Immortality begins with meditation puppets

Chapter 102 Spirit Pattern Master? Evil Pattern Master!
"Fellow Daoists, last night I used the Listening Wind Formation to learn the truth about the so-called disappearance of Daoist Ding Ping and Yuan Hua. They didn't disappear at all; that Yuan Hua is clearly an evil spirit..."

Liang Haishun quietly recounted everything he had heard and seen the previous night to the others.

During this process, Helian Xian would occasionally add details, clearly indicating that he had witnessed the entire event that occurred the previous night.

That is, Guo Qiaolian stared with clear eyes untouched by worldly corruption, seemingly unaware of what had happened the previous night.

After listening to the detailed explanation from the two men, Su Qing realized that she had underestimated them.

That makes sense. They are all rogue cultivators at the peak of Qi Refining, and they are also wealthy professionals such as array masters and weapon refiners. They have been in Baiyun Market for so many years without getting into trouble, so they must have plenty of tricks up their sleeves.

He pretended not to know and cooperated with Guo Qiaolian, obediently listening to the two old Taoists finish recounting what had happened the night before.

Liang Haishun glanced subtly at Leng Fengxiang, who seemed completely unaffected, and whispered to the others:
"Based on my speculation, Leng Fengxiang probably has an evil rune branded on his body. He may be able to suppress it for the time being, but if his blood and qi are not enough to absorb the evil rune, he may become evil at any time."

He came with us on this trip, probably seeking the Blood Lotus Fruit, hoping to use it to rebuild his physical constitution and attempt to expel the evil runes from his body!

"Is someone really that ruthless? Daring to brand evil script on their body?"

Su Qing had only thought that Leng Fengxiang was either an evil spirit or someone who could control evil spirits, but she never expected that he would actually dare to brand evil marks on his body.

He's so brave! I don't even dare to look at the evil mark for more than a second!

Wait, on second thought, he has the evil mark branded on his body, and I seem to have the Dao mark branded on my body as well.

"I heard that this Fellow Daoist Leng was once just a servant in a family of cultivators, but somehow he obtained the inheritance of a spirit pattern master."

Then he dared to put runes on his body that others dared not put on him, and he wiped out that family of body cultivators. A few years ago, he came to Baiyun City.

"He who walks by the river often will eventually meet with trouble. He probably fell under the spell of evil spirits and mistakenly had evil markings branded onto his body, thinking they were righteous markings!"

Helian Xian, having opened a shop in the market, knew these elderly people there better than Liang Haishun and the others, added.

Su Qing nodded slightly upon hearing this. If that were the case, it would explain why Ma Tuan Qing He didn't break off relations with her last night.

The evil markings may harbor evil spirits, and now Leng Fengxiang is like a jar, containing those evil spirits.

Although the jar looks like it's leaking air everywhere, it's still safer than breaking the jar and letting the evil spirit out completely.

Guo Qiaolian's eyes widened in shock. Having slept soundly the night before, she was naturally frightened upon hearing this news for the first time, and unconsciously moved closer to Su Qing.

The smell of medicine mixed with her body fragrance created a strange scent. Combined with Qiaolian's soft and boneless body, Su Qing felt weak all over and couldn't resist Guo Qiaolian's approach. She was pushed to the ground by her!
"Fellow Daoist Su... please forgive me, Qiaolian really didn't mean it. How about I give you some more medicine to help you recover?"

Guo Qiaolian looked flustered, Liang Haishun and Helian Xian looked at her with disdain, and Su Qing looked slightly ashamed.

Not wanting to make the others feel awkward, the four chatted for a couple more minutes before mounting their spirit beasts and magical artifacts, ready to set off with the group.

"Please be aware, fellow Daoists, that we are about to pass through the One Line Sky, which is the only passage in the Low Mountain Defense Line that has not been occupied by demonic beasts."

However, this passage is extremely narrow. Fellow Daoists, please be patient and hold back if you have large mounts or puppets. The distance isn't long; just bear with it.

Ma Tuan cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd, gave them a reminder, and then led the way to explore the area.

After walking through dense forests of tall trees for about ten miles,

The team finally arrived near the low mountain defense line.

The continuous low hills resemble a wave that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Su Qing roughly estimated that there were at least a hundred low hills here.

I don't know how Tang Wanqing and the others managed to hold out before.

If he had come earlier, he might have been able to deduce the ferocity of the battle from the bloodstains covering the mountains and fields.

But now, the snow has covered all traces of bloodshed.

From the perspective of the bee-scouting puppet, the rolling white mountains possess a clean and peaceful beauty.

However, this sense of beauty was interrupted by the incessant roars of the monsters, reminding him just how dangerous this place was.

His gaze shifted to the front of the crowd.

The two walls soared into the sky, reaching a height of over a thousand feet, with a gap between them barely wide enough for a person to pass through, at most a foot long. The passage was about three miles long; if it were any shorter, the cultivators might have considered blasting it wider.

However, given the length of time required, the only way to expand it in a short period of time would be to use powerful magic techniques, but that would create too much of a commotion.

So it's okay if it's a little narrower; it's not like it's impossible to pass through.

Of course, even the puppet mounts would have to squeeze through such a gap, let alone the puppets themselves.

As for flying into the air, let's not even talk about how many Qi Refining cultivators can fly a thousand feet high. Even if they could fly, they would be afraid of being discovered by the two first-order limit demon kings at the top of the mountain!

He put all the puppets into his storage bag, and even the burly Fire Egg was put into his beast ring.

With Qinghe leading the way and Matuan at the rear, the group of independent cultivators entered the narrow crevice one by one.

"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Su, aren't you feeling cramped?"

Guo Qiaolian, who was squeezed and deformed by the crowd, looked on with envy at Su Qing, who was walking briskly ahead of her.

"What's the rush? It's just a bit windy; the wind is so strong in these gaps, I can barely stand!"

Su Qing activated her magic robe to shield herself from the strong wind, glanced at Guo Qiaolian, and then turned to look ahead.

He saw that Qinghe Matuan and the others all had solemn expressions.

It was clear that this gap couldn't simply be a narrow passage; there must be other dangers involved.

He wasn't too panicked, as the Sky Roc ship was already on standby behind the defensive line.

The annihilation golem and the scout golem also patrol the narrow gap, but they cannot release other golems if there is danger. These two golems alone can keep him safe.

In addition, the various magical artifacts he carried also possessed considerable power.

And just as he expected.

When the procession reached the middle of the narrow gap.

A commotion arose from both the front and the back.

Su Qing looked up and was surprised to find that dark brown scorpions were suddenly emerging from the cracks in the two stone walls.

"Damn it, there are too many people this time, and they've even alerted these Black Scorpions!"

A warrior cursed angrily, and then the crowd heard Ma Tuan's loud shout.

"Fellow Daoists, don't panic. They're just a swarm of Black Demon Scorpions. Just focus on your defenses, and we'll handle the rest!"

There was no need for him to remind them; as the black scorpion raised its stinger and leaped down from the stone wall, attacking the rogue cultivators...

One after another, streaks of spiritual light appeared as the rogue cultivators activated their magical artifacts and techniques, keeping the black demon scorpions at bay.

Su Qing and the other three were taken by Helian Xian, who threw out an indigo gourd. With a suck from the gourd's mouth, any black scorpions that fell among them were sucked away.

"What a fine magical artifact! Could this be the second-tier magical artifact that Brother Helian has been refining for many years, the Whale Absorption Gourd?"

Liang Haishun praised him at the opportune moment, but Helian Xian showed no appreciation whatsoever, his face darkening as he said:
"Old Master Liang, haven't you been here before? Why didn't you tell me beforehand!"

It's understandable that Helian Xian was annoyed. Although his gourd was quite remarkable, with his cultivation level, each activation required a significant amount of mana, necessitating timely use of medicine to replenish it.

He had little combat experience and was caught off guard, unaware of just how powerful these black scorpions were.

Seeing them falling in droves like rain, he hurriedly used the gourd.

If he had been prepared, he wouldn't have needed to use this gourd; he could have easily thrown out a first-tier defensive magic weapon to ensure his safety.

Liang Haishun sensed his dissatisfaction and complained repeatedly:

"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood me. We have encountered these Black Demon Scorpions before, but only a few of them, which we easily crushed. Today, however, for some reason, we have attracted so many!"

(End of this chapter)