Chapter 92 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (57)
Feng Ziang's heartbeat quickened unconsciously, and a bad feeling arose.
He stepped into the valley carefully. There was slippery mud and rotten leaves under his feet. The surroundings were eerily silent, with only the occasional cries of crows adding to the eeriness.
After going deeper into the valley, Feng Ziang discovered a faint glow of precious light in front of him, which was exactly the goal of his trip - Condensed Dew Immortal Ganoderma.
The precious light became brighter and brighter, as if tempting him to come closer.
Feng Ziang suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked forward cautiously.
Just as he was about to approach the precious light, there was a sudden strange noise under his feet.
With a "crack", the ground collapsed and Feng Ziang was caught off guard and fell into a deep pit.
"Oh no! It's a trap!" Feng Ziang secretly cried out in dismay.
Before he could react, countless scarlet lights suddenly lit up all around him, and then a group of puppets emerged from the darkness and surrounded the deep pit.
These puppets had strange red eyes, held sharp weapons in their hands, and exuded a cold murderous aura.
Feng Ziang then realized that he had fallen into a trap and felt annoyed.
He looked around and found that there were many puppets and they were quite powerful. It would be difficult to win by force.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and his brain worked rapidly, thinking of a way to escape.
Zhao Feiyang walked out slowly from behind a big tree with a smug smile on his face.
"Feng Ziang, you never thought that you would end up like this!" He looked at Feng Ziang lying in the deep pit, his tone full of sarcasm.
"This Condensed Dew Immortal Ganoderma is destined to be mine!"
Feng Ziang did not fight the puppet directly like most people, but pretended to be frightened and fell to the ground, shouting exaggeratedly: "Ouch, my old waist! This trap is too deep, I am almost dead!" He even pretended to rub the non-existent wound, with an expression of great pain.
Zhao Feiyang, who was in the dark, couldn't help but laugh triumphantly upon seeing this, and his contempt for Feng Ziang increased even more.
At the same time, Feng Ziang quietly took out a small object he had made from his storage bag - a pill with a fragrant aroma.
This pill is not a healing elixir, but it emits a special smell that specifically attracts these puppets driven by evil spirits.
He crushed the pill and the powder flew away with the breeze. The puppets were attracted by the strange fragrance and turned towards the direction of the powder, like cats smelling fishy smell, sniffing greedily and gradually approaching.
Feng Ziang took advantage of the moment when the puppet was attracted and nimbly climbed to the edge of the deep pit. After a few leaps, he came close to the Ninglu Xianzhi.
Precious light was circulating, and fairy ganoderma exuded a refreshing fragrance, as if calling him.
Feng Ziang stretched out his hand and was about to put the fairy ganoderma into his pocket.
At this critical moment, a figure dropped from the sky with powerful spiritual pressure, which pushed Feng Ziang back several steps.
The person who came was Elder Sun.
He sneered at Feng Ziang, his eyes gleaming with greed: "Little kid, you can't get your hands on treasures like this!"
Elder Sun raised his hand and a ray of golden light came straight towards Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang dodged quickly, but the golden light was so fast that it brushed past his arm, leaving a deep blood mark.
Elder Sun's spiritual power pressed down on Feng Ziang, and he found it difficult to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.
But his eyes were firm and he did not back down. He confronted Elder Sun and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
"Elder Sun, as an elder of the Immortal Alliance, you actually did such a sneaky thing. Aren't you afraid of ruining the reputation of the Immortal Alliance?" Feng Ziang said in a cold tone, enduring the pain.
"Hmph, the victor is the king and the vanquished are the bandits. As long as we get this Condensed Dew Immortal Ganoderma, who would care about these things?" Elder Sun snorted disdainfully and attacked again. The powerful spiritual power fluctuations made the surrounding trees shake violently.
Feng Ziang gritted his teeth and barely resisted Elder Sun's attack, but suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind...
He remembered what Stall Owner Li had told him about Elder Sun...
"So that's how it is..." Feng Ziang murmured in a low voice, with a meaningful smile on his lips.
Feng Ziang suddenly laughed out loud, with a hint of sarcasm in his laughter: "Elder Sun, you are so greedy, aren't you afraid of going astray and exploding to death? The technique you practice has a big flaw. Once you absorb too much spiritual energy, you will..." He paused deliberately, observing Elder Sun's reaction.
Sure enough, Elder Sun's expression suddenly changed, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
The technique he practiced did have a fatal flaw, which was that it could not withstand too much spiritual energy. Once the limit was exceeded, he would explode and die.
He has kept this secret well hidden, and only a few people know about it besides himself.
How did Feng Ziang know about this?
Feng Ziang was secretly delighted when he saw Elder Sun's reaction, for he knew that he had made the right bet.
He took advantage of the victory and concentrated his spiritual power in his palm, attacking Elder Sun fiercely.
Elder Sun panicked and dodged quickly, and the space around him was distorted by the fluctuations of spiritual energy.
"You...you are talking nonsense!" Elder Sun shouted angrily, but his dodging action exposed his guilty conscience.
Feng Ziang ignored Elder Sun's excuses. He seized the opportunity and launched another attack.
Elder Sun was overwhelmed and unable to fight back.
At this moment, Feng Ziang flashed and came close to the Ninglu Xianzhi and put it into his pocket.
As he took the Condensed Dew Immortal Ganoderma, a powerful force surged into Feng Ziang's body and he felt that his meridians were nourished.
He held the Xianzhi tightly, his heart filled with joy.
"You...you actually dared to snatch my treasure!" Elder Sun roared angrily, but he was no longer able to stop Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang looked at Elder Sun with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "This treasure is not yours." He turned around and prepared to leave the valley.
"Stop right there!" Elder Sun shouted unwillingly.
Feng Ziang stopped but did not look back. He said calmly: "Elder Sun, take care of yourself." After that, he left the valley without looking back, leaving Elder Sun standing there trembling with anger.
Feng Ziang found a secluded cave, sat cross-legged, and held the Dew-Condensing Immortal Ganoderma tightly in his hand.
He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes...
"Yu Shu, wait for me." He said softly.
Deep inside the cave, Fengzi sat cross-legged, the Dew-Condensed Fairy Ganoderma emitting a soft light, slowly spinning in his palm.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and guided the pure spiritual energy of the immortal ganoderma to merge into his body.
At first, the spiritual energy was as gentle as a trickle, nourishing his meridians.
Gradually, the small streams merged into a rushing river, rushing through his body.
Feng Ziang's spiritual root was like a hungry sponge, greedily absorbing this powerful force.
Brilliant light began to appear around his body, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, changing alternately, flowing like the aurora.
In the light, Feng Ziang's expression was firm and focused, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb him.
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