With the Divine Pearl in Li Jiang's hands, there was no need to worry about the mission to find it being interrupted. Mo Junqian and Mu Dong were freed from the predicament of finding the Divine Pearl and began to worry about Qing He instead.
Only Lingyin stared intently at the three divine pearls standing before her, so close, the ones her father had demanded she obtain.
"A spiritual sound? A spiritual sound!"
Lingyin snapped back to reality, realizing someone was calling her, and instinctively replied, "Ah, what's wrong?"
Mu Dong looked at her, his big eyes almost touching Ling Yin's face, "What are you spacing out about?"
Lingyin felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by those clear and pure eyes, so she took a step back and said, "I was thinking about something else."
Her lying skills were so poor that it was obvious to anyone that there was something wrong with her, but Lingyin had already joined the Qingyun Sect and was their junior sister, so no one doubted her words.
Li Jiang glanced at her, then casually looked away, gazing at the azure sky.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. A figure left the inn and quietly came to a secluded alley.
A man in black stood at the end of the alley. Lingyin walked quickly over, bowed, and said, "Father."
Ji Chen removed his hood, revealing a pale, effeminate face. "How is the matter I instructed you to do?"
Lingyin hesitated for a moment: "I haven't obtained the Divine Pearl yet."
Ji Chen lowered his head slightly and looked down at her.
The piercing gaze made Lingyin feel like she was being pricked by thorns, and a chill crept up her spine.
She was slightly surprised by her own reaction. When had she become so afraid of her father, as if the person in front of her was not the gentle and kind father she once knew, but a chilling stranger?
She tightened her grip on her fingers and explained, "The Divine Pearl is currently in Li Jiang's hands. She is meticulous, suspicious, and sensitive, so I dare not act rashly."
Ji Chen narrowed his eyes. "Is the opponent too difficult to deal with, or do you simply not want to steal the Divine Pearl?"
The voice was sharp and cold, like a venomous snake flicking its dangerous, deadly tongue, sending shivers down the spine in the cold night.
Lingyin involuntarily took a small step back and hurriedly said, "No, I have always kept Father's orders in mind and dare not neglect them." She raised her head and boldly looked directly at Ji Chen, "Please wait a few more days, Father. I will definitely get the Divine Pearl and hand it to you personally."
Ji Chen's lips curled up, and the chill emanating from him lessened slightly. "Alright, I'll wait for you."
With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished.
Lingyin gazed at the boundless night sky, and a heavy feeling inexplicably arose in her heart.
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Beautiful mountains and clear waters, birdsong and fragrant flowers.
Surrounded by a sea of epiphyllum flowers, all you see is pure white.
As soon as Qinghe stepped into the area of Mount Futu, he felt an incomparably comfortable aura flow into his body, and the spiritual energy in his spiritual sea continued to gather, showing a faint momentum of advancing.
She composed herself, bent down to smell the fragrance of the flowers, her green dress fluttering in the breeze, making her even more beautiful against the backdrop of the sea of flowers. Shen Xun stood not far away, squinting as he admired the beautiful scene.
The beautiful maiden, with her cool and elegant demeanor, gently inhaled the fragrance of the flowers.
Hmm, not bad.
“I have a question,” Qinghe said.
Shen Xun: "What's the problem?"
"Aren't epiphyllum flowers usually only blooming at night? Why can these epiphyllum flowers bloom during the day?"
Shen Xun said leisurely, "Because this is a sacred mountain with abundant spiritual energy, it can naturally keep the epiphyllum blooming."
Qinghe nodded: "Oh, I have another question."
"What?"
Qinghe asked, "Why are your eyes closed?"
Shen Xun: "I am feeling the breath of nature."
Qinghe: "Oh, no wonder you couldn't see the bug on your shoe."
Shen Xun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at the shoe. Sure enough, he saw a millipede at the toe of the shoe, and his face immediately darkened.
He bent down, flicked his finger, and the millipede flew away into the distant distance.
Then, he looked up, elegantly straightened his clothes, and said to Qinghe, "You didn't see anything just now, did you?"
Despite the gentle tone and smile, Qinghe detected a threat in them. She glanced at where the insect had flown, swallowed, and immediately looked confused. "What happened? I don't know anything. Ah, this flower smells so good..."
Clouds soar across the vast expanse, sometimes rolling, sometimes unrolling. At the end of the sea of flowers, there is a boundless ocean, its waves rolling and its depths unfathomable.
Shen Xun pointed to the distant horizon, where the massive mountain was obscured by fog and clouds due to the great distance.
“That’s Mount Futu. Once you cross the Black Sea, you’ll reach the real sacred mountain.”
Qinghe looked in that direction, and even though they were thousands of miles apart, he could still feel the solemnity and inviolability that belonged only to the sacred mountain.
She couldn't help but put away her usual carefree expression, and her look became slightly serious.
Upon seeing this, Shen Xun said, "There is no need to be overly reverent about this place. Even a sacred mountain is no different from an ordinary mountain. What you need to be wary of are the divine races on the mountain."
Qinghe nodded.
The spiritual pressure in the Black Sea was immense. Shen Xun and Qing He did not stand too close, but even with the distance between them, Qing He felt short of breath and a little dizzy.
In contrast, Shen Xun stood there as if nothing had happened, his eyes clear and his posture upright, showing no sign of discomfort.
Qinghe couldn't help but ask him for advice: "How can I become like you, unaffected by spiritual pressure?"
Shen Xun looked into the distance and said seriously, "Thick skin and flesh will suffice."
Qinghe glanced at his baby-soft skin, then thought about his real age, and imagined Shen Xun's white hair, rough skin, and snow-white hair and frost-white hair. She nodded seriously.
As evening approached, the two did not linger any longer. Qinghe took out the Void-Piercing Boat, flicked her hand, and the jade bottle entered the sea.
At first, there were only small waves and splashes, but as the airship grew larger, its hull pushed through the seawater, creating thousands of waves, until it finally transformed into its ultimate form and stopped.
Qinghe looked up and saw a huge, magnificent ship standing before him, its sails stretching out as if piercing the sky and its top invisible.
The two exchanged a glance, then lightly touched the deck with their toes.
Qinghe steered the ship, Shenxun hoisted the sails, and the two sailed towards Mount Futu.
The seemingly nearby Mount Futu was actually incredibly far away, and the journey was long and lonely, so Qinghe summoned the Nine-Headed Fiery Phoenix.
Little Red appeared on the deck, its wings outstretched, carrying a cage in its mouth—the very same demon ghosts it had captured earlier.
The sacred mountain was rich in spiritual energy and had immense spiritual pressure. As soon as the demonic ghosts appeared, they became listless and even seemed to be on the verge of death.
Unlike Xiao Hong, which had followed Zhuge Hongming for many years and consumed countless miraculous elixirs, Xiao Hong had long since transcended its magical beast nature and was naturally unafraid of the spiritual energy of the sacred mountain.
It was seen slowly strolling around the deck with the cage in its mouth. The cage swayed with its movements, making the ghosts even more dizzy and disoriented, and they almost died on the spot.
The birds were already quite exhausted from being tormented by Xiao Hong in the space, and now they had inhaled a large amount of spiritual energy from the sacred mountain, making them even more miserable. The little guys stared at Qing He with their big, watery eyes, hoping she would stop this hateful red-feathered bird.
Unfortunately, Qinghe was also dizzy and nauseous from the immense spiritual pressure and was too preoccupied to care about them.
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