Chapter 56: Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (21)
Elder Qin left the meeting hall in disgrace. His reputation was completely ruined. He was once highly respected but now he is infamous.
Looking at Elder Qin's dejected back, Feng Ziang and He Yushu looked at each other, both with relief in their eyes.
Justice was served and their efforts were not in vain.
In this process, the relationship between the two people has quietly changed.
The look in He Yushu's eyes when he looked at Feng Ziang was no longer the cold one that kept people at a distance, but a little more gentle and trusting.
In the face of doubts and pressure, they supported and encouraged each other and established a deeper understanding.
After leaving the meeting hall, He Yushu took the initiative to speak, his voice was low: "Feng Ziang..."
Feng Ziang raised his eyebrows, and a teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why? Are you finally convinced by my charm?"
He Yushu frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but stopped.
He took a deep breath and finally uttered only two words: "Thank you."
Feng Ziang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "This is not like your style, He Yushu." He restrained his smile and his eyes became serious, "Why should we say thank you between you and me?"
He Yushu didn't say anything, but just looked at Feng Ziang quietly with a complicated look in his eyes.
After a moment, he turned and left, leaving behind only a cold back.
Feng Ziang looked at the direction where He Yushu left, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, he murmured in a low voice: "It seems that the road to chasing my wife is still very long..." He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly chased after him, "He Yushu, wait for me! I have something else to tell you!"
After solving the problem of Elder Qin, Feng Ziang was in a good mood, and even the monsters guarding the Spiritual Herb Valley looked handsome.
He and He Yushu flew with their swords and headed straight for the valley.
The valley is filled with spiritual energy, and there are exotic flowers and herbs everywhere. The monsters guarding the herbs are also extraordinary, most of them are second-level, which is equivalent to the strength of humans in the earth-building and foundation-building period.
It is a life-or-death struggle for ordinary disciples to enter.
But for Feng Ziang, this is nothing.
His unique spiritual roots made him extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, allowing him to easily sense the location of monsters and skillfully avoid them.
He Yushu's swordsmanship was powerful, and his sword energy was sweeping across the sky. The monsters that occasionally escaped were easily dealt with by him.
The two of them cooperated well and picked the necessary spiritual herbs easily as if they were strolling in a garden.
On the way back, as expected, some remnants of the demonic forces refused to give up and attempted to snatch the spiritual herbs along the way.
These Wuhe people are only at the peak of Qi refining at best, how can they be a match for Feng Ziang and He Yushu?
Feng Ziang kept talking nonsense, laughing and cursing, while using endless magic spells to beat the disciples of the magic sect until they cried for their parents.
He Yushu remained silent, but the long sword in his hand was merciless, the sword light was like snow, and every move was deadly.
After a few rounds, the remnants of the demon sect were either killed or escaped, and the rest knelt on the ground begging for mercy. Where was the arrogance they still had?
The two returned with a full load and were welcomed like heroes when they returned to Xianmen.
The disciples around them looked at them with admiration and whispered about their heroic deeds.
Feng Ziang enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and did not forget to wink at He Yushu with a smug look on his face.
He Yushu still had no expression on his face, but his ears were slightly red.
With the help of the medicinal power of the spiritual herbs, Feng Ziang successfully broke through to the initial stage of foundation building and his strength reached a new level.
And his relationship with He Yushu gradually warms up as they fight side by side.
Although He Yushu is still not good at speaking, his attitude towards Feng Ziang has obviously softened a lot.
Not long after Feng Ziang and He Yushu returned to Xianmen, a sound transmission note broke through the air and fell into Feng Ziang's hands.
He unfolded it and his face changed drastically.
"He Yushu..." Feng Ziang's voice was filled with a hint of disbelief, "I...my mother..."
The news brought by the sound transmission note was like a bolt from the blue. Feng Ziang's mother was seriously ill and urgently needed a rare spiritual herb called "Soul-Condensing Grass".
This soul-condensing grass can only be found deep in the Spiritual Herb Valley.
"I'll go with you." He Yushu's voice was as cold as ever, but with an unquestionable firmness.
Feng Ziang felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily.
The Immortal Sect also issued a new mission: Go to the Spiritual Herb Valley again to collect more spiritual herbs in case of emergency.
This was exactly what Feng Ziang wanted, but the danger level of this mission was probably higher than the last time.
The blood demon must be holding a grudge after his defeat, and it is only a matter of time before he makes a comeback.
The two simply packed up their luggage and set out again for Lingcao Valley.
This time, the atmosphere was noticeably more solemn.
The usual frivolous look on Feng Ziang's face disappeared, replaced by worry between his brows.
He Yushu became even more silent, with a chilly aura surrounding him, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
Lingcao Valley was still filled with rich spiritual energy, but this time, there seemed to be a hint of subtle demonic energy mixed in with the spiritual energy.
Feng Ziang's mind moved, and he activated the special spiritual roots in his body.
A warm current surged out from his dantian and quickly spread throughout his body. He was able to sense all the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy in the surrounding environment.
"There's a trap!" Feng Ziang whispered, grabbing He Yushu's wrist and leading him behind a towering ancient tree.
Almost at the same time, the ground where they were standing suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge bottomless pit.
The bottom of the pit was filled with sharp spikes, flashing with a faint cold light.
"It seems that this blood demon has become smart." Feng Ziang sneered and took out a few black beads from his storage bag. They were the "explosive beads" he had refined before.
He placed the explosive beads around the trap, then pulled He Yushu forward.
Not long after, several sneaky figures appeared near the trap. They were the minions sent by the Blood Demon to patrol.
Before they could check the condition of the trap, they heard a few loud bangs and the explosive beads exploded, blasting them into dust and sending the wolf and the lion escaping.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu smiled at each other and continued to go deeper into the valley.
Relying on his special spiritual roots, Feng Ziang was able to identify the traps set by the Blood Demon time and time again, and in turn used these traps to create a lot of trouble for the minions of the Demonic Path.
"This soul-condensing grass should be just ahead." Feng Ziang said, pointing to an area shrouded in thick fog ahead.
He Yushu tightened his grip on the sword, scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, and whispered, "Be careful."
Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the thick mist...
"Hehehe, I didn't expect you guys could even make it this far..."
The thick fog rolled, and the figure of the blood demon gradually became clear. He had a vicious smile on his face and held a blood-red long sword in his hand. The sword exuded a nauseating bloody smell.
"You two little bugs, you dared to ruin my good deeds. Today, I will kill you with my sword!"
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