Chapter 272 Luck or Trap?



In fact, Liang Qiuling and the others' impression of Zhenru had already changed somewhat on the airship.

Although the impression of being mean and arrogant is not a good change, at least it is somewhat different from the incompetent rogue cultivator who just loafed around and waited to die before.

However, this was different after seeing Zhenru easily defeat two Nascent Soul cultivators, which led to a fundamental reversal.

"Senior Zhenru...you're not a rogue cultivator, are you?"

Mao Yunfeng was lively and talkative. After Zhen Ru casually dealt with the two Nascent Soul cultivators, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he happily came over to chat.

Zhenru smiled, glanced at him, and said:

How do you distinguish between rogue cultivators and non-rogue cultivators?

Mao Yunfeng, not understanding why, blurted out:

"How could someone with such skill be a rogue cultivator? Rogue cultivators don't have such a solid foundation, nor could they possess such powerful techniques."

"Oh, so that's how it's determined. But I'm just a rogue cultivator."

Seeing that Zhenru didn't seem to be joking, nor did he appear pleased by the praise, Mao Yunfeng chuckled awkwardly:

"Is that so? Then you're quite amazing, senior."

After a brief moment of awkwardness, Mao Yunfeng calmed down for a while.

"Ah! I understand!"

But the peace didn't last long. Suddenly, Mao Yunfeng looked at Zhenru, jumped up from his seat, pointed at Zhenru, and shouted.

Their previous disdain for Zhenru stemmed from a stereotype of guest elders.

But no matter how rigid he is, Zhenru is still a genuine Nascent Soul senior. If people don't care about him secretly, that's fine. But if he points at him and shouts at him to his face, he's just asking for trouble.

The group's expressions were rather unpleasant. Liang Qiuling reached out to pull Mao Yunfeng while trying to apologize to Zhenru, but the next moment she heard Mao Yunfeng shout:

"You, you, you came from an ancient secret realm!"

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Zhenru neither blamed Mao Yunfeng for being rude nor denied what he said.

The others were astonished.

Although they weren't top-tier core disciples of the sect, they were still elite disciples, and they were very clear about what they were doing in the ancient secret realm.

No wonder, no wonder he could easily defeat cultivators of the same level, because he was invincible among those of the same level.

Alright, now the group is as well-behaved and quiet as quails.

Only Mao Yunfeng, unable to stay silent, muttered something:

"Senior...is this a case of late bloomer?"

Curiosity outweighed testing; Zhenru remained unfazed and stated frankly:

"The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Everyone's opportunity will arrive at different times. Not all of those ascended ancestors were super geniuses who reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred."

To be precise, the vast majority of those who reach the point of ascension are not born geniuses.

It's not that there are so few geniuses, but rather that most geniuses perish before they can even ascend to immortality.

Mao Yunfeng and his group fell silent.

Because what he said was true, and at the same time, his previously restless mood calmed down with embarrassment.

It turns out that they weren't cold, mean, or arrogant; they were just truly trash compared to them.

Zhenru couldn't care less about their thoughts; she just felt that peace and quiet were wonderful.

There was one downside: during the rest of the journey, no matter what the team members were doing, they would subconsciously glance at Zhenru.

So when they arrived at the mission location, Zhenru made an excuse and slipped away.

"Does Senior Jinru think we're too dependent?"

"That's good, but hopefully she can hear us when we call for help."

They are aware of the problem, but find it difficult to control their nature.

"Look! It's Senior Zhenru!"

"Is she paving the way for us?"

Before Mao Yunfeng could finish his grumbling, a sharp-eyed member of the team pointed excitedly at the sky above the center of the dead zone.

Liang Qiuling slapped him on the head and looked at him like he was an idiot, saying:

"Foolish! They actually think our lives can get us into the heart of the dead zone? Even Nascent Soul Ancestors aren't safe here!"

The team member, unconvinced, scratched the back of his head and whispered:

"But if Senior is indeed in the Nascent Soul stage and has just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, how can she go?"

"Then go ask her!"

Liang Qiuling gave a perfunctory reply, but in her heart she was thinking, "Is this the power of the ancient secret realm?"

That was indeed the figure of Zhenru.

She figured it was a place related to fire, and since she was already there, she might as well go in and take a look around.

Originally, I thought that since I hadn't sensed the aura of the Golden Crow's essence blood, I could just wander around and hide in the shadows, or find some Nascent Soul stage demonic beasts to fight.

As a result, when Zhenru flew to the very center of the dead land, he felt a familiar aura flash by in the center of the dead land below.

She couldn't be mistaken; it was the aura of the Golden Crow's essence blood.

But isn't this too much of a coincidence? A task group that was just randomly assigned happened to discover the Golden Crow's essence blood?

If it were true that they sent a message to Liang Qiuling, instructing them to train obediently on the periphery before plunging headlong into the center of the deadly place.

The changing aura of the Golden Crow's essence blood can only indicate two possibilities.

One possibility is that it was a trap set by the enemy; another is that the drop of Golden Crow essence blood has already been taken away, or that the drop of essence blood has developed its own consciousness and is no longer willing to merge with other essence blood.

In either case, it's not a good thing for Zhenru.

At the heart of the dead zone, there was only darkness.

Yes, the hottest part of the dead zone is not a bright red world, but a silent blackness.

The moment it landed, it was hit by a heat wave carrying the smell of various unidentified objects burning.

The heat was not to be feared, but the smell was unbearable. Zhenru could only shut down her five senses and send out her divine sense to explore the way ahead.

To avoid being discovered, Zhenru concealed half of her body within the Golden Crow Space, while simultaneously flicking her wrist to summon an ancient, bronze-green diamond-shaped mirror high above her head.

Zhenru never really understood the origin of that rhombus-shaped mirror; he just felt that its original appearance shouldn't be so rusty.

Unfortunately, the incantation wasn't used correctly, so for now it can only be used to find things, just like its previous owner.

The rank of Linghua Jing is unknown, but her abilities are outstanding.

Zhenru, hidden in the shadows, pushed the diamond-shaped mirror and searched inch by inch, not even letting go of the insects that had absorbed a trace of spiritual energy.

Finally, Zhenru slowly pushed the diamond-shaped mirror, trapping a hidden ray of light in an inescapable corner.

"Get out here!"

After roughly estimating its strength, Zhenru revealed itself, waved its hand, and unleashed a net of fire that covered the ball of spiritual light.

She did not use her immortal power, but instead used the "borrowing" power method she learned in the Tower of Ascension.

This means that, if one does not exert force from within oneself, but instead uses the least amount of power to mobilize the most and strongest surrounding forces, one can achieve the best attack effect.

Mobilizing external forces—this kind of attack method is a power that cultivators can only use when they advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

The Ascension Tower is indeed an unparalleled opportunity.

Once again, I admired the use of leverage in my mind, and then, as if my outstretched hand had formed a claw, I gently pulled it back.

Then she saw a blob that was pointed at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like a bamboo shoot, wriggling and struggling in her palm with a "whooshing" sound.

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