Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 83 083 Proving the Dao in the Mortal World, Unraveling the Tribulations of Love in a Dream

Before midnight, the prize money that Crimson Flame Peak had bet on had already been sent to Cold Moon Peak.

After receiving the supplies, Hua Qingshuang waved her hand and sent Dai Zhiyun to deliver them intact to Zhao Wuji's cave.

"Senior Sister, this..." Zhao Wuji stared in surprise at the Flaming Sun Stone inside the iron box, which shimmered with crimson light like a fire essence. "Won't the Peak Master and Senior Sister keep some?"

"Hey! Junior Brother Zhao, what are you saying? Do you think the Peak Master would care about your things?"

Dai Zhiyun said, "Besides, you won all of this by yourself. Of course, if you accept it all by yourself, I will definitely not want it."

"After all, we're all on the same peak."

Zhao Wuji was polite for a moment, but seeing that Dai Zhiyun really didn't want to accept it, he didn't insist any further.

If he persisted any longer, he felt that Senior Sister Dai might get angry.

He felt a sense of relief, thinking to himself that he was fortunate to have entered the cave and joined the Cold Moon Peak.

This peak may seem cold and desolate, covered in snow all year round, and sparsely populated, but both the peak master and Senior Sister Dai treat him with sincerity.

If it were any other peak, even without him mentioning these resources, people would still be envious. In the Dharma-ending Age, the most scarce and tempting thing is resources.

But the peak master didn't care about any of this, nor did Senior Sister Dai; the two of them were genuinely good to him.

Therefore, he doesn't need to use the polite formalities of the outside world to offend people's enthusiasm.

After the young apprentice Xiaoyue saw Dai Zhiyun off, Zhao Wuji opened the iron box.

Twenty pieces of Yanyang Stone were displayed quietly, their red veins resembling flowing lava.

As his fingertips touched these blazing sun stones, the yang pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness began to stir.

When he touched it, it felt as hot as a boiled egg. Instantly, a lot of yang energy was drawn out from the yang stone and merged into his yang pearl.

In just a moment, the Flaming Sun Stone turned into a piece of pitch-black charcoal, the scorching heat quickly subsided, and even the surface began to crack.

Inside the Yang Pearl, the Yang energy instantly transformed into 1842 strands.

"A single piece of Yang Stone can add a full thirty strands of Yang energy."

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

The yang energy contained within this Flaming Sun Stone exceeded his expectations, almost comparable to the amount of yang energy contained in a Source Crystal.

"As expected of a second-grade spiritual material used to refine magical artifacts."

According to the division of the cultivation world, spiritual materials in the cultivation world are divided into four levels from low to high: Level 1 spiritual materials to Level 4 spiritual materials.

The Linglang Cave is indeed a treasure land. Not only does it have two first-level spiritual veins, but also peaks such as Crimson Flame Peak and Cold Moon Peak have produced spiritual materials.

Unfortunately, the Cold Soul Stones that were once unearthed on Cold Moon Peak have long been exhausted. The Cold Soul Flying Sword was forged from a handful of fourth-grade spiritual material called "Cold Soul Profound Ice" taken from the depths of the mine.

As for spiritual materials of level four and above, they have become completely extinct since the spiritual energy was depleted and the Dharma-ending Age began.

However, there is still a small amount of the second-grade spiritual material, Flame Sun Stone, from Crimson Flame Peak.

Zhao Wuji quickly absorbed all twenty Flaming Sun Stones. The twenty Flaming Sun Stones turned into charcoal one after another, and the five hundred and seventy strands of Yang energy returned to their nest like fire dragons and were collected into Yang Pearls.

Then he absorbed eight of the ten source crystals, leaving two for later use.

In this way, his second Yin Pearl accumulated 2862 strands of Yin energy.

The yang energy inside the yang pearl reached 2762 strands, nearly accumulating to 30%.

"Choosing to enter the cave was the right decision."

The resources within the grotto are far superior to those in the mortal realm; the accumulation of Yin and Yang energy is much faster.

Zhao Wuji casually closed the iron box.

"Ten catties of Flame Sun Stone is still a bit too little. If we can refine all the remaining Flame Sun ore veins, can we make the Yang energy reach ten thousand strands?"

"It's just not a good idea to try entering that mine. I wonder if what Master Yan said about the Crimson Flame Peak's gate being open to me at any time is true or false."

Zhao Wuji was having some unrealistic thoughts when he thought of Yan Lan's cold, sinister, and murderous gaze, which seemed to be both warm and cold, and he couldn't help but shudder.

It's best not to provoke this unpredictable senior master.

His own Huafeng Master, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside and sincere, is a better fit for him.

At this moment, Xiao Yue, the apprentice doctor, returned from outside after seeing Dai Zhiyun off.

Zhao Wuji put down two source crystals, called Xiaoyue into the room, and with a flick of his finger, a strand of her hair was quietly taken.

"Ouch!" Xiaoyue clutched her head, her bright black eyes filled with confusion: "What's wrong?"

"What was the result of this morning's trial of conscience?" Zhao Wuji toyed with a strand of hair in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue smiled broadly, took out a talisman from her waist, and said with a smile, "Look! The cave has officially approved me. With this, I am now officially considered the medicine boy and handyman by our Great Immortal Master's side, and I can stay in the cave to take care of medicinal herbs and other chores for you."

"Hmm. Very good." Zhao Wuji nodded. "Go, lie down on the bed."

"Huh?" Xiaoyue froze instantly, her ears turning a blush that could be seen with the naked eye: "M-Master."

Stuttering, she still obeyed and moved her whole body, hands and feet together, to the edge of the bed and lay down.

A pair of bright black eyes, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her breathing becoming cautious, her mind in turmoil.

Has this day finally come?

"Don't be nervous, close your eyes," Zhao Wuji said soothingly.

Xiaoyue felt her eyelids growing heavy, and the last thing she saw through her hazy vision was Zhao Wuji's eyes, which held a warm smile and were as comforting as stars in a cold night.

Zhao Wuji cast the Dream Marriage Technique. The strand of black hair at his fingertip spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into a wisp of green smoke that entered Xiao Yue's brow and drifted into her dream. His thoughts entered her dream world to break the spell that had been casting a spell on her mind.

The dream was like the beginning of chaos, suddenly revealing a gloomy room with flickering candlelight. An old woman with a wrinkled face held a black bowl and muttered obscure spells to bewitch the dazed Xiaoyue opposite her.

Then she held the bowl of talismanic water to Xiaoyue's lips, her voice carrying a bewitching magic, "My dear girl, drink this bowl of celestial soup."

"Hey! You witch, prepare to die! Don't harm my medicine boy!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly blazed like thunder, and he let out a low shout.

Concentrated thoughts invaded the dream, transforming into an invisible sword that swept in like thunder and lightning, instantly killing the old woman.
Xiao Yue, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up with a cry.

The dream shifted suddenly, and the furnishings of the cave reappeared.

Just as Zhao Wuji's divine sense was about to drift away with the wind, he suddenly felt a tightness around his wrist.

That usually timid little hand now boldly pulled him toward the bed like an iron clamp!

Zhao Wuji was surprised. He had been in this world for several years and had never seen Xiaoyue be so bold.

"grown ups!"

But the girl's unadorned cheeks were flushed with rosy blush, and she looked delicate and shy. Her pale yellow sash accentuated her waist, which seemed to bend in the wind, and the curves beneath her light dress resembled the full contours of a landscape painting.

"Xiaoyue, what's wrong?"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he was both amused and exasperated.

"Don't speak," Xiaoyue's voice trembled in her dream as she gently pulled off the hairpin on her head, revealing her jet-black, glossy black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

She suddenly flipped over and straddled him, her slender waist pressing down on her blue Taoist robe, like a beautiful woman riding a horse. Her dark hair swept across Zhao Wuji's neck, and she was no longer shy, but bravely looked directly at him, her bright black eyes filled with determination: "My lord, even if you achieve great success in your cultivation in the future, Xiaoyue will grow old and fade away."

She cupped his face in her delicate hands, her eyes shimmering with tears.

"And please, do not forget Xiaoyue, who is now just an ordinary mortal! Do not let Xiaoyue hate you, sir!"

Zhao Wuji felt a slight tremor in his heart, and ripples spread through his mind.

This little girl's thoughts.
How could he not know the glances Xiaoyue stole while serving tea and grinding ink, and the slightly red tips of her ears when tidying the bed?
But he had always treated Xiaoyue as a little girl and never thought about anything deeper.

From a mature perspective, he has always aspired to seek immortality and enlightenment. Even if he has a beautiful woman by his side, it would be best if she could accompany him in his pursuit of immortality, rather than having a black-haired person bury an white-haired one in the future.

But now, thinking back, if we're talking about the difference between immortals and mortals, I was willing to accompany Nan Zhixia through the trials of the mortal world back then, even though I didn't know Nan Zhixia's true identity at the time.

But why are you so stingy today in giving the person in front of you a fleeting dream?

After much thought, it seems that he is unwilling to devote more energy to matters of the heart, to be entangled in more emotional ties, and to be bound by more constraints.

Zhao Wuji suddenly smiled with relief.

Tonight, it will drift into my dreams with the wind; let me grant Xiaoyue's dream this time.

In the dream, Zhao Wuji was exceptionally handsome, with skin as smooth as jade, and his black hair was tied up with a jade crown. He was the epitome of the dream lover that so many wealthy young ladies in the capital admired.

A dream ends without a trace.

Zhao Wuji came into the dream, interpreted the dream, and then left.

As I withdrew, I suddenly felt a clear mind.

Understanding the art of marriage through dreams is difficult, like spring ice suddenly breaking.

Because of this dreamlike experience of worldly trials, he finally broke through and entered the realm of initial understanding.

Zhao Wuji had many insights.

I thought love was a shackle and bondage, but I never imagined it could also be a key to enlightenment and a celestial fruit...

(End of this chapter)