Chapter 63: Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (28)
"Found it." He pointed to a corner of the restriction where the light was slightly dimmed, "There is the key!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed He Yushu's wrist and said in a hurried tone, "Help me protect the law!" Feng Ziang grabbed He Yushu's wrist tightly, and a warm current flowed into He Yushu's body along his arm, dispelling the coldness around him.
He Yushu was shocked. This power...
So familiar, yet so powerful.
Without time to think carefully, he swung his sword tightly, building a solid barrier for Feng Ziang.
Fengzi sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, muttering to himself.
The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be attracted by something and rushed into his body madly.
His special spiritual root was like a bottomless pit at this moment, greedily absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and quickly transforming it into pure spiritual power.
There was a dazzling light emanating from his body, like a rising star.
Wu Gang, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned and terrified.
"What kind of skill is this? It can absorb spiritual energy so quickly!" He felt like a frog in a well, having never seen such a powerful force.
As time passed, the spiritual power in Feng Ziang's body became more and more abundant. He suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
He formed seals with his hands, and a dazzling light shot out from his fingertips, hitting the weak point of the restriction.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the restriction shattered, and the spiritual grass that was flashing with a faint light finally revealed its true appearance.
Feng Ziang grabbed the spiritual herb, and a stream of pure spiritual energy instantly surged into his body, cheering him up.
"It's done!" Seeing this, He Yushu showed a happy smile on his face.
The two of them brought the magical herbs back to Yao Lao's stall.
Yao Lao took the magical herb and examined it carefully. A trace of greed flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Yes, it is indeed the Ten Thousand Year Old Snow Lotus."
Feng Ziang and He Yushu were delighted, thinking that the matter was over, but they didn't expect Yao Lao to change the subject, "But..."
"But what?" Feng Ziang's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
Yao Lao stroked his beard and said slowly, "I have one more condition."
"What conditions?" He Yushu asked vigilantly.
Yao Lao smiled, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "It's very simple, just do one thing for me."
"What's the matter?" Feng Ziang asked.
Yao Lao smiled mysteriously and did not answer directly, "I can't tell you now. When the time is right, you will know it naturally."
Feng Ziang felt conflicted. He didn't know whether Yao Lao's condition was a trap.
There is only one day left and he must make a decision.
"I..." Feng Ziang was about to speak when Yao Lao interrupted him.
“Come back to me when you’ve thought it over.” Yao Lao said as he put away the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus and turned to walk into the tent behind him.
"Zi'ang..." He Yushu looked at Feng Zi'ang worriedly.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath, his eyes determined, "Let's take a chance!"
Feng Ziang paced back and forth outside the tent, his heart in turmoil.
Yao Lao's words "When the time is right, you will naturally know" lingered in his mind, like a poisonous thorn that made him uneasy.
The pain from the backlash of his spiritual roots became more and more intense, like countless ants gnawing at his meridians. He knew he had no time to hesitate.
"Zi'ang, don't worry." He Yushu gently held Feng Zi'ang's hand. His palm was warm and dry, which brought Feng Zi'ang a sense of comfort. "No matter what the conditions are, we will face it together."
He Yushu's clear eyes were full of determination, as if no difficulties could stop them from moving forward.
Feng Ziang looked at He Yushu and felt a warm current surge in his heart. He took a deep breath and his eyes became firm.
"Okay, let's face it together!"
Feng Ziang walked into the tent again and bowed deeply to Yao Lao, "I agree to your terms."
There was a gleam of light in Yao Lao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.
"Very good, I knew you would agree." He took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Ziang, "It contains 'Condensed Dew Jade', which can temporarily suppress the backlash of your spiritual roots. After you fulfill my conditions, I will give you the antidote."
Feng Ziang took the white jade bottle, opened the cork, and a fresh fragrance wafted into his nose. He drank the liquid in the bottle without hesitation.
A feeling of coolness instantly flowed through the whole body, and the originally restless spiritual roots gradually calmed down, and the pain also eased.
"Tell me, what are your conditions?" Feng Ziang asked impatiently.
Yao Lao did not answer directly, but smiled meaningfully, "Don't worry, you will know when the time comes." He paused and added, "However, I can give you a hint first. You need to help me find something..."
Yao Lao's eyes fell on Feng Ziang, with a hint of elusive meaning, "A kind of...bug."
Yao Lao stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.
"The insect I want you to find for me is called the Seven-Colored Soul-Swallowing Bug. It can only survive in places with extremely rich spiritual energy." He paused, his tone becoming serious, "And around here, only the Immortal Gate Forbidden Land has such an environment."
The forbidden land of the immortal sect is full of dangers, and ordinary disciples dare not approach it at all.
When Wu Gang learned that Feng Ziang was going to the forbidden area, he was secretly delighted and immediately reported the matter to the law enforcement elder, intending to kill him with a borrowed knife.
Feng Ziang was not afraid at all. He possessed a special spiritual root and was extremely sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual energy.
He came to the edge of the forbidden area, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the flow of spiritual energy around him.
Soon, he sensed a strange fluctuation, faint but clear, it was the breath of the Seven-Colored Soul-Swallowing Dragon!
He followed the scent and carefully went deeper into the forbidden area.
In the forbidden area, ancient trees are towering, miasma is everywhere, and creepy beast roars can be heard from time to time.
Feng Ziang moved cautiously at every step, and with his keen perception and agile movements, he avoided danger time and time again.
Finally, under a huge ancient tree, he found the seven-colored soul-swallowing dragon.
This is a strange insect that is completely transparent and emits colorful light. It is greedily devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
Feng Ziang held his breath, approached carefully, and then captured it in lightning speed.
Holding the jade box containing the seven-colored soul-devouring dragon, Feng Ziang returned to Yao Lao's tent.
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission." He handed the jade box to Yao Lao.
Yao Lao took the jade box, examined it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Yes, it is the Seven-Colored Soul-Swallowing Dragon." He took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms and handed it to Feng Ziang, "This is what you want."
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