Chapter 91 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (56)
The shock came suddenly and went away quickly.
After the dust settled, the venue was in a mess and many disciples had sustained minor injuries and were still in shock.
Feng Ziang steadied himself and looked at He Yushu first. Seeing that he was safe and sound, he felt relieved.
"Are you okay?" he asked concernedly.
He Yushu shook his head lightly, but his eyes scanned the surroundings with a hint of vigilance.
This sudden tremor was not an attack by a monster, but a customary occurrence at the Immortal Alliance Conference - a sign of the opening of a secret realm.
In the secret realm, opportunities and dangers coexist. Only those with both strength and luck can return with a full load.
The joy was gradually diluted by the surrounding atmosphere.
Feng Ziang was keenly aware that many of his disciples looked at him with not only admiration but also jealousy and even a bit of resentment.
Zhao Feiyang stood in the crowd, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he muttered in a low voice: "What are you proud of? It's just good luck. Once we enter the secret realm, it's still uncertain who will win." These gazes were like sharp arrows, making Feng Ziang feel like a thorn in his back.
He knew that the victory at the Immortal Alliance Conference was just the beginning, and the future path to immortality would still be full of thorns.
In order to strengthen his own strength, Feng Ziang decided to visit the trading venue within the Immortal Alliance.
There were people coming and going, and all kinds of strange and bizarre items were dazzling.
Feng Ziang looked around curiously, his eyes filled with desire.
He hoped to find some treasures related to his special spiritual roots so that he could improve his cultivation faster.
The lively atmosphere around him made him feel excited and a little confused.
"Fellow Daoist, what are you looking for?" a voice came from the side.
Feng Ziang turned around and saw a middle-aged stall owner with a kind face, who was looking at him with a smile.
After a slight hesitation, Feng Ziang briefly explained that he had special spiritual roots and asked if there were any related treasures.
After hearing this, the stall owner smiled mysteriously: "Daoyou, you asked the right person. Recently, I did hear..." He lowered his voice and leaned close to Feng Ziang's ear, "... there is a treasure that may be very compatible with your spiritual roots." The stall owner lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "It is said that deep in the Luoxia Valley, there is a 'Ninglu Xianzhi' that can greatly increase the speed at which cultivators absorb spiritual energy, especially for cultivators with special spiritual roots, it has a multiplier effect."
When Feng Ziang heard this, he felt happy.
Isn't this Condensed Dew Fairy Ganoderma perfect for the treasure he needs?
He quickly asked, "Sunset Valley? That's a dangerous place. May I ask, stall owner, do you know how to get in?"
The stall owner stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. The Sunset Cloud Valley opens once every ten years, and it will be opened in three days. As for the method of entering..." He paused, glanced at the cultivators around who were eavesdropping, and raised his voice, "Of course, the highest bidder wins!" After that, he took out a sheepskin scroll from his storage bag, on which was a map of the Sunset Cloud Valley and the method of entering.
Feng Ziang was about to speak when he saw a figure suddenly rushing over and snatching the scroll from the stall owner's hand.
The man was none other than Zhao Feiyang. He unfolded the scroll with a proud look on his face and looked at Feng Ziang provocatively: "Fellow Daoist Feng, I'm sorry, but I have a crush on this thing!" Upon seeing this, the cultivators around him sighed in admiration, some were envious and some took pleasure in the misfortune of others.
Feng Ziang's eyes turned cold, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.
He didn't expect Zhao Feiyang to be so despicable as to snatch the treasure he had set his eyes on in public.
He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, I was the first one to see this thing. You are going too far!"
Zhao Feiyang sneered disdainfully: "What a joke! This Immortal Alliance Conference is not about whoever takes a fancy to it first. Strength is the only way to win!" He said, putting the scroll in his arms and patting Feng Ziang's shoulder provocatively, "If you want this thing, come and get it with your ability!"
The air around seemed to be frozen, filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Feng Ziang clenched his fists, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Zhao Feiyang," he said word by word, "you'd better pray that you can walk out of Luoxia Valley alive!"
The black light came like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Feng Ziang's face.
Feng Ziang sneered, and with a flash of his body, he nimbly avoided the attack.
He is not a lamb to be slaughtered.
The surrounding spiritual energy quickly gathered towards him and condensed into a light blue ball of light in his hand.
"A mere trifle!" Feng Ziang shouted and threw the ball of light at the attacker.
The attacker obviously didn't expect Feng Ziang to react so quickly, and he could only barely resist in a hurry.
The two spiritual powers collided, making a deafening roar.
The cultivators around retreated one after another, fearing that they would be dragged into the fight.
Feng Ziang's special spiritual roots began to take effect, continuously absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish the spiritual power he had consumed.
His attacks became more and more fierce, and the light blue spiritual power surged towards the attacker like a tide, completely suppressing him.
"You... who are you?" the attacker asked in horror. He had never seen such a strange spiritual root.
Feng Ziang raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth: "You don't deserve to know!" He increased the output of his spiritual power, and with the last blow, he knocked the attacker away fiercely.
The cultivators around saw this and exclaimed in amazement.
They didn't expect Feng Ziang to be so powerful and he easily defeated a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.
Feng Ziang stood proudly, his heart filled with pride.
He knew that his strength had improved a lot and he was one step closer to He Yushu.
He picked up the parchment scroll that had fallen to the ground and studied it carefully.
The scroll contains a map of Luoxia Valley and how to enter it, as well as detailed information about Ninglu Xianzhi.
Feng Ziang was delighted, this was exactly the treasure he had always dreamed of.
He carefully put away the scroll and looked into the distance with a determined gaze.
"Luoxia Valley..." He murmured in a low voice, with a flash of determination in his eyes, "I'm coming."
Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Zi'ang, where are you going?" He Yushu's cold voice rang in his ears.
Feng Ziang froze and turned around slowly...
Feng Ziang turned around and met He Yushu's worried eyes.
"Nothing, just taking a walk." He hid the parchment scroll in his hand behind his body and smiled nonchalantly.
He Yushu frowned slightly, obviously not believing what he said, but did not ask any further questions.
Feng Ziang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after hurriedly saying goodbye to He Yushu on the pretext of having something to do, he followed the instructions on the scroll and went to Luoxia Valley alone.
Luoxia Valley is located between high mountains and steep cliffs, and is sparsely populated.
Before getting close, an eerie breath hits you in the face. The valley is filled with thick fog, covering the sky and the sun, making you shudder.
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