"The Holy Mountain still holds something of mine in its heart," Han Qianling told Luo Jiujiang last night. "The Holy Land has reopened after only fifteen years because of this—it's calling me. When I go and retrieve my belongings this time, there will be no more holy lands that only last once every century."
Luo Jiujiang followed up Han Qianling's words and asked, "What is it?"
"A little bit of...Dao Yuan." Han Qianling paused, his mouth shut. A hint of ambiguity gradually emerged on his face. "That's what helped me enter the Nascent Soul stage."
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In the following period of time, perhaps because he had talked everything out with Luo Jiujiang, Han Qianling's aura towards the outside world became softer than before.
This caused Feng Xue to glance at the two of them in horror from time to time, and the look in her eyes when she was looking at Han Qianling from behind became increasingly strange. She didn't know what kind of definition she had given to this in her mind.
After months of walking through the night according to Han Qianling's instructions, the holy land finally welcomed a new day. When he saw the bright red clouds of the rising sun once again leaping across the sky, even Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Along with the day comes the spring of the holy land.
According to Han Qianling, the temperature in the Holy Land doesn't fluctuate much throughout the year, so the scenery doesn't differ significantly. However, in spring, the air begins to green, wind and rain arrive from the east, and the various plants and trees begin to bloom. The treetops are filled with the chirping of insects, creating a truly magnificent scene.
Han Qianling originally led them westward, but when they reached a certain valley, he led the team along the edge of the valley and made a big turn to the south.
The Holy Mountain lies at the heart of the Holy Land, a naturally ideal location for their target. Han Qianling's itinerary had been inexplicably altered, and everyone could see that they hadn't gotten closer to the Holy Land, but had in fact moved further away.
Everyone felt something was amiss, but only Luo Jiujiang dared to ask - there was really no other way. Although they had been together for more than half a year, Han Qianling's leadership position was becoming increasingly solid, and his authority was increasing dramatically every day.
Perhaps due to his upbringing, Han Qianling didn't give others a strong sense of "humanity." During that time in darkness, Han Qianling's powerful ability to predict the future of the Holy Land inadvertently deepened this impression.
The result of this view was immediate: if Han Qianling gave an order, the entire team would obey it. However, unless it was necessary, no one would want to come up to Han Qianling and say a word to him for ten days or so.
——His connection with the human world was so weak that Luo Jiujiang would sigh inwardly whenever he saw him: No wonder Qianling still viewed the world as "a bunch of mushrooms that I really wanted to pull out, but I could still restrain myself from being impulsive..."
This shrunken head style is indeed quite mushroom-like.
"Qianling, have we been traveling south for three days to take a shortcut?"
"No. When I was in the Suzaku Realm, I once promised Miss Feng Xue a magical medicine." Han Qianling smiled slightly, "Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise."
As the two of them were asking and answering each other, Feng Xue was less than five steps away from them. When she heard this, she was startled and suddenly raised her head, just in time to meet Han Qianling's polite yet distant smiling eyes.
The man smiled at her, his tone quite gentle, and he was patiently answering Luo Jiujiang's series of questions: "No, the elixir is for Miss Fengren. Well, I guess it should be useful. Of course, no matter what the result is, we can always give it a try now."
Although Han Qianling always answered Feng Xue's questions and treated him with courtesy, he only promised Feng Xue one thing, and that was the small blade.
He had promised to find "medicine" for Xiao Ren in the holy land, which might be able to cure Xiao Ren's mental state.
For a moment, it seemed as if a bucket of boiling water was poured into Feng Xue's chest, and hot bubbles emerged.
As for Han Qianling, in Feng Xue's eyes, he instantly changed from an annoying little goblin with questionable age, perverted emotions, countless cards up his sleeve, and the primary ambition being Stoka, into a simple, honest, amiable and handsome young man.
Look at this guy with thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Feng Xue thought with great satisfaction: Reliable, down-to-earth, he won't betray the revolution at first glance!
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After the group trekked for another afternoon, Han Qianling led them to the mouth of the stream. They took a muddy path with sparse vegetation and meandered down along the winding road.
The mountains were strewn with strange rocks and caves, and a deep stream ran between the two walls, perpetually shrouded in mist. In the stream, a variety of flowering trees took root along the cliffs. Whenever the wind blew through the stream, petals of various colors, from pink and white to pale orange, fluttered down, half falling into the stream and half disappearing into the bottom. It was truly a breathtaking sight.
It's often said that a riot of color can be dazzling, but the sheer number of caves, large and small, dotting the ravine walls on either side truly dazzles. Han Qianling remained composed, his gaze slowly scanning the caves, each seemingly identical except for the shape and number of the stone piles at their entrances. Everyone present held their breath, daring not to disturb him. After about half a minute, Han Qianling fixed his gaze on one of the caves and said slowly, "This is it."
Someone in the team was incredibly curious. After hesitating for a moment, they finally took the initiative and respectfully asked Han Qianling, "Palace Master Han, do you have the ability to distinguish between all spiritual herbs?"
Han Qianling was not reluctant to answer this question - in fact, as long as someone asked a question, he would usually answer it, but the answer might be gentle, sincere, cold, sarcastic, etc. depending on the current context and the other person's identity.
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