Chapter 4

On the path leading to Xianglong Temple, Fang Ling felt his heart tremble more and more as he walked.

At the beginning, the spatial rifts and various traps clearly marked on the tour map, which were three meters away from the correct path, seemed to get closer and closer to him.

When Fang Ling reached the side of Xianglong Temple, a small stumble caused a large chunk of his flying hair to fall off.

Without this map of Lashan, Fang Ling would not even know how far he could walk on this path to Xianglong Temple.

However, the perilous road was accompanied by great rewards. Although he did not dare to venture deep, Fang Ling's medicine basket still contained quite a few things.

Not to mention anything else, just the three-leaf grass over twenty years old numbered seven plants. According to the price in the main character's memory, this basket of medicine alone was worth about two thousand gold.

Finally, the location of Xianglong Temple was reached, but where was the temple? What faced Fang Ling was a platform only thirty acres in size.

On the platform, vegetation grew unevenly.

Fang Ling followed the route into the platform. After a brief moment of contemplation, he did not immediately look at the plants but used his long sword to cut down a small tree over ten feet tall and slowly probed the surroundings with the small tree.

This was to check if there were any dangers around.

No danger, no danger, still no danger!

Fang Ling spent half an hour probing the entire platform, and there was not a single danger.

This made him breathe a huge sigh of relief.

Although there was no Xianglong Temple, at least this platform gave him a place to rest.

The moment the long stick extended beyond the platform, Fang Ling felt a gust of wind, and the stick in his hand was silently cut in half.

This discovery made Fang Ling's heart leap in shock!

After experimenting more than twenty times, Fang Ling was certain that the platform itself had no danger, but the surroundings were a hundred times more dangerous than usual.

Not only were there countless spatial rifts of various sizes, but also many silent pits that appeared and disappeared without a sound, the number of which was unknown.

If it were not for the map, coming to this place would almost certainly mean death.

After resting on the ground for a while, Fang Ling began to seriously examine the things on the platform.

"Three-leaf grass, a full hundred-year-old three-leaf grass!" Fang Ling had already collected quite a bit of three-leaf grass, so he was very sensitive to it. Looking at the thick spiral pattern at the root of the three-leaf grass, he immediately made a definitive judgment.

Ten years for two hundred gold, twenty years for five hundred gold, a hundred years of three-leaf grass would be worth at least a thousand gold.

I'm rich!

Thinking about how easily he had come to this secret realm of Lashan, Fang Ling felt an urge to laugh out loud. This impulse came not only from the main character but also from himself.

After all, in his previous life, Fang Ling was an orphan who had long been accustomed to living frugally, his dream was to become a rich person through his own hands.

And now, a golden path had already appeared before him.

Looking at the various herbs growing on the platform, Fang Ling felt as if he were seeing a field of gold.

However, he soon regained his composure. Both his past experience and his experience in this world clearly told him one thing: having money without corresponding strength was like a fat pig in others' eyes, who might be killed at any time.

Controlling one's fate was not just a matter of words; it required strength.

"This is the Eagle-Snake Fruit." Fang Ling came to the left side of the platform and looked at a red fruit the size of a fist hanging on a small branch. The fruit had two prominent protrusions, one shaped like an eagle and the other like a snake.

Eagle-Snake Fruit, an eighth-grade spiritual medicine!

If sold to the Treasure Pavilion, it would be worth at least ten thousand gold.

But what attracted Fang Ling more than the gold was the effect of the Eagle-Snake Fruit.

For cultivators below the seventh level of Qi Cultivation, one Eagle-Snake Fruit could help them break through one level.

For most cultivators, this Eagle-Snake Fruit was a rare and precious item, although it had no effect the second time it was used.

After a brief hesitation, Fang Ling picked the Eagle-Snake Fruit and slowly put it in his mouth. At this moment, strength was the most important, and how to break through later was a matter for the future.

As the Eagle-Snake Fruit entered his mouth, Fang Ling felt a surge of heat in his chest and abdomen. According to the main character's memory, Fang Ling slowly activated the Fang family's ancestral Cultivation of Primordial Energy technique, and the inner energy began to circulate rapidly in his body.

The heat was like a man seeing a beautiful woman, quickly surging into the inner energy. Fang Ling felt that the speed of the inner energy circulation in his body had doubled.

One circle, two circles, three circles...

After twenty-four cycles, Fang Ling became a bit nervous.

The barrier from the second level to the third level of Qi Cultivation was to break through from twenty-four cycles to twenty-five cycles.

Although it was just one cycle, many people went into a mental breakdown because they could not achieve it naturally and forced the breakthrough.

The main character had fallen at this barrier not long ago.

"Boom!"

With a light tremor, the twenty-fifth cycle, which had caused the main character great suffering, was instantly broken through by Fang Ling.

The inner energy circulated rapidly in Fang Ling's body, and he felt that his meridians had widened by a third, and the speed of the inner energy circulation had increased by a third.

"Whoosh!"

A white mist, like a three-foot-long white sword, was exhaled from Fang Ling's mouth.

Under the sunlight, the white mist refracted into points of colorful light.

Exhaling like a sword, the third level of Qi Cultivation.

Inhaling the white mist back into his abdomen, Fang Ling felt a bit excited. According to the main character's memory, the third level of Qi Cultivation could lift two thousand pounds.

His gaze swept around, and he saw a stone the size of a table lying quietly on the ground.

This stone should weigh two thousand pounds.

Fang Ling grabbed the two corners of the stone with both hands, and with the inner energy circulating, he lifted the stone directly.

"Thud!"

Fang Ling threw the stone to the ground, and looking at the rolling stone, he felt a desire to cry.

This feeling was probably from the main character's subconscious.

The third level of Qi Cultivation, which the main character had pursued bitterly, was easily broken through with the help of the Eagle-Snake Fruit.

Sitting on the stone, Fang Ling was deeply moved. The reason he could obtain the Eagle-Snake Fruit was thanks to the Lashan tour map.

"Hmm, what is this?"

As Fang Ling's fingers unconsciously traced the stone surface, he suddenly felt that the surface was slightly concave.

Looking down, he saw some small human figures on the back of the stone. These figures seemed to be flipping in the air, and there were some characters below them.

However, these characters were now very faint, as if they were about to be erased by time.

"Golden Goose Soaring, Walking in the Void, Occasionally Gained, Scribbled at Will... Qiu Chuji!"

The last three characters made Fang Ling's mouth open wide.

Qiu Chuji, wasn't he the Changchunzi of the Quanzhen Sect?

It was said that Xianglong Temple was where he practiced in the past, and it seemed that this rumor was true.

The Xianglong Temple in the secret realm of Lashan was not gone, but had been erased by the passage of time. What remained was this stone and the characters on it.

Fang Ling carefully read all the characters, knowing that one evening, Qiu Chuji saw geese flying north and was inspired, advancing his Golden Goose Technique further.

In his joy, he recorded his gains on a stone.

Fang Ling had some impression of the Golden Goose Technique from his previous life, and with Qiu Chuji's notes, he could not help but study it carefully.

The moonlight shone on the platform, and Fang Ling, who had been motionless like a stone, suddenly rose into the air, flying three zhang high.

At this moment, a person would usually fall, but as Fang Ling was about to fall, he stepped with his feet and walked thirteen steps in the air.

At this moment, under the moonlight, Fang Ling did not look like a person but truly like a goose soaring in the air.

Landing lightly on one side of the stone, Fang Ling looked at Changchunzi's characters, waved his hand, and erased all the characters.

He had already achieved a small success with the Golden Goose Technique and no longer needed these characters.

Although the Golden Goose Technique was not a supreme skill, Fang Ling felt that with it, his combat ability and ability to evade attacks had increased by fifty percent.

Especially in evading attacks, if he had known the Golden Goose Technique before his battle with Roger, he would not have had to take such a risk; he could have used the Golden Goose Technique to create distance between himself and Roger.

Unfortunately, Changchunzi had only left the Golden Goose Technique here. If he had left some other Quanzhen Sect martial techniques, it would have been even better!

...

As the sun rose in the east, Fang Ling collected all the usable herbs on the Xianglong Temple platform into his basket, which was now more than half full.

Since last night, Fang Ling had been facing two choices: go up the mountain or go down. In the end, he decided to go up. Although the path up was more dangerous, he believed that with the tour map in his mind, the places that others feared like tigers would have little effect on him.

As Fang Ling had expected, going up did not bring him any danger. Although he could feel more spatial rifts as he went higher, these rifts did not harm him at all.

After putting an Eagle-Snake Fruit in his basket, Fang Ling arrived at the Jade Emperor Hall and the Bixia Yuanjun Shrine. Unfortunately, apart from the platform and herbs similar to those at Xianglong Temple, there was nothing else.

Fang Ling saw more than ten Eagle-Snake Fruits at the Jade Emperor Hall, but he did not pick any more. Possessing treasure was a sin, and if he took these fruits out, he might end up dead without a burial place.

Compared to the herbs, these places did not leave Fang Ling with any memorable things.

Everything had turned to nothingness with the passage of time.

Looking up at the mountain top, there were still more than two hundred meters to go. Fang Ling was about to go up when, faintly, he seemed to see a large tree shimmering with points of colorful light in the sunlight!