Bai Rou'er made a phone call while tidying her clothes: "I'm sorry, I wasn't feeling well just now and fell asleep."
As she spoke, she glared at Zhang Fan with her almond-shaped eyes, thinking it was all because Zhang Fan was too healthy.
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and said silently, "Not comfortable? Still not enough?"
Bai Rou'er's face turned bright red to the roots of her neck, and she packed her things and fled in a panic.
Zhang Fan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes for a short rest.
There was no movement from the Tianlongmen people; it was unclear whether they had been lured there.
He really wouldn't feel comfortable leaving if they were still in Jiangcheng.
Having waited so long without seeing any more spiritual energy or merit, and having already exhausted all his spiritual energy, he figured it would be better to find some more spiritual energy to cultivate.
Unlike before when he could only look with his eyes, he can now directly divine the direction.
Zhang Fan counted on his fingers as he ran wildly. He was about a hundred miles away from the place where there was a lot of spiritual energy.
After running for almost an hour, Zhang Fan finally arrived at the place the divination had predicted.
He looked around but saw no spiritual energy. He was taken aback. Could it be that his divination was inaccurate?
After all, divination requires the consumption of spiritual energy, but he no longer has any.
Undeterred, Zhang Fan continued searching nearby when he suddenly heard someone nearby. Judging from the footsteps, it didn't sound like an ordinary person.
He simply grabbed a tree with both hands and climbed up and down with alternating hands, as nimble as a monkey. In the blink of an eye, he had climbed up the tree, and the dense branches blocked his figure.
"Master, thank goodness you were here, otherwise we would have been deceived by that person!" A familiar voice.
It's Ning Qi!
"Who?" A strong voice suddenly rang out.
Zhang Fan immediately held his breath and tried to hide his body in the dense foliage.
Ning Qi and the others stood on tiptoe and looked up at the tree again and again, but they couldn't see anything. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, there's no one here. You must have misheard."
The old man stood under the tree, looking up and gazing around the branches, checking every step before slowly saying, "There's really no one here. Let's go."
The five people left, their footsteps fading into the distance.
Zhang Fan peeked out and narrowed his eyes slightly.
An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe, had his hair held up with a twig. From a distance, he appeared to be a Taoist immortal, but there was a faint black aura emanating from him, which was nauseating to look at.
Suddenly, the old man turned around and ran towards the tree where Zhang Fan was. He ran very fast, and it looked like he was drifting. In the blink of an eye, he was already under the tree.
He clung to the tree trunk with both hands and used his feet to climb up.
Although its speed is not as fast as Zhang Fan's, it is already very fast for an ordinary person.
As he climbed, he muttered, "Now let's see where you can run to!"
The old man climbed all the way to the treetop, only to be completely dumbfounded.
There wasn't a single ghost in sight, let alone a person.
Ning Qi craned his neck and asked, "Master, is anyone up there?"
"No." The old man reluctantly climbed down.
The tree trunk was rough, tearing a gash in his grey-blue Taoist robe.
"Damn it!" the Taoist priest couldn't help but curse.
After saying that, he realized it was wrong and immediately covered his mouth, forgetting that he was still in the tree, and fell hard on his bottom.
"Master, are you alright?" Ning Qi immediately ran over.
The old man waved his hand and said with a forced smile, "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell."
Ning Qi: "Master, you seem very tense and on edge. Has something serious happened?"
Master is behaving too strangely.
The old man's face was tense, and he didn't say a word.
Ning Qi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, please tell me. You haven't been down the mountain for twenty years because of your previous injury. There must be something important going on this time you're coming down."
"Master Jingxian, please tell me quickly."
The old man known as Jingxian clicked his tongue, finally unable to resist the pestering, and slowly said, "The Celestial Venerable made a prediction: someone capable of overthrowing the Heavenly Dragon Gate will emerge out of nowhere. My mission is to kill him!"
Ning Qi scoffed, "Who's so blind and arrogant! They think they can destroy the Heavenly Dragon Sect? I'll kick their head like a ball! I bet the Heavenly Venerable's prediction was wrong."
Jingxian's expression was serious: "You mustn't speak recklessly! When has the Heavenly Venerable ever considered himself to have made a mistake?"
Ning Qi quickly shut his mouth, bowed in one direction, and said awkwardly, "Heavenly Venerable, I didn't mean it. I was just trying to comfort myself."
Diao Yuan respectfully asked, "Master Jingxian, how can we find that person?"
Jingxian: "This person has three moles on the palm of his hand, making him easy to identify."
Ning Qi thought for a while and said, "Master, that's definitely not the person we fought. Both of his palms are white and have no moles."
Jing Xian: "Even if it wasn't him, I will still kill him for provoking my Heavenly Dragon Sect!"
Ning Qi gritted his teeth: "He deserves to die!"
Jingxian waved his hand: "Never mind, go and find out if there is any spiritual energy, that will help my illness."
"yes!"
After watching Jingxian and the others disappear from sight, Zhang Fan jumped down from another tree.
Judging from Jingxian's appearance, he knew he was a cunning and treacherous person who would surely turn back, so he immediately changed to another tree to squat on.
Zhang Fan's current level of cultivation is undetectable to anyone who isn't a cultivator. It seems that Jing Xian is also a cultivator, and his level is even higher than Zhang Fan's.
It turns out that Jingxian was also looking for spiritual energy, but they went in the wrong direction. It seems that the other party's divination ability is not very good.
This old man named Jingxian was also a cultivator, but his cultivation level was even higher than Jingxian's. The difference of one realm might not sound like much, but in reality, they were worlds apart.
Cultivating immortality is like studying. If becoming an immortal is like becoming an academician, then his Qi Refining stage is like elementary school. Immortals are at least one realm higher than him, or at the very least, junior high school students.
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