Chapter 318
Nine-color holy flower
"Win, win?"
The audience present were all in disbelief at this result.
It is not uncommon to challenge opponents of higher levels. Even in the Great Thousand Worlds, there are many people who can win in battles across a larger realm.
But at this stage of the Tribulation Period, there are relatively few cases. Anyone who can accomplish such a feat must be a world-famous genius, right?
What's more, the other party was a cultivator from the lower realm who ascended to the Mahayana stage, which was a little unbelievable.
"Fellow Daoist Ling actually won?!"
"I can't believe it. Taoist Wuwang was obviously going for the reward. He would never let it go. But he still lost?"
"Fellow Daoist Ling's moves are truly unique. The last move has the rudiments of an immortal-level spell."
"He was able to comprehend immortal-level magic in the middle stage of the tribulation. Even if it was only a rudimentary form, his comprehension was extremely high."
"And there is the spirit beast named 'Ah Hei'. If I am not mistaken, it was the spirit beast's secret technique that caused the chaos at the critical moment."
"What kind of secret technique is that? I am well-informed, how come I have never heard of it?"
"I guess this is another secret technique unique to the lower world. I didn't expect the spirit beast world could come up with so many tricks. Tsk!"
“…”
Fairy Baicao was also shocked and surprised by the result.
She knew that the two men had taken the magic fruit. After all, they were fruits she grew herself, so it was impossible for her to sell them all. She would always keep some for herself.
After taking the fairy fruit, there will be a fairy aura in your body.
It is easier for him to comprehend immortal-level spells and techniques than ordinary cultivators.
But she didn't expect it to be so fast. This person was only in the middle stage of tribulation and had only been taking the immortal fruit for a thousand years, but his spells could even rival the power of immortal-level spells.
Ling Mochen's comprehension is indeed good.
"I really underestimated them. They are worthy of being cultivators for whom even the Heavenly Dao opens a back door." After a long while, Fairy Baicao sighed softly.
There was just a hint of embarrassment in her tone. She didn't expect that even a great immortal like her could make mistakes.
Yan Qingyan also heard the discussions around her. When she heard those people talking about "taking the back door" all the time, she didn't even bother to get angry.
Is it jealousy? Or envy?
There is also contempt and disdain.
Never mind. Cultivating immortals is all about constantly comparing yourself with your past self.
Instead of spending time arguing with these people about the issue of ascension, it would be better to focus on dual cultivation... Oh no, practice.
When I pass the immortal tribulation earlier than you, who dares to say anything more?
The barrier of the stadium was finally opened, and the spiritual energy in the stadium overflowed and dissipated into the audience seats.
Yan Qingyan's nose twitched, and she thought, Mo Chen was indeed seriously injured.
It's just that the other one was more seriously injured.
Yan Qingyan flashed in front of Ling Mochen and grabbed his wrist.
Sensing a familiar scent, Ling Mochen breathed a sigh of relief.
This game was so difficult.
"Let's go back first." Yan Qingyan glared at him and said in a voice transmission, "I'll talk to you when we get back. If you can't beat me, just admit defeat. It's just a match. Why are you showing off?"
Ling Mochen smiled bitterly. The photo stone in your hand is always on. I also want to leave a handsome performance for myself, right?
Besides, so many immortal crystals were bet.
"Hmph, go back and heal your wounds. I have prepared a ten-fold tonic fruit and a special treasure for you."
Speaking of the 'special treasure', Yan Qingyan chuckled.
I'm really looking forward to Ling Mochen's expression when he sees it.
If he could quietly create a quasi-immortal-level spell, why couldn't she also quietly do something big?
Yan Qingyan seemed to have forgotten about the fairy crystal, and was about to leave for her residence while supporting Ling Mochen.
Ling Mochen was stunned.
Did Qingyan forget something?
Ling Mochen grabbed Yan Qingyan and said, "Qingyan, the fairy crystal..." You haven't taken it yet.
Yan Qingyan: ...
When did Mo Chen become more obsessed with money than her?
Yan Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and snorted, "Alright, I'll go get it in my own way."
As he spoke, a soul clone walked out of Yan Qingyan's body and flew towards the gambling street with chips in hand.
Ling Mochen smiled.
He had worked hard to achieve this, using up all his cards.
I'll give Ah Hei some chicken legs when I get home.
Yan Qingyan glared at him and said unhappily, "Still laughing? You're almost foaming at the mouth."
Why didn’t I realize that Mo Chen loves to show off so much before?
Ling Mochen was stunned and subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.
Clean and tidy.
Ling Mochen: ...
“Ahahahahahahahahahahaha——” Yan Qingyan laughed wildly.
Ling Mochen remained silent, looking at the photo stone in Yan Qingyan's hand.
The scene just now should not have been recorded, right?
......
A quarter of an hour later, the two returned to the Lingtian barrier.
In the retreat room.
Ling Mochen had already taken the healing pill and was about to sit cross-legged to heal his injuries.
Yan Qingyan pushed the man down.
"Tsk~ Your method of healing is outdated. You're still meditating?" There was a hint of anticipation in Yan Qingyan's eyes.
Ling Mochen was stunned. Outdated?
Isn't this the way to heal injuries? He has already taken the healing pill, and the next step is to refine the medicinal power.
Only by meditating and practicing qigong can the medicinal properties of the pill be better exerted throughout the body, but what can you do while lying down?
Ling Mochen's dizzy head seemed to be suddenly startled, and he looked at Yan Qingyan with a strange look.
She said softly, "Qingyan, now is not a good time..."
His injuries were not serious, but it was still daytime.
Yan Qingyan rolled her eyes at him in annoyance, "What are you thinking about?"
Why was her image in Mo Chen's eyes becoming more and more weird?
Ling Mochen was stunned. No?
What does Qingyan want to do?
Seeing Ling Mochen's expression, Yan Qingyan became so angry that she wanted to faint.
When they were in the Tianxuan Realm, the two of them had a good understanding of each other. How come after coming to the Daqian Realm, only one thing remained of this tacit understanding?
"I'll show you something good." Yan Qingyan didn't keep the audience in suspense and went straight to the point.
"Oh?" Ling Mochen's eyes flashed with anticipation. What good stuff?
He couldn't see all places in the space. At least some places served as Qingyan's private treasury, and only Qingyan could enter and exit freely.
He knew that Qingyan had been secretly doing something in the past few hundred years, but he didn't know what it was.
I've always been curious.
Yan Qingyan smiled mysteriously.
The next moment, a beautiful spiritual plant with seven colors appeared in her hand.
No, it shouldn’t be called spiritual plant.
Ling Mochen's eyes blurred, and he saw clearly the thousand-year-old nine-color in Yan Qingyan's hand... No!
It’s not the thousand-year-old nine-color sacred flower!
"This is?!"
Ling Mochen was surprised and his body shook violently.
This breath... just by smelling it, he felt that his injuries were getting better quickly, and the effect was even better than the top-grade healing pill he had just taken!
Fairy spirit, fairy plant!
"Surprised, right? This is the result of hundreds of years of hard work by me!"
“In the Tianxuan Realm, the Nine-Colored Sacred Flower can only bloom for a thousand years and will wither after ten thousand years. Even if I use my wood energy to cultivate it, it can only barely maintain the state of a ten thousand year spiritual plant.”
“But the Great Thousand Worlds are different. The immortal spirit here can allow the thousand-year-old nine-color holy flower to break free from its confinement and grow into a ten-thousand-year-old nine-color holy flower.”
“But it’s not enough!”
"Since I can cultivate immortal fruits, why can't I cultivate a new immortal plant from an ordinary spiritual plant?"
"I once secretly went to the nearby mountains and found a dying spiritual beast. Tsk, just by smelling the scent of this magical plant, the spiritual beast's injuries have been greatly healed..."
"How is it? Smell it more. Isn't its healing effect excellent? I'll eat it soon and then have a good sleep. This will save you the trouble of healing slowly!"
Ling Mochen listened quietly, with turbulent waves rising in his heart.
He knew that Qingyan was extremely talented in cultivating spiritual plants, but he didn't expect that he could actually cultivate new immortal plants from ordinary spiritual plants!
The whole body is filled with fairy spirit, it is definitely a fairy plant!
Ling Mochen nodded heavily.
He did feel that his injury was improving rapidly.
"Qingyan, have you given it a name?" Ling Mochen asked.
Now that it has become an immortal plant, it can no longer be called by its previous name.
Yan Qingyan curled her red lips and gently uttered its name.
"Nine-color holy fairy flower."
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