Chapter 68

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In the midst of the stormy hills, a solitary figure stood.

He was different from before, now dressed in a moon-white robe, his hair tied up with a headband, and the token at his waist concealed, appearing as a refined and elegant scholar. However, as he gazed into the distance, his brows were slightly furrowed.

The surroundings were hazy and dim, the stormy weather persisting, as if the world had sunk into darkness, leaving only loneliness and the passage of time.

What he saw before him was not the full view of Canglong Valley.

Wujiao glanced at the cave behind him, then raised the jade slip in his hand.

The stone mountain where he stood was just a corner of Canglong Valley. According to the map, Canglong Valley was vast, filled with numerous restrictions and mysterious phenomena, resembling a giant dragon lying down, with its body transformed into seven different areas. These were Longji Beach, Longwei Plain, Longxin Marsh, Longfang Mountain, Longdi River, Longkang Ridge, and Longjiao Peak, each with its own dangers and unpredictable opportunities. The final destination, Longjiao Peak, was where the Dragon's Head Gate was located, on the back of the mountain.

Thinking about it, successfully crossing Canglong Valley would not be easy. Although there was still a year left, he could not afford to delay.

Wujiao briefly identified the direction, put away the jade slip, took out a mask, and put it on his face, then leaped down the steep hill.

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A gray figure moved through the storm.

From a distance, his steps seemed slow, as if he were lingering in one place. But up close, he moved swiftly, covering over ten feet with each step.

However, when he leaped onto a hill, he suddenly stopped, raised his masked face, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Three days had passed, and the surroundings remained the same. The storm continued without end, the ground wet and muddy, with no sign of an end. Was the map wrong, or had he taken the wrong path?

Wujiao took out the map and examined it carefully. After a moment, he put it away and shook his head.

According to the map, he should have reached Longji Beach by now. After entering Canglong Valley, he had rested for over ten days and then proceeded straight, encountering no unexpected events.

Since the map was correct and the direction was right, why had he not seen Longji Beach after three days of hard travel?

Wujiao pondered for a moment but still had no clue. He took a deep breath, feeling helpless.

He had been traveling continuously without sleep, relying on the spiritual energy in his dantian to sustain him. A few more days would be manageable, but if this continued for much longer, the outcome would not be good. It seemed that Canglong Valley was indeed something to be taken seriously, and he could not afford to be careless!

Wujiao rubbed his stomach, his expression slightly anxious.

For half a month, he had only eaten a few pieces of cake. In the past, he would have starved to death. Although he was different now, he still needed to eat. Even a small taste was better than being hungry!

And if he couldn't even get past the first obstacle, Longji Beach, how could he hope to escape Canglong Valley? I refuse to believe in such a fate, hmpf!

Wujiao took out a jade bottle and swallowed a pill. The辟谷丹 (Pigudan) was a spiritual medicine that, once ingested, transformed into a ball of spiritual energy, filling his empty stomach and alleviating his hunger.

He shook off his fatigue and leaped forward again...

Three more days passed in the blink of an eye.

Wujiao landed on a hill, looking around.

The hill and the surrounding slopes looked familiar. No, the wet slopes and the shapes of the nearby rocks were exactly the same as where he had been three days ago.

How could this be? What a strange situation!

Wujiao scratched his head, his eyes full of surprise. He took another pill and then held a spirit stone in his palm.

A single辟谷丹 (Pigudan) could sustain him for three days, and the spiritual energy in the spirit stone could replenish his strength. Thanks to this, he had managed to survive until now. But if he kept circling around, who knew when he would be able to leave Canglong Valley.

Wujiao took out the map and examined it.

To reach Longwei Plain, he had to pass through Longji Beach. The direction was correct, so why couldn't he get out of this stormy, muddy area?

Wujiao pondered for a moment, then jumped down the hill, intending to continue forward. However, he changed direction and chose to follow the hills and stone mountains instead of the flat ground.

Half a day passed, and the storm continued.

Just as Wujiao was hesitating, he heard someone speaking ahead.

"Canglong Valley has been open for over half a month, and only you and I are left behind. What bad luck..."

"Rushing will not get you there faster."

"What do you mean?"

"Canglong Valley is filled with restrictions. Any strange phenomena are likely due to these restrictions. By moving around, you can make progress..."

"..."

As the two spoke, they noticed each other, slowed down, and turned around. "Fellow senior brother...?"

Wujiao approached and smiled easily. "I am from Huanglong Valley. May I know the names of the two senior brothers?"

He stopped two zhang away and looked at them. They were disciples of Guxian Mountain, each wearing a robe and a mask, their appearances and cultivation levels hidden. They seemed to be in a similar situation, and it was fortunate to have companions to help each other, avoiding being trapped. The restrictions they mentioned were recorded in the《Guxian Record》, using talismans and magic to create barriers and restrictions.

"He Tiancheng from Huanglong Valley! I thought you two were from Honglong Valley..."

"Guxian Mountain has only Huanglong Valley, Heilong Valley, Qinglong Valley, Chilong Valley, Yulong Valley, and Baijian Peak, no Honglong Valley. Senior brother Tiancheng, did you make a mistake? Why hide the token at your waist..."

"Hehe, just a joke. In such an unpredictable place, one must be cautious!"

"Yes, it's better not to mention names to avoid unnecessary trouble. Let's put away our tokens? Senior brother, please..."

"No need for formalities, you two go first!"

After a brief exchange, they traveled together. One side felt more secure with an additional person, while the other took the opportunity to gather information about Guxian Mountain.

Guxian Mountain was the largest immortal sect in Huosha Kingdom. Apart from the various valleys and peaks, the highest cultivators were the two elders and the sect leader, all at the Immortal realm. The sect leader, Jiang Yuanzi, was kind and did not involve himself in secular matters, rarely seen. Therefore, the true leaders of the sect were the two elders, Shen Bi and Quan Wenzhong.

As for the origin of Guxian Mountain, it was said to be related to an ancient sword. Some said the sword was invincible, others claimed it could change the world, and still others believed it was just a legend, a beautiful vision, and that the sword was actually ordinary. The details were likely unknown to ordinary disciples.

After another half day, a river blocked their path.

The storm had subsided, but the sky remained dark.

Wujiao looked back and then followed Wang Bi and Lu Zhi forward.

For the past six days, their efforts had been in vain. The path was right in front of them, but rushing would not help. The restrictions here were interesting and meaningful. When in a difficult situation, changing direction and taking a break might reveal a new path.

Wujiao was looking around when he suddenly smelled a foul odor. He realized that the river, which was dozens of feet wide, was actually flowing with black, viscous mud, more like a mudflow. Wang Bi and Lu Zhi seemed unaffected, so he quickly activated his spiritual energy and held his breath.

The dantian in his body was continuously circulating, creating a self-sustaining system for his organs and limbs. Even without breathing through his nose, he would not suffocate. He had noticed this when escaping from Lingxia Mountain but had not paid attention at the time. If he had, he would have realized the profound secrets in that journey.

"This is Longji Beach. We need to go upstream and find a way to cross the river to reach Longwei Plain. The mud in the river is highly toxic and must not be touched."

Wang Bi spoke, and Lu Zhi added, "Senior brother He, this way!"

These two disciples of Guxian Mountain, who rarely interacted with their fellow disciples, gradually lowered their guard as "Senior brother He" was friendly. Wujiao went along with it, "Hehe, let's go together..."

The left bank gradually rose.

The three of them followed the riverbank, covering twenty to thirty li without realizing it.

As they approached, the river narrowed. Not far ahead, the river, which had been dozens of feet wide, was now only four or five feet wide, making it easy to cross. This was clearly the best place to cross Longji Beach.

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi slowly stopped and turned back, "Senior brother He..."

Wujiao, as "Senior brother He," was walking calmly, observing the surroundings.

The sky was still dark and gloomy. The end of the hill was shrouded in darkness. The storm had stopped, but a cold wind was blowing, tearing through the muddy land. The slow-moving black mud in the river and the foul odor were unbearable, making one feel hopeless. Perhaps only by crossing and running could they escape the current predicament.

However, four disciples of Guxian Mountain, some in gray robes and others in blue, all wearing golden crystal masks and hiding their identity tokens, stood at the narrow part of the river.

At that moment, the four were guarding both banks, and a muscular man in a brown robe threw out a net-like object. With the help of magic, the net covered the river, causing the mud to churn and a foul smell to rise. He then pulled the net ashore and shook it, revealing a thumb-sized spirit stone that glittered on the shore. He picked it up and laughed with his three companions, "Haha! It's said that spirit stones are hidden in Longji Beach, and can be fished out with a green silk net. Indeed, we have a good harvest!"

The muscular man laughed, then flicked his wrist, and a green silk net about a foot long appeared, instantly transforming into a green cloud in front of him. He said proudly, "This treasure is hard to come by and very valuable..."

The four disciples continued to laugh, ignoring the others.

"Please let us pass, senior brothers, I thank you in advance!"

Wang Bi hesitated, then bowed. Lu Zhi added, "We don't want to disturb you, we'll leave, hehe..."

The muscular man glanced at them, suddenly becoming fierce. "If you want to pass, each of you must give us two spirit stones." He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, ready to fight. His companions also looked unfriendly, ready to attack.

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi were stunned, "Since we are fellow disciples..."

The man interrupted, "If not for the sake of being fellow disciples, it would be much more expensive. Don't waste time, hand over the spirit stones!"

Wujiao stood ten zhang away, silently observing the situation. Fortunately, he had not encountered Liu'er and her senior brother, saving him a lot of trouble. But encountering these four was unexpected.

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