Chapter 21

At that moment, a faint sound of something slicing through the air reached their ears. The eldest brother raised his hand and swiftly shot six hidden darts, attempting to ambush Yu Sulan. Le Li’s eyes flickered urgently as she warned, “Senior sister, be careful! They’re poisoned!”

Yu Sulan held her breath and deftly dodged each one. The last dart, a deep blue hue, grazed past her shoulder, its glimmering sheen revealing the potency of its toxin. Anger flared within her. “Such a wicked scheme!”

Wielding her sword, Yu Sulan unleashed her power. Sword energy arced like a rainbow, sharp and fierce, her fighting spirit blazing like fire. The second brother began to falter under the relentless assault.

Seeing this, the eldest brother abandoned Le Li and leapt forward to assist, thinking that once the senior sister was dealt with, the junior sister would fall easily.

But just as he turned, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Muscles tensing, he spun to evade, only to feel the cold surge pierce through his armpit. The icy chill coursed through his body, tightening his meridians and causing him to shudder uncontrollably. He swung his sword back, stabbing at Le Li, but was again blocked by her spiritual light shield.

Le Li knew well the vast difference in cultivation between herself and the male cultivators. If she left her shield to confront them face to face, while she might survive, she risked injury that would hinder Yu Sulan’s efforts. She was determined that all strikes must be delivered unexpectedly, while she remained protected.

From the moment she activated her spiritual light shield, her divine sense surged with full force. Six petals of icy blossoms gathered energy, waiting for the right moment. As the opponent turned, Le Li withdrew her shield and unleashed the six-petal ice flower at once, directing them precisely where her divine sense pointed. The ice petals struck successfully, then she immediately retracted her divine sense and the petals, activating the shield just in time to block the sword thrust. The timing was flawless.

This entire maneuver required exquisite precision and supreme control over both divine sense and spiritual energy—skills Le Li excelled at. Though she could not severely wound the enemy, the cold that entered his body would make it impossible for him to freely manipulate his spiritual energy.

The second brother, already filled with regret and knowing the battle was unwinnable, threw down two binding talismans. Seizing the opportunity while Yu Sulan was breaking through, he quickly grabbed the eldest brother and soared away on his sword.

Yu Sulan’s eyes narrowed sharply. She ripped open a second-tier sharp arrow talisman and hurled it fiercely at the fleeing pair. A dull sound of the arrow piercing flesh was heard, then the two vanished from sight.

Le Li withdrew her shield and hurried to Yu Sulan’s side. “Senior sister, are you alright?”

“Fine. Just two insignificant pests. And they still dared to rob us,” Yu Sulan said coldly, spinning her sword back into its sheath. “He ran fast. Had he been two steps slower, my sword energy would have pierced his chest.”

This was merely a brief episode. The two continued weaving through the mountains, searching. As night fell, they found a cave to rest; at dawn, they set out again. Despite all their efforts, they only managed to gather a single Dan Zhi herb over a hundred and sixty years old.

“The person who found the millennium-old Dan Zhi truly has extraordinary luck. But now that news has spread, the entire Yuanxiang Mountain must have been trampled by cultivators many times. It’s not surprising we can’t find any older Dan Zhi anymore,” Yu Sulan said, waving her spiritual light to clear away entangled vines and carve out a path.

“Perhaps there are still some slip through the cracks—waiting for us to find,” Le Li said optimistically.

Just then, Yu Sulan stumbled on a vine. She instinctively raised her foot to kick it, but Le Li quickly stopped her. “Senior sister, be careful where you step!”

Yu Sulan froze instantly. “What’s wrong?”

Le Li stepped aside and knelt down to examine the withered tree roots beside the vine. She pulled out a dagger and cleared the surrounding soil. “Senior sister, doesn’t this look like Pan Gen Grass?”

“Pan Gen Grass? It really does,” Yu Sulan crouched down to help clear the dirt.

Pan Gen Grass is a second-tier earth-elemental spiritual herb, growing low to the ground, resembling dead tree roots but soft and warm to the touch, blending perfectly with surrounding roots and vegetation, making it extremely difficult to spot.

After a short while, the two unearthed a root about half a meter long and as thick as a thumb. Yu Sulan held it, feeling and smelling it, then smiled. “No doubt, this is Pan Gen Grass. This size means it’s over fifty years old. Well, we didn’t find a two-hundred-year-old Dan Zhi, but we did find fifty-year-old Pan Gen Grass.”

“That’s something at least. The trip wasn’t in vain!” Le Li said happily. “Senior sister, you can keep the Pan Gen Grass, and the two Dan Zhi are mine.”

Yu Sulan smiled and said, “Then I won’t be polite.” She took out a long jade box, carefully packed the herb, and placed it in her storage pouch.

A harvest always lifts the spirits. Now the two not only searched for Dan Zhi on the surface but also carefully examined the soil for Pan Gen Grass.

Dan Zhi is easy to spot at a glance, but Pan Gen Grass is deceptive—often appearing real but turning out to be just a root.

Before they realized it, they had reached the heights of Monkey Head Peak, near the source of Feibai Waterfall. The moist, fresh air washed over them.

Standing at the edge, the entire Pingyao Valley lay before them. Le Li pretended to avoid looking directly, turning her gaze elsewhere. Yu Sulan, however, intentionally peered downwards and suddenly widened her eyes. At this moment, the valley was shrouded in rising mist, which to her eyes resembled a massive, rolling beast, as if it could roar and overturn the world at any moment.

In truth, Yu Sulan had never fully agreed with Le Li’s persistence but feared the consequences of ignoring it and thus supported her. Now, she felt Le Li might have been right and was somewhat relieved they had reported the matter to their master.

Just as the saying goes, speak of the devil, the transmission jade slip in her pouch vibrated. Yu Sulan reached out with her divine sense and heard Lin Pei ask where they were.

“That soon? Master, we’re at the southern source of Monkey Head Peak waterfall!” Yu Sulan replied. No sooner had she spoken than Le Li spotted two spiritual swords flying swiftly toward them.

Leading was Lin Pei, accompanied by Zheng Fang, followed closely by a young male cultivator with strikingly handsome features. His flowing black hair seemed untamed, yet the sharp light in his eyes commanded respect. He Kun was behind him.

“Senior brother?” Yu Sulan looked surprised. “No wonder they arrived so quickly. Senior brother has returned. Junior sister, that’s our eldest senior brother, Wen Shenghuan.”

Le Li nodded, recognizing the name.

The two spiritual swords landed, and Yu Sulan and Le Li hurried to salute.

“Greetings, Master, Eldest Senior Brother, Senior Brothers He and Zheng!”

“Greetings, Master Uncle, Senior Brothers Wen, He, and Zheng!”

“Hmph, you two girls really know how to cause trouble!” Lin Pei pretended to scold, glaring at them.

Yu Sulan grinned. “Master, if the ‘what if’ is true, verifying it will still be a credit to Qianyuan Peak.”

“Junior sister truly cares for the sect,” Wen Shenghuan teased, then turned to Le Li, producing his own transmission jade slip and handing it to her. “You must be the little junior sister recently accepted by Senior Uncle, Le Li? Nice to meet you. From now on, call me Eldest Senior Brother like Sulan. If you need anything, just send me a transmission. No need for formalities.”

“Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother!” Le Li hurriedly accepted, presenting her own jade slip in return.

She knew Wen Shenghuan was already in the late Foundation Establishment stage and, in her previous life, would have refined his Core within fifty years, becoming a Core Formation True Immortal.

Thinking of the earlier scene, Yu Sulan quickly said, “Master, take a look at Pingyao Valley from here. The aura is tremendous.”

“Oh?” Lin Pei approached the edge and peered down, his gaze sharp. To him, Pingyao Valley appeared quite differently—not a rolling beast, but more like a low-grade demon beast that might howl a few times when provoked. “Just a bit of noise.”

Wen Shenghuan stood nearby, his eyes narrowing. “The aura of Pingyao Valley is indeed turbulent. It harbors toxic miasma and miasma beasts that amplify its might. Such grandeur is not unusual.”

Three men, three different perceptions. What Yu Sulan saw as a colossal beast, Wen Shenghuan saw as a fierce monster, and Lin Pei regarded as a low-level demon beast. Their differing cultivation levels shaped their perceptions. If a Nascent Soul cultivator came, Pingyao Valley would likely seem nothing more than an ant beneath their feet.

Yu Sulan glanced at Le Li thoughtfully. “Could it be that Junior Sister Le was affected by the aura of Pingyao Valley before?”

Le Li was about to deny it when Lin Pei shook his head. “The aura can only shake one’s soul; it doesn’t assault or disturb it, nor cause that terrifying sensation of being pierced. We must enter the valley to investigate further. With the thick mist rising now, it’s not the right time to enter. We’ll rest here tonight and explore once the fog clears. The moisture here is dense, making this a good place to rest.”

Yu Sulan and Le Li reported everything to him. Investigation was necessary, but Lin Pei did not think it was a grave matter. Only if something disturbed his soul would he pay extra attention. Bringing the disciples up here was precisely to let them gain experience entering the valley, especially Le Li, who was young and inexperienced and needed to adapt rather than overreact.

The valley was dangerous at night; most fierce miasma beasts came out to hunt then. Considering the disciples’ safety, they would wait until morning to proceed.

Yu Sulan’s eyes sparkled. “Master, senior brothers, you rest here. Le Li and I have already come this far. It would be a pity not to reach the peak. We’ll continue upward.”

“Shenghuan, Zheng Fang, He Kun, you three come along. The sooner you go, the sooner you return,” Lin Pei said, lifting his robe and sitting on a protruding rock, closing his eyes.

“Yes!” The five of them saluted together and set off toward the summit. Wen Shenghuan led, with Le Li and Yu Sulan in the middle, Zheng Fang and He Kun bringing up the rear.

“We came here to find Dan Zhi. By chance, we found Pan Gen Grass. So, senior brothers, don’t just look up—watch your step too,” Yu Sulan quietly warned.

Le Li added, “There are many roots and plants here, making it hard to tell the real from the fake. We’ve only found that one so far.”

He Kun agreed. “Indeed, it’s not easy to distinguish. Finding even one is rare.”

With more people, their pace quickened. Within a little over half an hour, they reached Monkey Head Peak’s summit. Unfortunately, they found neither Dan Zhi nor Pan Gen Grass along the way.

Towering trees shaded the summit, filtering the setting sun’s golden light into mottled patterns upon them, dreamlike and surreal.

“Look there!” Zheng Fang suddenly exclaimed. Everyone followed his pointing finger and saw a person hanging from a tree. His upper body was hidden within the canopy, only his legs dangling beneath the branches.

“Don’t go any further,” Wen Shenghuan raised a hand to halt them.

Five divine senses surged out to scan the figure. They found the body cold and long dead. When they saw the upper body and face, all five gasped simultaneously.

The chest and face were shredded, flesh torn to a bloody pulp, organs destroyed, and bare bones exposed. It was impossible to recognize the man’s former appearance or even determine his cultivation level.

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