Chapter 44 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (9)
His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, but he could only watch Feng Ziang walk up to him.
Feng Ziang looked down at Chu Kuang, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.
He bent down, slowly took off Chu Kuang's storage bag, and then took away all the valuable things on his body, even the jade pendant around his waist.
After doing all this, Feng Ziang clapped his hands and said contemptuously: "This is the result of your greed."
Chu Kuang could only watch helplessly as his treasures were snatched away, his eyes filled with despair and anger, but he was powerless to resist.
Feng Ziang ignored him and turned to walk towards the depths of the dangerous area, leaving behind only an indifferent back.
"Wait..." Chu Kuang shouted hoarsely, using up his last bit of strength.
Feng Ziang ignored Chu Kuang's desperate cries and walked straight into the depths of the dangerous area.
Thick miasma swirled around him, but it couldn't erode him in the slightest.
He walked with a steady step and a sharp gaze, like a king patrolling his territory.
To him, this dangerous place was no longer a trap full of dangers, but a treasure trove waiting for him to explore.
After walking for about half an hour, Feng Ziang stopped in front of a hidden cave.
The entrance to the cave is covered by dense vines, and it is difficult to detect its existence without careful observation.
A strange energy wave came from deep in the cave, attracting Feng Ziang's attention.
He pushed aside the vines and walked carefully into the cave.
The cave was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Feng Ziang circulated his spiritual power, and a cluster of blue flames ignited at his fingertips, illuminating the road ahead.
As he went deeper, the space inside the cave gradually opened up, and a rich aura of spiritual energy filled his face, making him feel relaxed and happy.
At the deepest part of the cave, a bead emitting dazzling light was suspended in the air, slowly rotating like a miniature sun.
This is the rare treasure in the dangerous place - the Lingzhu!
Feng Ziang held his breath and slowly approached the Lingzhu.
At the moment his fingertips touched the Lingzhu, there was a sudden violent vibration in the cave.
The surrounding rock walls began to collapse and the ground began to shake violently, as if the whole world was about to topple over.
Feng Ziang was startled and quickly put the Lingzhu into his storage bag.
The moment the Lingzhu was put away, the vibration stopped abruptly.
The environment inside the cave has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
The originally dense miasma disappeared, replaced by fresh and pleasant air.
Those restrictions hidden in the dark also disappeared one after another, as if they had never existed.
Feng Ziang knew that he had obtained a great opportunity.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned around and left the cave.
After leaving the dangerous place, Feng Ziang found a secluded place and began to refine the Lingzhu.
The Spirit Pearl contained a huge amount of energy. As it was refined, Feng Ziang's cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds, and he soon broke through to the late stage of Qi refining.
He felt the spiritual energy filling his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
A few days later, Feng Ziang arrived at the foot of a towering mountain.
The mountain peaks rise high into the clouds, shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.
At the foot of the mountain, people were bustling and lively.
These people are independent cultivators from various places. They all have the same dream, hoping to enter the immortal gate and become a real immortal cultivator.
Feng Ziang looked at the bustling crowd in front of him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and murmured to himself: "Xianmen, here I come..." He took a step forward and walked towards the crowd, but was suddenly bumped by someone.
A slightly apologetic voice sounded in his ears: "Sorry..." Feng Zi raised his head and saw a man in white clothes with a cold temperament standing in front of him.
The man had beautiful features and was extremely handsome. He was exactly what he had been thinking about day and night...
In the bustling crowd, Feng Ziang saw the familiar figure in white at a glance.
He Yushu is still as cool and aloof as ever, like a banished immortal who has never been tainted by the mundane world.
His heart skipped a beat. Feng Ziang was about to step forward, but was dispersed by the surging crowd. When he looked for He Yushu again, he had disappeared.
The feeling of loss passed by in a flash, and Feng Ziang quickly adjusted his mentality. The purpose of his trip was to enter the Immortal Gate. Only in this way would he have the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with He Yushu.
In front of the towering mountain gate of the Immortal Sect, there was a crowd of people. Independent cultivators from all over the place gathered here, eager to embark on the path to immortality.
The person in charge of the outer sect selection is an inner sect disciple named Lin Xiao. His cultivation in the initial stage of foundation building makes him look superior in front of these casual cultivators in the Qi training stage.
He looked at everyone with an arrogant look, as if he was examining a group of ants.
When Lin Xiao's gaze fell on Feng Ziang, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
In his eyes, casual cultivators are nothing more than mediocre people who are not worth mentioning.
"You are Feng Ziang?" Lin Xiao's voice contained a hint of contempt.
Feng Ziang nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "That's right."
"A casual cultivator also wants to join my sect? Humph, do a hundred push-ups first and let me see if you have the qualifications." Lin Xiao raised his lips with a mocking smile. He deliberately made things difficult for Feng Ziang, hoping that he would give up.
The cultivators around all looked at him with sympathy. One hundred push-ups was quite a burden for a cultivator in the Qi training stage, especially before the formal selection.
However, Feng Ziang's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.
Instead of complaining or begging, he walked to the center of the open space with a smile on his face and said cheerfully, "One hundred, right? No problem!" Then he started doing push-ups without hesitation.
The movements were standard, the rhythm was even, and he even hummed a little tune.
This relaxed and comfortable attitude made Lin Xiao's face even gloomier, as if he had punched cotton.
"Seventy... eighty... ninety..." Feng Ziang's voice reached Lin Xiao's ears clearly, and every word seemed to challenge his authority.
Lin Xiao clenched his fists, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
He felt that he was looked down upon by this casual cultivator, and a nameless fire burned in his chest.
"Ninety-nine..." Feng Ziang raised his lips and looked at Lin Xiao provocatively, "One hundred!" He stood up suddenly, patted the dust off his body, and asked with a smile: "Brother Lin, can I start the formal selection now?"
Lin Xiao's face turned pale, and he was about to explode, but Feng Ziang's face suddenly changed, and he covered his chest and bent over in pain...
"Ouch, my chest... hurts..."
Feng Ziang does push-ups at an astonishing speed.
For an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training, one hundred push-ups would consume a lot of energy even if they could finish them in one breath, let alone someone like him who was doing it for performance and humming a little tune while doing it.
But Feng Ziang acted as if nothing had happened, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, there weren't even a few beads of sweat on his forehead.
The casual cultivators around were stunned and whispered to each other, wondering who Feng Ziang was.
In fact, while doing push-ups, Feng Ziang secretly activated his special spiritual root, continuously absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and converting it into spiritual power to replenish his physical strength.
His spiritual roots can absorb spiritual energy much faster than ordinary people, which is why he dares to be so arrogant.
Lin Xiao's face became increasingly gloomy. Feng Ziang was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
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