Cultivation begins with earning spirit stones

Chapter 71 First Arrival in Yunmeng Continent

Zhang Lin withdrew his gaze, already having made up his mind.

This Senior Sister Luo is no ordinary person.

Although she is a woman, she is more decisive and capable than most men.

He acts decisively and speaks frankly, treating everyone equally and impartially.

Such a person is best suited to be a guide.

Zhang Lin then looked at Zhou Mingyuan.

Zhou Mingyuan sat on the other side of the spirit boat, chatting and laughing in hushed tones with several new disciples, displaying the demeanor of a young master from a prominent family.

His expression was calm, with a faint smile on his lips, giving people a feeling of being very easy to get along with.

Zhang Lin sneered inwardly.

This person is more cunning than he imagined.

But he wasn't afraid.

He was not afraid of open attacks or blunders, but he was also prepared for hidden schemes and tricks.

Zhang Lin withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

The spirit boat flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, through clouds and mist, and through the glow of dawn, heading towards Yunmeng Island.

Luo Qinghe stood at the bow of the boat, gazing ahead.

Her spiritual awareness covered the entire spirit boat, and every move of every person on board could not escape her perception.

She noticed that the new disciple, Zhang Lin, had been meditating ever since he boarded the boat.

Do not talk to people, do not look around, do not curry favor with the powerful, and do not inquire about information.

He simply sat quietly in the corner, closing his eyes to rest.

His aura was calm and his spiritual power was restrained. He didn't seem like a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator from a rogue background, but rather like a disciple of a major sect who had undergone rigorous training.

Luo Qinghe's heart stirred slightly.

This person is the leader of this Qingxuan City Alchemy Conference.

She had heard the branch leader mention this name.

"A top-grade first-class Qi-cultivating pill, with twelve pills produced, is a quality that even an inner disciple of a top sect might not be able to refine with the same quality of spiritual herbs."

These are the original words of the branch administrator.

Luo Qinghe dismissed it at the time, thinking that the branch leader was exaggerating.

Now that she's seen him in person, she's starting to believe it.

This person's demeanor is truly extraordinary.

Luo Qinghe withdrew her spiritual sense and stopped paying attention to Zhang Lin.

There were more than ten people on the boat, all of whom were winners of the Dharma assemblies in various cities, each with their own strengths.

What she needed to do was bring them safely back to Danxia Sect.

Whether they can establish themselves in the sect is their own business.

The spirit boat continued its flight, heading towards Yunmeng Island.

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As the sun rose higher, its rays shone on the spirit boat, making the white jade hull appear crystal clear.

Zhang Lin opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

The spirit boat travels above the sea of ​​clouds, with the clouds and mist surging below like waves.

At the edge of the sky, however, a myriad of rays of light shone.

Yunmengzhou is now in sight.

Zhang Lin stood up by the boat, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the clouds as he looked down at the land below.

After flying for more than three hours, heading east from the border of the Southern Wilderness Continent, passing through vast mountains and crossing turbulent rivers, we finally arrived at our destination.

As the spirit boat passed through the last cloud, the view suddenly opened up before us.

Zhang Lin's pupils contracted slightly.

Below lies a boundless marshland, dotted with lakes of all sizes, like mirrors embedded in the earth, shimmering in the sunlight.

Rivers meander like ribbons between the lakes, connecting this watery land into one.

The riverbanks are lined with vast farmlands, where rice paddies ripple in the breeze and paths crisscross the fields.

In the fields, one can occasionally see farmers working, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys and the sounds of chickens and dogs.

What a beautiful scene of a Jiangnan water town!

But unlike the water towns of the mortal world, this land is filled with sparkling spiritual light.

Spirit fish leaped out of the lake, the trees along the riverbank were unusually lush, and the crops in the fields were taller than usual, their ears heavy and gleaming with a faint spiritual light.

The spiritual energy was so dense that it almost solidified into a tangible substance.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath and felt wisps of spiritual energy seep into his meridians through his mouth and nose, making him feel refreshed and comfortable all over.

When cultivating on the border of the Southern Wilderness Continent, the spiritual energy is as thin as silk, and one must meditate and circulate one's energy to draw it into the body.

Here, spiritual energy is everywhere and pervasive; even if you stand still, spiritual energy will automatically seep into your meridians.

This is the spiritual vein land guarded by the nine great mystical sects.

Yu Youwei, standing beside Zhang Lin, was also stunned by the scene before her.

Born into a minor aristocratic family in Chuzhou, she had never left Huainan Road since she began her cultivation, so she had never seen such a sight before.

His gaze wandered among the lakes, rivers, and farmlands, his lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Boyuan, a man of wide experience, stood to the side stroking his beard and said with a smile, "This is Yunmeng Continent, a land of water and lakes, a blessed land, and a land of rare medicinal herbs."

"I came here once when I was young. At that time, I thought that if I could cultivate here, I would be willing to live ten years less. I never thought that I would actually come here when I was old."

Zhang Lin nodded slightly, looking ahead.

In the distance, the mountains stretch endlessly, like a giant dragon lying horizontally.

The mountains rise from low to high, layer upon layer, becoming higher and higher as you go further away, with the main peak in the farthest distance surrounded by twenty-six other peaks.

The main peak soared into the clouds, its summit hidden in the mist and not clearly visible.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, with waterfalls and springs, and pavilions and terraces appearing and disappearing in the clouds, creating a picturesque scene, like a fairyland.

Danxia Mountain.

The location of the upper branch of the Danxia Sect.

The spirit boat flew to the gate of one of the eighteen outermost mountain peaks and landed slowly.

The mountain gate is a huge stone archway, ten zhang high and five zhang wide, made entirely of bluish-white jade. Despite the wind and rain, it remains as clean and new as ever.

The archway is inscribed with three large characters, "Danxia Sect," written in a vigorous and powerful style, subtly conveying the essence of Daoist alchemy.

Looking at those three words, Zhang Lin felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

The feeling was strange, as if a huge alchemy furnace appeared before my eyes, with flames roaring and the aroma of medicine filling the air.

In a daze, he seemed to see countless spiritual herbs tumbling in the furnace, eventually transforming into crystal-clear pills.

By the time he came to his senses, the feeling had vanished without a trace.

On either side of the archway stands a stone statue, about three zhang tall. One is an old man with white hair, holding a cauldron and with a kind face, while the other is a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a sutra on alchemy and with deep eyes.

The founder of the Danxia School.

The spirit boat passed through the mountain gate and flew slowly along a road paved with bluestone.

The avenue is wide enough for ten horses to ride abreast, and the road surface is smooth and flat, with the bluestone polished to a shine by the years.

The roadside was lined with medicinal herbs, row upon row, neat and tidy, shimmering with spiritual light, and exuding a fragrant aroma.

Zhang Lin's gaze swept over the medicinal herbs, and he was secretly astonished.

Even the worst of those medicinal herbs were over ten years old, of excellent quality, and full of spiritual energy.

Even the roadside weeds grow like this, which shows the profound cultural heritage of the Danxia Sect.

The spirit boat landed at the end of the avenue.

Ahead lies a cluster of buildings, with blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, built against the mountain, layer upon layer, arranged in a staggered and orderly manner.

At the center of the complex stands a three-story pavilion with a plaque above the entrance that reads "Outer Gate Affairs Hall".

Luo Qinghe turned around, glanced at everyone on the boat, and said calmly, "We've arrived. Disembark."

The crowd filed down.

Zhang Lin stood firmly on the bluestone ground, feeling the solid texture beneath his feet.

The surrounding spiritual energy was so dense it was suffocating; every breath felt like swallowing a medicinal pill.