Long Lin's feelings were extremely complicated.
On the path of cultivation, one's initial aspiration is very important.
However, his purpose in cultivating was impure from the very beginning.
Long Lin clenched his hands.
He embarked on this path for Mo Lan's sake.
He clearly liked Mo Lan so much back then, so why did he change his mind in the end?
No, it's because he's too much of a womanizer.
He couldn't let go of Mo Lan, but he also couldn't let go of Xiao Cao.
However, Xiaocao has already made her choice for him; she has chosen to let go and will no longer accept him.
"The dragon is approaching."
Mo Lan hugged him from behind and gently rested her head on Long Lin's back.
"What's wrong? Ning Hongze is looking for you."
"You mean, Brother Hong is looking for me?"
Long Lin quickly turned around, his eyes flashing with joy, "Where is he?"
Hongze is here. I wonder if Xiaocao is here too?
"He's right at the foot of the mountain. It seems he came because he had something to ask of you." He wouldn't come without a reason; it's probably not because he missed you. He probably heard about Long Lin entering the Nascent Soul stage and came specifically to find you.
Mo Lan didn't have much affection for these people.
She didn't think Ning Hongze would be an exception.
He hadn't appeared for thirty years, and then suddenly showed up as soon as Long Lin entered the Nascent Soul stage. There's something fishy about that. It's like her so-called family; they treated her that way before, but now that they see she's achieved success in her cultivation, they're all flocking to her again. Do they really think she's easy to bully?
However, since Ning Xiaocao didn't appear with him, she didn't mind helping him out.
Ning Hongze's expression was rather unpleasant.
His expression also showed slight anxiety.
Now that Xiaocao and Yanwu are staying on Molian Mountain, he feels somewhat uneasy.
The moment he saw Long Lin, his eyes lit up.
"Brother Hongze." Long Lin called out, glancing around him but not seeing Ning Xiaocao, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"Long Lin, I need your help."
Ning Hong didn't say much and went straight to the point.
Mo Lan followed behind, rolling her eyes in annoyance. Sure enough, her idea was right.
"Whatever Hongze needs my help with, no matter what it is, I'm happy to help."
"I want your blood." Ning Hong then took out two porcelain bottles from her sleeve.
"What?" Long Lin's eyes widened. "You want my blood?" What would he use his blood for?
"Yes, I need your blood."
"Brother, I am not a pure dragon, so my blood does not have any immortality-granting effects."
That's what he said, but Long Lin had already cut his own arm.
Fresh blood dripped into the porcelain bottle, and the air was filled with a faint spiritual aura.
The blood had a slight golden glow.
“I don’t want to use your blood in medicine; I want to use it to draw talismans.”
"Drawing talismans?"
"You need to draw a thunder and fire talisman brimming with yang energy." Ning Hong then carefully put away the two bottles of dragon blood. "Sigh, you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Yes, I have just entered the Out-of-Body stage."
"That's amazing." Ning Hong exclaimed sincerely. As expected of the male protagonist of this world, his cultivation speed far surpasses that of others.
Previously, his cultivation level was not as high as Yan Wu's, but now he has surpassed Yan Wu's.
Upon hearing Ning Hong's praise, Long Lin's face immediately broke into a smile.
It was the satisfaction of being praised by family. Without a doubt, in Long Lin's heart, Ning Hong was like his own brother.
Seeing Long Lin like this, Ning Hong felt a strange tenderness in her heart.
He patted Long Lin on the shoulder, "I have important matters to attend to and must leave immediately. We'll get together again in a while, and you can bring your Daoist partner along."
Ning Hong nodded to Mo Lan behind her.
Without waiting for Long Lin and Mo Lan's response, he turned and left.
"elder brother--"
Long Lin felt a vague unease. He had originally wanted to chase after them, but Mo Lan stopped him. "Long Lin?"
"Look how anxious my brother is, he's obviously in some trouble, and I want to help him." I can't just ignore him.
“If he needed help, he would have said so just now. He didn’t say so because he wanted you not to get involved.”
Mo Lan retorted.
"But--"
"There are no 'buts', let's just listen to Brother Hongze—"
Mount Molian is not far from Hanxu Sect, and Ning Hong returned in just one day.
Ning Xiaocao was standing at the foot of the mountain, staring blankly at the white mist on the mountaintop.
She had been watching all day; the white mist was constantly swirling around the mountain, never remaining static.
"Have you found anything?"
“Yes.” Ning Xiaocao turned to look at Ning Hongze and nodded vigorously. “The white mist is spreading; it seems to be gradually moving downwards.”
This is extremely dangerous.
They had already experienced the power of this white mist.
If this white fog continues to spread, the people living at the foot of Mount Molian will be in danger.
After all, ordinary people don't cultivate immortality, so they definitely can't withstand that kind of bone-chilling cold.
The terrain of Mount Molian is flat, and it is home to many monsters.
As the white mist moved, they seemed to hear the screams of monsters.
Ning Hong heard the white mist spreading and her brows furrowed deeply.
He opened a bottle of dragon blood and began to draw talismans.
All he was drawing at that moment were lightning and fire talismans.
Other talismans are probably not of much use at this moment.
Ning Hong then drew a lot of thunder and fire talismans in one go, gave half a bottle of dragon blood to Xiao Cao, and kept the remaining bottle.
Although Long Lin was only a half-demon, he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The dragon's blood certainly has an effect.
They prepared to set foot on Mount Trial once again.
"Are you still going up the mountain?" a villager asked. "There's been something strange about this mountain lately. Many cultivators who went there never came back. I think you'd better not court death."
“We’re here to investigate this matter. My master has gone missing, and I’m going to find him.”
Moreover, we cannot simply ignore it.
Ning Hong was puzzled.
When he discovered that something was wrong with Molian Mountain, he sent a message to Hengshan Sect, hoping that Hengshan Sect could discuss the matter with other sects and preferably send some elders to help.
But so much time has passed since the message was sent out, and yet no one has been seen.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with his communication talisman.
The only possibility is that they actually know what happened on this mountain of tempering.
When he went to Hanxu Sect before, the elders of Hanxu Sect stared at him warily, as if they were afraid that he would take Long Lin away.
Ning Hong didn't want to think that way, but it seemed to be the truth.
The changes in this training mountain are related to these sects.
"Yan Wu, take Xiao Cao back to the sect to seek help."
"ah?"
"Go quickly, I'm afraid the three of us can't do this."
"Let Senior Brother Yan Wu go back alone. Brother, I'll go in with you."
"Your cultivation level is too low. Staying here will only get in the way. You should obediently follow Yan Wu back to the sect and wait for me until our triumphant return."
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