken up yet, what should we do?"
"No problem, he's safe with the Heavenly Monarch. However, the turbid air in Lingquan Town is imminent. It's not just the turbid air, there were rumors about the Turbidity Suppression Division. I have to go check it out, lest there be more trouble."
"Never mind. I'll go with you."
Jinhuang followed Yanzhu and sent a message to Jiuli on the way.
After about a quarter of an hour, following the guide in Yanzhu's sea of consciousness, the two arrived at the gate of a city.
Looking at the bustling and normal life in the city, Yan Zhu was surprised: "Yes, it is this city."
The three familiar characters "Lingquan Town" were engraved on the city plaque, exactly the same as the picture in the sea of consciousness.
"It's just that this city is thriving and bustling,"
Jin Huang looked around and concluded, "Nothing unusual."
"No problem, since we are here, let's make the best of it. Let's go in and take a look."
Yan Zhu thought for a moment, and just as he took a step, another picture popped up in his mind: a strange well, surrounded by darkness and silence, and emitting a creepy smell everywhere.
"Something's wrong. There's a foul smell here, but something is blocking the detection of spiritual sense. I can't determine the exact location for the time being. There must be other people involved." Yan Zhu said.
Jin Huang looked puzzled. "I thought that after Yan Fan was eliminated, the two worlds would be peaceful for a while, but I didn't expect new strange things to happen again. What is the intention behind this? Are they really just using innocent people to experiment with the evolution of the spiritual spring?"
When the two arrived in the city, they saw that the streets were bustling with people and it was very lively.
Yanzhu stopped in front of a stall selling some strange stones.
Jin Huang glanced at it and said, "This is a Spirit Storage Stone, a low-level Spirit Stone that can temporarily store spiritual energy. It's considered a valuable item in the eyes of cultivators."
Yan Zhu nodded, looked up and looked around. Everything being bought and sold was related to Lingquan. Suddenly, she realized, "No wonder this place is called Lingquan Town."
The stall owner laughed heartily. "Young lady, you have good eyesight. You must be a cultivator. You must know that spiritual energy is becoming increasingly scarce, so spiritual stones are becoming increasingly valuable. You understand the principle of hoarding rare goods, don't you?"
The stall owner's clothing was so different from the clothes worn by the buyers on the street that Yan Zhu looked away and asked the stall owner, "Are there many outsiders in Lingquan Town?"
"Of course, Lingquan Town is most likely full of outsiders!"
Upon hearing this, the stall owner next to him shouted loudly, "Young lady, have you ever heard of the Nine-Layered Temple in the God Realm and the Spirit Spring City in the Human Realm?"
Jin Huang: “Really?”
The stall owner's enthusiasm faded a bit, and he said suspiciously, "You guys look handsome and have excellent roots. You must be cultivators, right? Then you should come to our Lingquan City!"
Jin Huang smiled and explained, "It doesn't matter if it's not. My two sisters heard that Lingquan Town has a secret that can help people cultivate, so we came here for the slim chance of cultivating the immortal path."
The stall owner nearby immediately made the decision, gushing, "Girls, you've made the right choice! One out of ten of these outsiders who come here for your praise will find an opportunity, the Life Spring, draw Qi into their bodies, and embark on the path to immortality, discovering the great way."
The surrounding buyers also noticed the situation here. The main reason was that although the two had already disguised themselves, they were beautiful like flowers and their temperament was difficult to conceal, which attracted passers-by to look at them frequently.
The stall owner introduced with a smile: "I believe you two have come to Lingquan Town for the Spiritual Festival in two days! On this Spiritual Festival, the chief priest will personally come forward, open his eyes, select the most talented cultivators, and give them the highest cultivation secrets!"
Jin Huang raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised: "So magical?"
A young man in white, elegant and graceful, waving a jade fan, stepped forward and said, "Those who come to Lingquan City to seek immortals and ask for advice are all from aristocratic families. I have heard of both the gods and the human race. You two... look a little unfamiliar."
Jin Huang smiled nonchalantly: "There are people beyond people, and there are heavens beyond heavens. It is understandable that you don't know."
Yan Zhu chuckled. The young man in white spoke rudely, and Jin Huang did not give in.
The strong-dressed young man next to the white-clothed man had a bad face and was about to attack when he was stopped by him: "Big Head, how many times have I told you not to be violent all the time? You should learn to be gentle with women. What's more, what the beauty said makes sense."
"I am Xuanyuan Lang from the God Clan. Nice to meet you two fellow Taoists. We are new to Lingquan City."
The man in white bowed and saluted, "Bighead is a reckless person. I'm sorry for offending you all. Please bear with me."
Yanzhu looked up and was surprised. He was the second person with pure spiritual spring besides Qingxuan.
She looked at the guards behind Xuanyuan Lang who were dressed in various monk costumes. There was a huge group of people there. Were they all there to protect Xuanyuan Lang?
"It turns out to be the Xuanyuan royal family of the gods."
Jin Huang nodded. Seeing that the man was well-spoken, she said politely, "No problem. I'm Jin Huang, and this is Yan Zhu."
As soon as he finished speaking, a riot broke out from far away.
"ah--"
As soon as he finished speaking, a foul smell came out from nowhere, breaking the surrounding liveliness. The street was suddenly in chaos and people fled in all directions.
Although the rules of heaven clearly forbid immortals from using magic power when they descend to the mortal world, Yan Zhu caught a glimpse of Jin Huang secretly taking action to protect the innocent children and prevent them from being trampled by the crowd.
Jin Huang transmitted the message: Don't worry, Gui Zang is in charge of the Divine Law Temple, so just ask him to go easy on the punishment. Besides, I don't have much time left, so what if the Heavenly Dao knows? You deal with the turbid air, and leave the rest to me.
To a certain extent, Jinhuang and Yanzhu get along well because they are both rebellious and follow their own will.
Yan Zhu suppressed her reluctance and nodded. It was not difficult to deal with the turbid air, but... she wanted to know if there was any way to fight against the turbid air in the human world.
After all, there are many cultivators behind Xuanyuan Lang, all of whom have many magic weapons on them, and they look like reliable people.
She secretly made hand gestures with one hand while observing the movement of the turbid air. It was obvious that its target was Xuanyuan Lang, most likely because of the pure spiritual spring on his body.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Lang is a delicious meal for the turbid air and also a target of action.
The guards and monks were in a state of chaos. Ordinary formations, talismans, and various magical instruments were used in turn. Finally, the foul air was dispersed and the color faded slightly...
Among them, the Taoist guard stroked his beard and said in disbelief: "It's done! It's finally done!"
Xuanyuan Lang, hiding behind the guards, finally let go of his worries. "I'll reward you when I get back. It seems the high priest's prediction was correct. This trip will surely turn misfortune into good fortune."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"The high priest is right."
Everyone mistakenly thought the black fog had dissipated immediately, but it re-gathered the next second, even thicker than before...
Guard: "What's going on?! How did it get stronger? Why is this thing so hard to kill?!"
Yan Zhu secretly observed that the existing magic in the human world was ineffective against the turbid air, and the spiritual power contained in the magic weapons would feed back to the turbid air, making it even more rampant.
"It's all over. Where's the High Priest's promise of turning misfortune into good fortune and receiving help from a noble person?"
Xuanyuan Lang saw the black fog rushing towards his face again, and subconsciously closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, the expected pain did not come, and he heard a cry of exclamation in his ears.
"Your Highness, this woman..."
Xuanyuan Lang opened his eyes and saw a hazy, porcelain-white face. Between him and her was only the foul air from her unsuccessful struggle, and the latter, restrained by her ten fair fingers... immediately became listless, without any trace of her previous arrogance.
Yan Zhu glanced at Xuanyuan Lang's stunned face, frowned slightly, then exerted a little force with her palm, and the trapped turbid air was instantly purified with a "hissing" whimper.
The moment the foul air disappeared, the haze no longer obstructed his vision. Xuanyuan Lang could clearly see Yan Zhu's stunning features. It was as if something was thumping, and his ears turned red...
"Thank you very much... Thank you very much for saving my life, may I ask your name?"
Xuanyuan Lang's younger brother whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, did you forget what Miss Jinhuang just introduced? This is Miss Yanzhu."
Yan Zhu pretended not to hear, her eyes as calm as water, like a gentle summer breeze: "It's just a small favor."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the cultivators, guards, and others behind Xuanyuan Lang, handed them a piece of paper with the images of the Turbidity Trapping Formation and the Soul-Calming Formation, and said concisely, "Your magic is useless against turbid air. This is a formation that restrains turbid air."
The white-bearded Taoist priest beside Xuanyuan Lang took the blueprint and examined it carefully. Suddenly, his cloudy eyes lit up. "This... is a masterpiece of heaven. I wonder where the young lady's master came from? Who created this formation?"
"A nobody." After saying that, Yan Zhu turned around and left.
Xuanyuan Lang hurriedly followed Yan Zhu's footsteps.
"Why are you following me?" Yan Zhu turned around and asked.
The man blushed, scratched his head, and said slowly, "I see... Miss Yanzhu feels very safe... Because of this weird thing, I haven't slept well in a long time..."
The corners of Yanzhu's mouth twitched.
Jin Huang smiled and changed the subject: "Master Xuanyuan, have you found a place to stay?"
Xuanyuan Lang immediately responded, "The best inn in Lingquan Town is the Worry-Free Inn. The Xuanyuan royal family reserves superior rooms there every year. If you two ladies don't mind, please follow me."
Jin Huang groaned, "How sorry! We are outsiders, how can we take advantage of you?"
"Miss Yanzhu saved my life, how can you be an outsider? Please don't refuse."
Xuanyuan Lang said hurriedly, his voice filled with earnestness, "Follow me this way."
Jin Huang reluctantly said, "Thank you, Master Xuanyuan."
He turned around, pulled Yan Zhu and followed Xuanyuan Lang.
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