Liu Jinghong had not experienced the feeling of abundant spiritual energy for a long time. Now that he was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, he was finally able to restart the power of the divination symbols, so that he would no longer be able to only light candles with the Li character divination symbol as before.
"The character '巽' signifies an infinite realm of wind."
He used the Xun hexagram to directly define a domain at the edge of the cliff. Once anyone gets close, they will be hit by a strong wind and swept off the cliff in an instant.
He persisted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he felt his spiritual energy begin to deplete. So he swallowed a few Spirit Recovery Pills, and the rate of recovery was barely enough to keep up with the consumption.
His spiritual abode was, after all, made of woven rattan. It could fool the Blazing Sun Flower, but it couldn't fool the rules of heaven and earth. He still couldn't absorb spiritual energy on his own. If his spiritual power was depleted, he could only replenish it by taking Spirit Recovery Pills or absorbing spirit stones and jade.
While there are indeed no side effects to taking the Spirit Recovery Pill, its recovery is slow, and the upper limit of spirit recovery is very straightforward. Liu Jinghong, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, didn't need the Spirit Recovery Pill because even if he took it, he could only recover the spiritual energy reserves expected for a Qi Refining stage.
For him, it's utterly useless in actual combat.
Spiritual jade and spiritual stones are different; they are equivalent to an external spiritual palace, absorbing and using as much as you want. The downside is that they can easily damage your meridians.
But now that Liu Jinghong is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, her spiritual energy reserves are already quite considerable, so the Spirit Recovery Pill can finally be put to some use.
He stood on the edge of the cliff, taking full advantage of the terrain and timing, displaying an imposing presence that made him an invincible force.
Even among those climbers, the lowest level of cultivation was Golden Core, and the highest was even at the peak of Nascent Soul.
Liu Jinghong's jade-built hut was placed next to it. He said it was windy and that Kunlun was cold, so he insisted that Chu Hongluan go inside to rest for a while.
Chu Hongluan sat cross-legged on the headboard, reading a book, a plain men's mink cloak draped over her shoulders. Outside the window, snow fell softly, creating a scene of serene tranquility.
As for those elderly monks hanging on the edge of the cliff, whether life is peaceful or not is of no concern to them.
Soon, the clouds were tinged with a brilliant gold, the sunset glow reflected on the snow, and the snow also gained a touch of warmth; it was almost dusk.
Shortly after Liu Jinghong packed up the small house, the magnificent and enormous Qingxu Palace appeared before the two of them.
At the same time, a terrifying shockwave swept in, and Chu Hongluan immediately gripped Liu Jinghong's wrist to steady herself. Then, she heard unwilling roars coming from below the cliff. Before the echoes had faded, she was thrown far, far away by the shockwave and isolated outside the mist of the Great Wilderness.
The match is over.
With the shockwave dissipating, the two were finally able to observe the palace before them.
It stands majestically amidst the white snow, both solemn and sacred.
Purple mist lingered around the eaves of the palace, reflecting the seven-colored holy light.
A Taoist priest in green robes walked out of the hall. Before he even stepped down the stairs, the sword behind Chu Hongluan suddenly emitted a clanging sound, as if excited and urgent.
Chu Hongluan patted it with her hands behind her back, as if to comfort it, then asked in a low voice, "Is it him?"
The knife paused for a moment, then vibrated even more violently.
Even Liu Jinghong glanced at him several times.
Soon, the Taoist in green robes arrived in front of them.
Seeing two other people standing there, he was somewhat surprised and asked, "Who is number one?"
"He is."
"she is."
The two spoke almost in unison.
Chu Hongluan pushed Liu Jinghong forward half a step and emphasized again, "He is."
Liu Jinghong hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
The Taoist in green glanced at Liu Jinghong, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply said, "Come with me."
"Senior, please wait." Chu Hongluan called out to him.
The Taoist priest in green frowned, turned his head, but did not turn around: "What do you want?"
“I have a friend who claims to be an old friend of yours and wishes to meet you.”
The Taoist in green turned around in confusion, his gaze sweeping over Chu Hongluan from behind: "There is no one else here."
Chu Hongluan took the knife from behind her. "Senior, please don't be offended. My friend here only has a soul and a spirit left, so he has no choice but to temporarily reside in this knife."
The Taoist in green extended his divine sense and swept it across the knife. The moment he sensed the spirit within, a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
It's you.
"Young friend, you've come all this way for this reason?"
Chu Hongluan glanced at Liu Jinghong with a smile and said, "Yes, and not entirely."
The Taoist in green smiled slightly, and his expression softened considerably.
"In that case, please come in with me, my two young friends."
Chu Hongluan and Liu Jinghong followed side by side behind the Taoist in green, step by step into Qingxu Palace, a place rumored to be inhabited by immortals.
Surprisingly, the hall was quite empty and monotonous. The long corridor was just a long corridor, and the beams and pillars were just beams and pillars, without any superfluous decorations. There were no magnificent treasures to be found, no ethereal mist to swirl around, and no palace maids or fairies to hold lamps and serve wine. Apart from them, there was no one else there, and it only felt somewhat cold and desolate.
Seeing the expressions on the two people's faces, the Taoist in green took the initiative to explain: "The summit of Kunlun is bitterly cold, and for tens of thousands of years, I have been the only one there."
He led the two to the second floor, where a plaque on the right read "Hall of Inheritance" in bold, flowing calligraphy, simple and clear.
The Taoist in green stopped and turned to Liu Jinghong, saying, "Young friend, go in. Your inheritance will find you on its own."
Liu Jinghong subconsciously looked at Chu Hongluan, and only after receiving a signal from her did she reluctantly push open the door and go inside.
The Taoist priest in green was speechless; it was the first time he had ever seen someone enter this door with such difficulty.
The Taoist priest in green led Chu Hongluan to the third floor, where a huge crystal ball floated in the very center of the hall.
"Please bring the knife closer to the Spirit Gathering Orb, young friend."
This crystal ball was originally called the Spirit Gathering Magic Ball.
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