Zhou Yuanyuan smiled sweetly at Wen Ziqing and waved her hand to signal him to hurry up. Zhao Yunxiang and the others didn't notice Zhou Yuanyuan in the tree, nor did they notice the two children's little movements. They had already walked a distance.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what was wrong with her. Last night, whenever she thought about Wen Ziqing and the others leaving this morning, she felt depressed. Zhou Yuanyuan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, she gave up and sat cross-legged practicing for most of the night. Early this morning, Zhou Yuanyuan heard Zhao Yunxiang and the others getting up, so she quickly sneaked out of the house and arrived at the village entrance.
At the entrance to the village stood a large camphor tree, perhaps a hundred years old, lush and leafy. Zhou Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment before scrambling up the tree, waiting for Wen Ziqing and the others to pass. Sigh! Was she really getting into a fight with the tree? Back in Zhoujia Village, Zhou Yuanyuan had complained about Wen Ziqing constantly pretending to be a giant bird in the tree. Now, was she, like a traitor, influenced by the company she kept?
Zhou Yuanyuan waited until Wen Ziqing and his group had walked away before she jumped down from the tree. Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Yuanyuan decided to go up to Daqing Mountain, firstly to relax and then to catch a couple of pheasants.
The spiritual energy on Daqing Mountain was much richer than outside, and the closer one got to the densest trees, the fresher the air became. If someone were to gather firewood on Daqing Mountain at this moment, they would surely see a bright yellow figure swiftly passing by like a flash of lightning.
Zhou Yuanyuan ran all the way inside and arrived near the cave.
The area near the cave is considered the belly of Daqing Mountain. Each of the pine trees here is so thick that it takes two people to hug each other, and they are 20 to 30 meters tall. Zhou Yuanyuan found a sturdy tree, sat cross-legged on a branch, and began to meditate.
Rich spiritual energy gradually gathered around Zhou Yuanyuan, happily entering the Baihui acupoint on her head and circulating along her internal meridians. After two full cycles, the spiritual energy penetrated her body at an increasing speed, eventually forming a small vortex that continuously drew the surrounding spiritual energy towards her.
Less than 500 meters from Zhou Yuanyuan, under a large pine tree sat an elderly woman, probably in her sixties. She closed her eyes, breathing in the fresh air unique to the Daqing Mountains, her face serene.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew towards her, soft and gentle, like the gentle fingers of her mother in the old woman's dream. The old woman was startled and slowly opened her eyes. The breeze playfully circled around her before heading north.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing a few strands of the old woman's sleek bun into the wind. The old woman was startled and stood up quickly, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes.
Was it him? Was he the one who had caught up with her? That damn bastard! She was almost dead, yet he still refused to let her go?
At this moment, the spiritual energy in Daqing Mountain seemed to be touched by something and rushed madly to the north.
The old woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. No! It wasn't him! The old woman knew his abilities very well and knew he couldn't possibly make such a big noise.
Is some master cultivating in the Daqing Mountains? The old woman recalled the prophecy made by "Zhang Banxian" six months ago, and a flash of ecstasy flashed through her heart. Zhang Banxian had said that her lifeblood lay within these Daqing Mountains.
As far as Hu Sanniang knew, although Daqing Mountain was full of spiritual energy, no cultivators cultivated there. However, to try her luck, Hu Sanniang came anyway. After months of guarding Daqing Mountain, Hu Sanniang had almost given up. After all, life and death were determined by fate. If she, Hu Sanniang, was destined to die, being buried in this spiritual mountain would be a worthwhile journey.
However, the turmoil of spiritual energy before her gave Hu Sanniang an infinite surge of hope. If a master really passed by today, it would be a blessing for her! Originally, she was about to give up.
Thinking of this, Hu Sanniang reached out and brushed the collar of her crisp, wrinkle-free blue cloth short-sleeved shirt, then raised her hand to smooth her hair that was a little messy from the wind, and then walked slowly towards the north.
Looking at Hu Sanniang from behind, one wouldn't be able to tell her true age. While her face is crisscrossed with wrinkles, her narrow, slightly tapering shoulders and wide hips form a smooth curve when viewed from behind. This, paired with her blue, double-breasted short-sleeved top and matching wide-leg cropped trousers, perfectly outlines her graceful figure.
On the large pine tree, the spiritual energy that had entered Zhou Yuanyuan's body circulated for several large cycles before obediently entering the cyclone in her dantian. Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual sense inwardly observed the cyclone, originally the size of a fist, but after several cycles of replenishing the spiritual energy, its diameter had increased by about half a centimeter. When Zhou Yuanyuan first began practicing, the cyclone was only the size of a soybean. After six months of hard work, it had grown dozens of times larger, and Zhou Yuanyuan felt somewhat satisfied.
What made Zhou Yuanyuan even more satisfied was that the vortex in her dantian had transformed from its initial misty state to a white, cotton-like consistency. Xiaoyu had said that once the "cotton" in Zhou Yuanyuan's dantian became thicker, it would transform into a sticky, glue-like consistency. Only then would Zhou Yuanyuan be considered to have officially established her foundation.
What does foundation building represent? Zhou Yuanyuan knew this without Xiaoyu's reminder. In ancient times, a cultivator reaching the foundation building stage was considered to have truly embarked on the path of immortal cultivation. A cultivator in this stage could fly with a sword and wield magical weapons against enemies. Their combat power was hundreds of times greater than that of a newbie in the Qi Refining stage.
For example, Zhou Yuanyuan had previously encountered the evil cultivator who possessed Zeng Mingliang's spirit. At the Qi Refining stage, Zhou Yuanyuan needed to unleash her "Exorcism" and "Fire Magic" at the perfect time to destroy it. However, at the Foundation Establishment stage, Zhou Yuanyuan didn't need any magic at all; she could simply extend her little finger and crush the remaining spirit into ash.
Huh? Who's that?
Twenty meters away, a curious figure broke into Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual monitoring range.
Hu Sanniang felt very strange. Her intuition told her that the person she was looking for was nearby. However, no matter whether Hu Sanniang looked on the ground or in the sky, she could not see the person.
While practicing, Zhou Yuanyuan unleashed a small magic called "Drawing the Ground as a Prison." As the name suggests, "Drawing the Ground as a Prison" involves drawing a small area to create a "cage." The person or object within the "cage" becomes invisible, making it invisible to those around them. However, while within the "cage," Zhou Yuanyuan could clearly see every blade of grass and tree around her.
This was the first time Zhou Yuanyuan used this little magic today. Before, when she was practicing on the Daqing Mountain, Wen Ziqing would always accompany her silently. Wen Ziqing's companionship was not just simple companionship. He would also keep an eye on the movements around her for Zhou Yuanyuan, saving Zhou Yuanyuan a lot of trouble.
Wen Ziqing is not here today, and Zhou Yuanyuan is alone outside. For safety reasons, Zhou Yuanyuan used this little magic.
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