The big snake spits out terrible messages.
It made a hissing sound!
Green venom dripping from a gaping, blood-red maw!
Zhang Yuan was almost in tears!
This, holy crap, is a giant snake!
It's a poisonous snake!
...
Brother Snake, I meant no offense. I didn't know this was your territory. I'm leaving now, please don't bite me!
I don't want that Ganoderma lucidum either; I just took a few pictures...
Zhang Yuan spoke tremblingly, his body too taut to move, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his legs shaking.
He regretted it terribly!
Why come in to take pictures? The wooden sign clearly says: Danger, Do Not Enter!
How did I end up here?!
Damn it!
But it seemed that Brother Snake had no intention of letting Zhang Yuan go. He opened his blood-red maw and lunged at Zhang Yuan.
The giant snake was extremely fast. Zhang Yuan tried to run, but he was no match for its speed.
"ah!"
The giant snake bit Zhang Yuan's arm.
Intense pain and fear instantly filled Zhang Yuan's heart!
Zhang Yuan's consciousness began to fade.
"It's over, it's over, I'm going to die?"
"I never imagined that I'd become food for a giant serpent before even achieving immortality!"
"School doctor, please help me!"
"Senior Ya Jing, come save me!!"
"I don't want to die!"
Then, Zhang Yuan completely lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuan regained consciousness.
Where is this?
When Zhang Yuan opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar cave.
"Didn't I get bitten by a poisonous snake on the back mountain of the academy?"
He quickly raised his hand and glanced at the spot on his arm where he had been bitten by the venomous snake. There were no marks or snake fangs, and his skin was as smooth as ever!
"Strange, could it be that I'm not dead?"
"Or have I already transmigrated?"
Zhang Yuan was completely bewildered.
He carefully examined the strange cave he was in.
The cave was small, enveloped in a hazy light. A waterfall cascaded down from mid-air, flowing into a pool inside the cave. In front of the pool was an ancient blue stone table, on which something seemed to be placed.
Zhang Yuan was standing on the other side of the pool, so he couldn't see it clearly.
Just as Zhang Yuan was feeling uneasy and wondering what had happened, he heard a hissing sound behind him that he would never forget in his life!
That was the hissing sound of the venomous snake that killed him!
Zhang Yuan turned around and, sure enough, saw the familiar giant snake. He couldn't help but curse.
"Depend on!"
"It's like a persistent ghost."
Just as Zhang Yuan was about to run away, the giant snake suddenly spoke.
"Do not be afraid, I am the guardian of this cave, a sword spirit!"
As he spoke, the giant snake transformed into a beautiful cyan flying sword right under Zhang Yuan's nose and flew towards him.
"You, you stay away!"
Zhang Yuan was bitten by a giant snake once, leaving him with a huge psychological trauma. Even now, when the giant snake suddenly turns into a flying sword, Zhang Yuan is still afraid.
He stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
"Don't come any closer!"
The cyan flying sword stopped two meters in front of Zhang Yuan, hovering in mid-air.
"Master, don't be afraid. I am the sword spirit of this cave. The giant snake you saw earlier was an illusion I created. The flying sword is my true form!"
"The sword spirit explained."
Zhang Yuan: ...
"Why didn't you say so earlier? You scared me to death."
Since it wasn't a giant snake, Zhang Yuan wasn't so scared anymore. He stood up from the ground, his mind filled with too many questions and confusions.
For example, where is this place? Is he really dead? And what's with the sword spirit suddenly calling him its master?
Why is he here?
As if knowing what Zhang Yuan was thinking, the sword spirit quickly circled around Zhang Yuan's head a few times, and then a pair of eyes and a mouth materialized on the sword and spoke.
The sword spirit can answer your questions, Master.
Zhang Yuan tentatively asked: Where is this place? Am I dead?
Blade Spirit: Master, you are not dead. This is the ruins of the cave of the Immortal Zhengyang.
I'm not dead?
Ha ha!
Upon learning that he was still alive, Zhang Yuan, who had narrowly escaped death, couldn't help but laugh.
Sword Spirit: Yes, Master, your spirit has only temporarily arrived here.
By the way, you said this is the site of the cave of the Immortal Zhengyang. Who is the Immortal Zhengyang?
Immortal Zhengyang was a handsome and powerful immortal, but unfortunately, he perished ten thousand years ago. This is a cultivation ground he once established!
Zhengyang Cave.
So who are you?
I was once a flying sword by the side of the Immortal Zhengyang. I gained self-awareness, and after my master's death, I was left behind in Zhengyang Cave.
Unfortunately, ten thousand years have passed, and the spiritual energy of Zhengyang Cave has become increasingly depleted. It has been reduced from a celestial cave to a blessed land, but now it is no longer even a blessed land, only having slightly more concentrated spiritual energy.
As time passed, the spiritual energy of Zhengyang Cave waned, and my cultivation and spiritual consciousness, deprived of nourishment, continued to decline. Now, only a few remnants of my memories remain, guarding this place and waiting for a destined person to arrive and inherit the legacy of the Zhengyang Immortal!
"The sword spirit sighed."
Upon hearing the word "inheritance," Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up instantly.
"So, you've been waiting for someone to come and inherit the legacy of Immortal Zhengyang?"
"Yes!"
"Unfortunately, ten thousand years have passed, and this cave has not encountered a suitable person with the right destiny. Either they lack the affinity for immortality, or their immortal bones are too poor!"
Until you, Master, appeared.
As the little sword spirit finished speaking, it turned around happily, and the sword, which was originally more than a meter long, was shortened to a small flying sword that was only a dozen centimeters long.
If no suitable person comes soon, I, the little sword spirit, will disappear due to the depletion of my spiritual energy.
The little sword spirit said, then remembered something and continued: "By the way, three years ago, a group of people wanted to destroy the cave ruins left by the Immortal Zhengyang and build a mountain road. I used a little magic to scare them away, and later this place was fenced off with barbed wire!"
That time, it consumed a lot of my spiritual energy!
The little sword spirit said with a wronged expression.
Zhang Yuan originally thought that the school built such a long wall on the mountainside behind the mountain to protect the white seabirds that lived on the mountaintop and to protect the ecological environment. But it turns out that it was not like that at all!
After quickly processing the information conveyed by the little sword spirit, Zhang Yuan began to understand.
He wasn't bitten by a snake; he stumbled upon a dilapidated cave ruin by accident!
"That's so melodramatic."
"But I like it!"
Zhang Yuan rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Then, have I already received the inheritance of the Immortal Zhengyang?"
"Um!"
The little sword spirit nodded and said.
"Isn't it necessary to perform a blood oath or something?"
"No need. My master was just bitten by the giant snake I conjured, and he has already received the inheritance of the Immortal Zhengyang!"
"I see!"
"However, Master, your body is too weak right now. Inheriting the legacy of the True Yang Immortal consumed a lot of your body's energy, so you will be weak for a while after you wake up!"
"Master, you must hurry up and cultivate. The cultivation notes left by Immortal Zhengyang contain cultivation methods that can help you quickly break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm!"
"From now on, the little sword spirit can only rely on its master and be nourished by your blood and energy! The stronger the master is, the stronger the little sword spirit will be!"
The little sword spirit said.
"oh."
"Cultivation notes? Where are they?"
On that stone table, Immortal Zhengyang left behind a book called "Yang Shen Cultivation Notes," a book called "Alchemy Notes," and a Qiankun bag!
Due to its age and the decline of Zhengyang Cave, the Qiankun Bag is now somewhat damaged.
The "Yang Shen Cultivation Notes" and "Alchemy Notes" are simultaneously imprinted in the master's mind, and can appear in his mind at any time whenever he wants to see them.
However, the Immortal Zhengyang has set restrictions on these two books. Some of the profound spells and cultivation methods cannot be viewed until the master's cultivation level has reached that level!
This is to protect the successor from the backlash caused by forcibly cultivating before reaching the required level!
The little sword spirit explained patiently.
Zhang Yuan ran excitedly to the stone table opposite the pool, and sure enough, there were two books and a nice cloth bag on the table.
One of the books has a blue cover with the title "Notes on Cultivating the Yang Spirit" written on it, while the other has a red cover with the title "Notes on Refining Elixir in the Pure Yang Realm".
Both books radiated a faint, multicolored glow.
Meanwhile, the golden cloth bag beside it emitted a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation.
The small golden cloth bag has a large red "正" (zheng) character written on the front. The opening of the bag is embroidered with gold thread and tied with a red rope.
Zhang Yuan tried to open the cloth bag to see what was inside, but he couldn't open it no matter what he tried.
"Master, your cultivation level is too low; you can't open the Qiankun Bag yet!"
The little sword spirit reminded him from the side.
Zhang Yuan felt awkward.
So, they picked up the two books left behind by the Immortal Zhengyang!
"Sword Spirit, is this Immortal Zhengyang very powerful?"
"Of course! The former master's cultivation had already broken through the Yang God realm and reached the True Immortal realm, and he was extremely skilled at refining pills!"
Little Sword Spirit said.
Zhang Yuan was shocked!
True Immortal Realm? Even more powerful than Yang God Realm?
All he knew was that mortals could cultivate into Yang Gods and become Celestial Immortals, whose primordial spirits could remain indestructible for thousands of years, allowing them to roam freely between heaven and earth!
This is the first time I've ever heard of a true fairyland.
"Master, you must also cultivate diligently and become a powerful immortal like Immortal Zhengyang in the future!"
Zhang Yuan: "Don't worry, I'll do my best!"
"By the way, if Immortal Zhengyang was so powerful, how could he have perished?"
Zhang Yuan asked.
The little sword spirit pondered for a moment, then frowned with its large, conjured eyes and said, "I don't know about this little sword spirit either."
Ten thousand years have passed, my spiritual power has been completely depleted, and only a small part of my spiritual consciousness remains, so I can't remember many things!
...
After the little sword spirit finished speaking, the sword seemed to get sleepy, and it withered a little more, becoming even smaller.
"Master, I am going to sleep now. Helping you complete the inheritance of the True Yang Immortal has consumed a lot of spiritual energy. For the next period of time, I will be in a deep sleep!"
As he spoke, the cyan sword spirit transformed into a stream of light and rushed into Zhang Yuan's chest.
It has disappeared.
"Hey, hey, don't go yet! You still haven't told me how to get out of here!"
Zhang Yuan shouted loudly.
I was so anxious I almost jumped up.
The little sword spirit vanished without a trace, and did not answer Zhang Yuan's question.
In the empty cave, only Zhang Yuan remained, looking around with a sense of desolation in his heart.
Just as Zhang Yuan was thinking about how to get out, the illusory Zhengyang Cave suddenly collapsed and disappeared.
Meanwhile, amidst the piles of green rocks on the back hill of Tongcheng University, Zhang Yuan slowly opened his tired eyes!
At this moment, he lay weakly on a large blue stone, with the azure sky, the dazzling sunlight, and the swaying grass in his eyes.
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