Qi Zhiheng left the aftermath of the Ghostly Fungus to Que Hanhai to handle himself.
He himself brought Yang Yitian back to Panyun Peak, said goodbye to his family, and then hurriedly left, leaving the triplets with resentment. They felt that their father and father were too irresponsible, having only returned after being away for so long, and then disappearing again.
The couple felt extremely guilty, but reason prevailed over everything, and they chose not to take the children with them! They could only leave amidst the condemning gazes of their sons.
The object Yang Yitian sensed was north of the Slaughtering God Sect. The two then boarded a flying magical artifact and headed in that direction.
Qi Zhiheng chatted with Yang Yitian while controlling the flying artifact to travel.
"What are you sensing?" Qi Zhiheng thought for a moment and guessed, "Could it be some kind of treasure?"
If there really is any treasure, it's probably an ice-attribute spiritual object.
Yang Yitian didn't think he had any treasure-hunting skills at all: "Impossible, I've never found any treasures. Even if there were treasures, you should be the one who found them."
"You do have a good sense of self-awareness." Qi Zhiheng said with some pride, as he could indeed find more treasures.
Yang Yitian wasn't sure what he was feeling: "I think it must be something that's very beneficial to me." After thinking for a long time, this was the only description he could come up with.
Qi Zhiheng didn't care. Even if there was any danger, they were in the Southern Continent, so it probably wouldn't endanger their lives.
After the flying spirit ship had been traveling for five days, Yang Yitian said, "Slow down! I think we should be around here."
Qi Zhiheng slowed down considerably as instructed, and looking down, he could see that this was a town of ordinary people, almost devoid of cultivators.
"The place you sensed is here? The spiritual energy here is very thin." Qi Zhiheng's words meant that nothing good could probably grow here.
Qi Zhiheng carefully sensed: "I'm not sure of the exact location, but it's probably around here. It's just a bit strange. When I'm far away, I can sense it very strongly, but when I get closer, it feels like there's a protective shield between us, like it's about to break through!"
Qi Zhiheng: ? ? ?
Yang Yitian: "..." It's really frustrating to make a dirty joke and no one understands it.
"It's alright, shall we go down and take a look?" Yang Yitian suspected that their altitude was blocking the signal he was receiving.
Qi Zhiheng went along with Yang Yitian's idea and landed the flying artifact.
"It's an immortal! An immortal has come to visit!"
"Where? Where? I've never seen an immortal before in all my life!"
"Don't talk, don't talk! I heard you have to kneel down when there are immortals around!"
The crowd pulled and tugged at each other, and even the ignorant children were dragged down to their knees.
Before Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian had even finished landing, a large group of people in the distance had already knelt down.
The landing site they chose was relatively remote. The mortals only saw their flying magical artifacts in mid-air. After Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian landed, they could no longer see them.
Qi Zhiheng's soul power was still enough to see the situation ahead. Those people had not gotten up immediately after their flying magical artifacts disappeared; they were still kneeling in the same place.
A child asked his mother in confusion, "Mom, where did the immortal go?"
"Don't speak, kneel down first!" The mother quickly covered her son's mouth to prevent him from speaking recklessly and angering the immortal.
Having observed everything, Qi Zhiheng remarked, "It seems there aren't many cultivators here."
Judging from their behavior, they must not have seen cultivators for a long time. There must have been some arrogant and domineering cultivators in the past, but their numbers must have been very small, otherwise these people would not be so surprised and respectful.
Yang Yitian said, "They won't just stay kneeling there forever, will they? Should we show ourselves and make them get up?"
"Let's forget about it." Qi Zhiheng was too lazy to expose himself here, so he took out two sets of clothes and stuffed one of them into Yang Yitian's hands.
Yang Yitian, holding the clothes in his hands, looked puzzled: "Why are you giving me clothes?"
"Let's keep it low-key and act like normal people. Don't make it too extravagant. If it attracts too much attention, I'm afraid it will scare away anything you sense," Qi Zhiheng said logically.
Yang Yitian thought it made some sense. After changing into ordinary clothes, the two slowly walked into the city.
The people who had been kneeling had now stood up. They knew that the immortal probably wouldn't see them, so they gave up kneeling.
The city has regained its lively atmosphere.
The shouts of street vendors, the bargaining of women, and the laughter of children.
"This city is extremely prosperous and peaceful," Qi Zhiheng exclaimed, having not witnessed such a bustling scene in a long time.
Yang Yitian said, "It seems that the city lord of this city is managing it quite well."
"It doesn't matter what they do. What about you? Can you feel anything?" Qi Zhiheng cast a small spell on himself and Yang Yitian, causing the surrounding crowd to subconsciously ignore their presence.
Yang Yitian strolled around some stalls with great interest, then shook his head and replied, "I don't have a strong feeling. I always feel like something is preventing me from sensing anything further."
Yang Yitian fiddled with the object in his hand for a moment, then said to Qi Zhiheng, "Do you think there might really be some kind of spiritual object that has drained all the spiritual energy here, which is why the spiritual energy here is so thin?"
Qi Zhiheng stared at Yang Yitian for a while, making even the thick-skinned Yang Yitian feel a little embarrassed: "Why are you staring at me?"
Qi Zhiheng said in a nonchalant tone, "I just think you're dreaming."
Yang Yitian: "..."
The two searched the city for a whole day without any results, and at night they blew up an inn to stay in.
The two of them didn't actually need to sleep, so they meditated in the inn to recover their spiritual energy.
In the middle of the night, Yang Yitian's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes!
Qi Zhiheng immediately noticed Yang Yitian's expression: "What's wrong?"
"My heart is beating a little fast," Yang Yitian said, touching his chest.
Qi Zhiheng laughed and said, "What's wrong? Have you been bewitched by my good looks again?"
Yang Yitian swallowed hard. Although he really wanted to be seduced by her beauty and have sex with her, he was brought back to his senses by the intense unease he felt.
“I think that thing is nearby!” Yang Yitian said.
Qi Zhiheng's expression turned serious at this moment: "Can you sense the direction?"
"We'll only know if we go out and see for ourselves." Yang Yitian had already stood up.
Just then, the sound of the night watchman's gong came from outside.
"It's past midnight," Yang Yitian murmured.
"Hmm." Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian came out of the window and jumped onto the street.
At this hour, the streets were unusually quiet, all the city lights had been turned off, and apart from the watchman, there was probably no one out walking around.
Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian walked around the streets, and the heart-pounding feeling subsided, but they still found nothing.
After walking around, Qi Zhiheng released his soul power to surround the entire city, trying to find out something, but in the end he found nothing.
"I didn't find anything." Qi Zhiheng frowned subconsciously. With his current cultivation level, it was a bit much that he hadn't noticed anything unusual. This, in turn, made the surrounding tranquility seem abnormal.
"Why don't we go back first?" Yang Yitian suggested.
Having gained nothing, waiting idly on this street is pointless; I might as well go back and cultivate.
On the first day, they returned empty-handed.
The next day at dawn, Qi Zhiheng suggested, "Why don't we inquire around and see if there's anything unusual about this city?"
"Your soul power is so widely distributed, haven't you heard any special news?" Yang Yitian sat in the main hall and took out his food to eat.
The food here is all ordinary; eating too much of it would be detrimental to one's spiritual practice.
Qi Zhiheng had tried to investigate, but there were too many people chatting. Once he released his soul power, the constant chattering made it impossible to know whose information was useful. You can't possibly pick out the most pleasant sparrow's chirping from a bunch of sparrows, can you?
When Qi Zhiheng had no other choice, he would just listen to the innkeeper's conversation, but there was nothing strange about his conversations with the other people.
Thinking this through, Qi Zhiheng decided to cast a small spell on the waiter later to see if he could get any information out of him.
"Let's go back to our room first!" Qi Zhiheng made the decision.
Yang Yitian nodded and followed him upstairs.
Qi Zhiheng encountered a waiter at the stairwell and instructed him, "Waiter, please bring us a bucket of hot water in a moment. I want to take a bath!" He then stuffed a piece of silver into the waiter's hand.
The waiter received the silver, nodded repeatedly, and went to prepare hot water with a beaming smile.
Yang Yitian sat on the bed, waiting for Qi Zhiheng to ask Xiao Er some questions.
The waiter brought up two buckets of hot water from the kitchen and knocked on Qi Zhiheng's door: "Sir, I've brought up the hot water."
Qi Zhiheng waved his hand, and the door opened in response.
The waiter poured hot water into the bathtub and then asked, "Esteemed guests, the hot water is ready. Is there anything else you require?"
The waiter had barely finished speaking when his pupils went unfocused. Qi Zhiheng waved his hand, closed the door, and sat down in a chair, taking a sip of tea.
He then turned to the waiter and asked, "Has anything unusual happened in the city lately?"
When the waiter heard Qi Zhiheng's question, he replied in a stiff voice, "There's nothing unusual."
"Nothing unusual? Think again, has anything been different from usual recently?" If Qi Zhiheng wasn't certain that Xiao Er had really been bewitched by him, he would have really thought that the other party had some ability to break the spell.
The waiter continued to shake his head, saying, "No."
Qi Zhiheng fell into deep thought. There had been nothing unusual during this period, so what was Yang Yitian feeling?
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