Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 295 Overcoming obstacles
"Those two obviously know Nine..." Looking at Wei Xi's calm eyes, Qin Feng swallowed the place name and asked expectantly, "Are you planning to take them to a deserted place and use coercion or bribery?"

Wei Xi began to doubt whether he was too vicious in his daily life. After a pause, he replied, "Those uncle and nephew were ordinary people from head to toe. If we pay close attention and investigate, we will definitely find out what they know."

"They make a living and don't want to get into trouble," Wei Xi said, taking a bite of the pale green cake. "What the hell is this you ordered?"

Lian Gouyu, who was busy eating, rolled his eyes and said, "...Speciality! This is a local specialty!"

Looking at Wei Xi's face wrinkled like a bitter gourd, Qin Feng put down the cake in his hand.

He also pushed the plate of cakes and pastries towards the hook.

"We are outsiders, and I'm afraid we won't be able to find out anything by then."

"He's here, isn't he?" Wei Xi smiled faintly, his gaze shifting to Lian Gouyu, who was choking and rolling his eyes. "Fortune has to be on our side for once."

Whether it was the old blind man singing the song or the uncle and nephew who spoke vaguely, some would say that this was a hint from heaven, but this only inspired Wei Xi's determination to get the Wood of Longevity.

Wei Xi thought so while drinking the special juice of the Maitei tribe.

For the next month, Wei Xi and the other two were severely tortured by Nan Jiang.

【Thousand Faces】It is more useful than you think.

Wei Xi was transformed into a young man with bronze skin and freckles on his cheeks; Qin Feng was disguised as a sallow-faced girl with a blue birthmark on her chin, and wore traditional Nanjiang clothes; Lian Gou Xie was not willing to take action against himself, and pretended to be a lame middle-aged man with a torn bag tied around his waist.

"It can only last for five days," Lian Gouqie tore his clothes, "I need to reshape my face after five days..."

Wei Xi nodded, "One identity doesn't need to be used for that long. We'll make adjustments based on the situation when we get to Jiuai Mountain."

But the first obstacle was Nanjiang itself.

After leaving the Wuzhe tribe and crossing the Guiming tribe and the Kuikamyu tribe, the three of them officially left the area controlled by the Ju State in Nanjiang and ushered in a real nightmare.

Without the development of Ju State, the remaining Nanjiang people mostly lived in primitive tribes. There were no post stations, inns, or official roads, only intermittent miasma, dense swarms of poisonous insects, and mist that formed a film on the skin...

Thick green wraps around the mountains. These huge and silent beasts swallow up every ray of sunlight and cast a shadow on everything in the mountains and forests.

What was even more terrifying was the damp and sticky air. As a native of northern Xinjiang, Wei Xi felt as if his throat was covered by wet soil, and even his breath was filled with moisture.

"We've been hiding in the woods for so many days," Lian Gou said as he repaired Wei Xi's disguise, "and we haven't even seen a single soul. Is it really necessary to keep using Thousand Faces?"

"Put on a full show," Wei Xi felt his facial muscles being pushed by an external force, and he found his place on his face again. "If the locals really get out, the outsiders will have no choice but to die."

"This monk is becoming more and more cowardly. The storyteller is really good at deceiving people!"

Qin Feng, holding the water bag, replied, "Don't use your strength on ordinary people. Besides, you don't want to be chopped into charcoal by the Heavenly Dao, do you?"

"But this damn place is really uncomfortable. Why is it so humid?"

"Be content with what you have," Lian Gouqie held up a mirror for Wei Xi to examine. "I'm almost wrinkled from soaking. Damn it, I should have stayed in Yizhangyuan..."

"You'll be made into crucian carp soup by Zhao Dazui in Yizhangyuan," Wei Xi stood up and motioned Qin Feng to come over to fix his disguise. "Do you like chopped green onions?" The three of them spent the better part of a month in the mountains, wearing out the blades of four knives just from cutting vines. Not to mention the incessant biting mosquitoes. Wei Xi's wrists were bitten and bleeding, looking quite miserable.

"This is it," Wei Xi, who had been a wild man for nearly a month, said to the map, "If this map is correct."

"Jiuai Mountain?" Qin Feng looked at the desolate area. "Where is the pass?"

Because Wu Wu only gave the general location of Jiuai Mountain, Wei Xi and the other two had no further clues for a while.

"First, check if there are any inhabitants nearby and restock some food and water. It would be great if we could get some information," Wei Xi said, looking at the massive mountain range. "If that doesn't work, we'll have to search the mountain inch by inch."

"Search the mountain?" Lian Gouqie asked cautiously, "This mountain? I think the small hill next to it is pretty good. It's perfect for me!"

"You can't run away," Wei Xi said, shattering someone's fantasy. "Why not hope we can find some useful intelligence?"

Lian Gouqie looked at Qin Feng for help, and the latter raised his head and pretended to look at the sky.

After turning around, Wei Xi discovered something was wrong.

Along the way, Wei Xi saw only broken and narrow lands, but there was some relatively flat land near Jiuai Mountain.

Unfortunately, there are no large tracts of farmland nearby, and there is not even any sign of land reclamation.

Unless the people of Nanjiang don’t eat, there should be those mysterious people of Nanjiang gathering in Jiuai Mountain.

More than thirty miles away from the foot of Jiuai Mountain, Wei Xi discovered a small tribe.

"Should we go in?" Under the cover of night, Lian Gouqie lay in the bushes near the tribe and asked Wei Xi's opinion in a low voice.

"I think it's better to be cautious," the sharp-eyed Wei Xi recognized that there was a skull stuck on the fence, "I don't want to be a snack!"

"It doesn't necessarily mean they ate it," Qin Feng's thoughts were relatively straightforward. "If they really did eat it, we can just take action! We have a legitimate reason!"

Wei Xi took a deep breath—because taking a deep breath would be discovered: Blame Li Changxu, it's all his fault! Otherwise, Qin Feng wouldn't have taken the path of violently overthrowing everything in the past two years.

As for Lian Gouqie, apart from verbal battles, he basically allowed Qin Feng to bully him and could not be expected to give any advice.

"...Don't rush into action," Wei Xi pulled the sleeves of the two men and began to retreat. "We are here to find the Longevity Wood, not to kill people... Try your best..."

They camped nearby for the night, and when dawn broke, the three men, yawning over their soup bowls, began to discuss how to get information from the tribe.

The first one to be rejected was still Qin Feng's method of taking the city by force; followed by Wei Xi's method of disguising himself as a fellow tribesman. Because they were busy on the road, there were not enough samples for the three of them to learn. Once exposed, the situation would definitely escalate; even Gou Xie's method of lurking was rejected because it was too inefficient. Whether they could eavesdrop on the information about the Changsheng Wood depended entirely on vague luck.

Finally, Wei Xi decided to contact the people of this tribe directly.

Just as Qin Feng said, even if they did not cooperate, the cultivators had the ability to protect themselves; on the contrary, once the lie was exposed, the other party would think that Wei Xi and the other two had evil intentions, which would inevitably lead to a fight.

So, one foggy morning, a member of the Tao Bing tribe who was on patrol heard someone ask, "Excuse me, is this Jiuai Mountain?"

(End of this chapter)