Chapter 99 Spring Deep Terrace.
In the end, no one touched him, and the boatman breathed a sigh of relief, because he felt that the gloomy-looking young man in front of him might pry open his mouth at any moment and make him swallow him whole.
We can't afford to offend them, we can't afford to offend any of them.
If you're wondering why you can avoid touching it with your hands, that's simple too.
Because this is the cultivation world, there is nothing that cultivators cannot do.
Anyway, the final result was probably a happy one for everyone. However, for some reason, the girl seemed a little unhappy. The boatman guessed it might be because she didn't get to see the young man get his comeuppance.
Meanwhile, the girl who was being questioned about why she was unhappy was examining the items the boatman had handed over.
An ordinary-looking compass, which looked old and broken.
She immediately glanced at the boatman with a complicated expression and said, "Do you really think I would steal something like this from you?"
That's a bit absurd.
The boatman grunted, not really wanting to talk to her, and continued, "I always said people these days judge others by their appearance, especially young lady like you. Do you know how precious this thing is? I said I could take you to find the Returning Origin Grass because of it."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan adopted an attentive and respectful demeanor.
The boatman stopped talking, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.
Meng Chiwan wasn't in a hurry and quietly watched his performance.
The boatman transmitted some demonic energy into the Miasma-Breaking Disc, and the pointer on the disc began to rotate, eventually slowly stopping in one direction.
Meng Chiwan followed the pointer in that direction but found nothing. The boatman, however, immediately set off.
"Let's go, the Rejuvenating Grass is in that direction." Seeing that she didn't seem to be following, the boatman turned around and said.
Meng Chiwan followed with some skepticism. Could there really be such a magical artifact? Anyway, the book didn't mention it.
But there is also a saying that it is better to have no books than to believe everything in them.
In the swamp, he was completely different from when he first entered the Desolate Abyss.
When they first entered the desolate abyss, the boatman wished he could stay between the two of them, neither leading the way nor trailing behind, to ensure his own safety.
But now, in the swamp, perhaps because he was too confident in the magic weapon in his hand, he not only took the lead, but also seemed completely unconcerned about encountering any danger.
Meng Chiwan followed behind, quite content with her freedom, knowing that if anything were to happen, she wouldn't be the first to die.
It was only by following behind him that I discovered that the Poison-Breaking Plate truly had miraculous effects in this area.
Originally, swamps were impassable, but with the Miasma-Breaking Plate, those impassable areas within a certain range have become solid ground. There's no need to expend more spiritual energy to solidify the ground.
In addition, it seems to be able to automatically dispel the fog around them and indicate the way forward.
The boatman was quite pleased with himself, but when he turned around and saw Meng Chiwan's nonchalant expression, he felt insulted and said, "You don't think this broken miasma plate of mine is only good for this much, do you? Just wait and see, I spent a fortune to get this!"
To be honest, he looks like a peacock with its tail feathers spread out now.
Meng Chiwan nodded obediently and said, "Please perform to your heart's content."
After some time, they had been walking through the swamp for a while, but hadn't found anything. Not to mention the Rejuvenating Grass, she hadn't even seen a single herb.
However, she does have some authority when it comes to patience.
Let's wait a bit longer. Haste makes waste.
She followed along leisurely, showing none of the nervousness one would expect from someone visiting for the first time. It was more like she was calmly surveying her territory.
Fortunately, not long after, something different finally appeared.
A cloud of mist obscured the view ahead, and the rolling miasma resembled clouds slowly drifting in the sky.
The boatman stopped and summoned the Miasma-Breaking Disc, tentatively using it to clear away the fog. However, after a long while, even though his demonic energy was almost depleted, the fog did not respond as expected.
It's broken?
Meng Chiwan raised an eyebrow, released her divine sense, and discreetly examined the fog.
Before long, she withdrew her divine sense, her face becoming more solemn.
When her consciousness first entered the fog, it was clear and bright inside, as if the surrounding fog did not exist. But after only a moment, the surroundings began to become murky, squeezing her consciousness out of it.
This is getting tricky.
The fact that it could squeeze out her consciousness suggests that what was inside was no ordinary thing.
The boatman retrieved the talisman.
Meng Chiwan originally thought the boatman would look frustrated and embarrassed, but an expression she never expected appeared on his face.
He had a smile on his face, a joyful smile, a satisfied and smug smile, like a male peacock that had found its mate.
She heard him say, word by word, "We've found the Rejuvenating Grass."
So this is how he meant to find the Returning Origin Grass.
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Meng Chiwan said, "Should we just go in and get it? We might not be able to come out unscathed."
The boatman said, "Of course we won't go straight in. If we did, what would be the point of bringing the miasma-breaking plate?"
After saying that, he handed the Broken Miasma Plate to Meng Chiwan, and then continued, "However, this time you probably can't avoid touching this Broken Miasma Plate."
Meng Chiwan pursed her lips, cast a few more cleansing spells, took the miasma-dispelling plate, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
The boatman said, "Infuse it with spiritual energy."
Meng Chiwan looked up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her expression inscrutable.
The boatman looked at her and sneered, "You never intended to hide it from me, so why are you looking at me like that now? I can barely keep my own life, and I might not even make it out of the Desolate Abyss alive. Why would I be afraid of you saying anything out of line?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the young man standing beside Meng Chiwan, but ultimately did not speak his true feelings aloud. He only muttered to himself that he felt the greatest threat to his life came from this seemingly kind young man.
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan smiled faintly and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of what you might say when you go out. I'm just annoyed by your constant act of pretending to be stupid."
Boatman: "...Then you should report this to the Immortal Alliance."
Meng Chiwan said, "I will definitely report it."
Despite saying this, she still looked away and channeled her spiritual energy into the Poison-Breaking Plate.
The spiritual energy circulates once within the spiritual vein, and is then slowly released, flowing gently across the Poison-Breaking Plate, eventually enveloping the entire plate.
The pointer on it went out of control the moment it came into contact with the spiritual energy, spinning wildly.
Meng Chiwan had a sudden inspiration and felt that this might be related to the forging principle of the Poison-Breaking Plate.
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Chiwan felt that nearly half of her spiritual power had been depleted before she finally saw results.
The Broken Miasma Plate had shed its previous dull and tattered protective coloration, and now it shimmered with various colors of light. If she saw it now, she really would take it.
But no matter how she looked at it, she felt that this thing had absorbed her spiritual power and turned it into an ornament.
Seeing that he had succeeded, the boatman reached out to take it back, but Meng Chiwan pulled it back into her palm and said, "What should we do next?"
The boatman, breathless and unable to catch his breath, but restrained by the two men's tyranny, said, "Now we can use it to dispel the miasma."
Meng Chiwan immediately followed suit and began to break the miasma.
The fingers deftly form hand seals to dispel miasma through the miasma-dispelling disc.
The advantage of having high cultivation is that the process proceeds very smoothly, unlike the boatman's struggle earlier.
The miasma quickly dissipated, the fog lifted, and the Guiyuan Grass, which had been shrouded in mist, finally revealed its true form.
It's a small plant with thin stems and no obvious branches.
It was so ordinary that it looked like any other ordinary weed in the world, and it didn't even look like any other weed.
It seemed fragile enough to withstand any wind or rain; it was protected by this miasma and never saw the light of day.
Finally, she saw the legendary Returning Origin Grass, but Meng Chiwan's first reaction was not to reach out and pick it, but to feel that something was amiss.
It's too easy to get what we want; something's not right.
So she asked, "What do we do now?"
The boatman said, "Go and get it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the disbelieving look in Meng Chiwan's eyes, and then said, "What are you afraid of? Actually, it's no use being afraid now. Having come this far and seen the true nature of the Guiyuan Grass, there is no turning back."
Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't open his mouth anymore.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision suddenly went completely black until a dim candlelight appeared before her, allowing her to see her surroundings clearly.
It's as if the scene has been switched again for her.
At that moment, a little girl with loose hair and wearing a nightgown was holding a candlestick and looking at her with a puzzled expression.
The little girl looked to be only about ten years old, with some chubby cheeks that still retained a childlike innocence.
Before she could speak, the little girl asked, "Who are you?"
Meng Chiwan tried to figure out what was going on, glancing around but to no avail. She had no choice but to turn her attention back to the little girl.
She said, "I don't know either. Maybe it's a god who appeared here to save you?"
The little girl chuckled: "If you're trying to scam me, you've come to the wrong place. My place is empty, there's nothing here."
As she spoke, she turned around and lit the candlesticks one by one.
She seemed completely unguarded, whether she thought Meng Chiwan posed no threat to her or simply didn't care whether she was a threat or not.
It wasn't until the entire space was completely lit up that Meng Chiwan could finally see the little girl's features clearly.
She looks somewhat like her when she was young.
But in that instant, she also understood what the little girl meant by coming to the wrong place.
Just as she said, the space was large, but apart from a clean couch, there was nothing there. It was empty and desolate; even a thief would have to sigh and leave some alms.
"Little girl, where is this place?" Meng Chiwan asked calmly, without commenting on the other family's economic situation.
The young girl turned around slowly, a sincere smile on her face: "Spring Deep Terrace."
Meng Chiwan searched her mind carefully for those three words, but unfortunately, she couldn't find anything.
Spring Deep Terrace.
It didn't sound like a place so shabby that it had nothing but a bed.
"Besides me, did you see anyone else?" Meng Chiwan asked.
The girl thought for a moment and said, "I haven't seen them yet, but if they sneaked up here like you, I think they're probably in grave danger."
Meng Chiwan was a little confused: "What do you mean?"
"It means they were probably captured by the guards outside."
What would happen if they were arrested?
"I don't know either, but I might never see you again." The girl said calmly, then turned to look in one direction and continued, "If you don't leave now, you might also be in grave danger."
Meng Chiwan followed her gaze and immediately felt a headache coming on.
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