After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Previously, most living creatures lived in their birthplaces and dared not go out, but now everyone has begun to try to travel around the wilderness.

“When I went to Mount Buzhou, I met the three brothers on Mount Kunlun and the two golden crows born on the Sun Star.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is only at the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, but the innate Dao bodies they have transformed into look more mature than the last."

Yang Mei could only admit that everyone has his or her own aesthetic taste.

"Middle stage of Golden Immortal?" Shi Chen seemed confused about this statement.

Yang Mei explained to him: "Times have changed. During the Chaos Period, we Chaos Demon Gods were born with the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, but it is different now.

At the beginning of the prehistoric times, there was a new arrangement. Starting from the True Immortal, there were the Heavenly Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, and Golden Immortal. After the Golden Immortal were the Daluo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Sage, and Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

After Pangu created the world, all the Chaos Demon Gods who entered the prehistoric world alive had their cultivation levels dropped from the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian to the Quasi-Sage. This is the suppression of the prehistoric world on us. I think after your soul is fully recovered, you will have to start your cultivation from the Quasi-Sage as well. "

Shi Chen sneered: "What is this? Did it fall into the hands of my stepmother?"

Yang Mei also smiled: "Not having our cultivation completely wiped out is already a blessing from the Great Dao, our biological mother."

Shi Chen raised his eyebrows: "So, should we be content?"

“Fellow Daoist, getting entangled in things like this which have no cause and effect and can be resolved will only bring you troubles and inner demons, and nothing else.” Yang Mei said half jokingly and half warningly.

Shi Chen closed his eyes, he did have some thoughts in mind.

They originally had no destination for this trip, but perhaps by chance, they ended up at Zhen Yuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple.

It doesn’t matter whether you see it or not. What’s important is the sturdy branches that are taller than the courtyard wall.

"The ginseng fruit is one of the ten innate spiritual roots." Yang Mei said with interest.

"Fellow Taoist, you have good vision!" A head popped out from the courtyard wall. It was a young man with a baby face.

Yang Mei looked at him without saying anything, and the young man was not embarrassed, and he just climbed over the wall. He was obviously a cultivator, but he was like the mortals in the small world that Yang Mei had been to, a little stupid and a little stunned.

In any case, this young man is not a person who does not know etiquette, nor is he a person without brains.

He found that he could not see the cultivation level of the two people in front of him with his own cultivation level, so he knew that the ability of the person coming might be higher than his.

Then he raised his arm and saluted: "Two seniors, is there anything you need to come here?"

Yang Mei answered irrelevantly: "Are you the owner of this place?"

"No, the abbot of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, is my good friend. My name is Hong Yun." The young man was alert for only two seconds before giving out his own name and his friend's name.

"Hongyun." Zhen Yuanzi walked out of the nearby gate, his face full of helplessness towards his friend, "Is the gate of my Wuzhuang Temple closed to you? Why do you have to climb over the wall?"

Hong Yun smiled and begged for mercy: "I was just in a spur of the moment, can you please forgive me, Brother Zhen Yuanzi?"

Zhen Yuanzi was already used to his behavior, so he just snorted and ignored Hong Yun.

He silently looked at Yang Mei and Shi Chen carefully. They were powerful people whose strengths he could not tell, but they did not look like they came to Wuzhuang Temple to cause trouble.

In fact, this kind of observation only lasted for a moment. Zhen Yuanzi was observing them, and Yang Mei and Shi Chen were also observing him.

The young Taoist who had reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, his hair simply tied on top of his head with a wooden hairpin.

Zhen Yuanzi made the same choice as Hong Yun just now. He bowed to Yang Mei and Shi Chen and said, "Two seniors, I am Zhen Yuanzi, the host of Wuzhuang Temple. Everyone who comes is a guest. Why don't you two seniors stay in my Wuzhuang Temple for a while, and I will also show my hospitality as a host."

Shi Chen looked at him with a slight movement in his eyes: "Are you always so hospitable?"

"Of course not, it's just that I am good at judging people, and the two seniors have no ill intentions in passing by this time. In this case, then our acquaintance is destiny. Let's go with the flow and discuss the Dao, isn't that a pleasure?" Zhen Yuanzi said with a smile.

Yang Mei smiled and said, "You guessed wrong. We did pass by your Wuzhuang Temple by chance, but we couldn't move when we saw your ginseng fruit. If we can't eat the ginseng fruit, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, we're afraid that our discussion of the Dao will be in trouble."

"That's not that difficult!" Hong Yun said before Zhen Yuanzi did, "My Taoist brother Zhen Yuanzi has just harvested a batch of ginseng fruits. Every time the ginseng fruits are ready, he will give me a few. I don't want them this time, I'll give them all to you!"

Like a little child, Yang Mei and Shi Chen looked at each other. The first red cloud in the prehistoric world turned out to be so innocent.

Zhen Yuanzi tapped Hong Yun's head with his fingers and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I have my own ginseng fruit to treat the two seniors. Why do I need yours?

Two seniors, please! "

Yang Mei and Shi Chen followed Zhen Yuanzi and the others into the Wuzhuang Temple and walked to the courtyard where the ginseng fruit tree took root.

"Tong'er, why don't you go and pick some ginseng fruits to entertain the guests." Zhen Yuanzi instructed the White Crane Boy whom he had enlightened.

The little boy quickly said yes, then went to the ginseng fruit tree with the golden hammer in his hand.

As one of the ten innate spiritual roots, the ginseng fruit tree blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and the fruit matures after another three thousand years. Only thirty fruits can mature in nine thousand years. If a mortal who does not know how to practice is given a ginseng fruit to smell, he can live three hundred years longer. If he eats the ginseng fruit, he can live forever.

However, there is no such race as "human" in the prehistoric world now.

Except for those like Yang Mei and Shi Chen who were born in the chaos, all other creatures were born and raised in the wild. To them, only Pangu was their father god.

Let's talk about the ginseng fruit again. It is naturally afraid of the five elements. It falls when it meets gold, withers when it meets wood, melts when it meets water, burns when it meets fire, and dies when it meets soil. So you can only hit it with a gold hammer and catch it in time before it falls to the ground.

The little boy with two buns on his head pursed his lips and stared at the ginseng fruits on the tree with eyes as if he were facing a great enemy, for fear that the ginseng fruits would fall into the soil if he accidentally hit them.

Yang Mei sat on a stone bench, supporting her chin with her arms on the stone table.

To be honest, before he saw the ginseng fruit, he was still somewhat interested in it, but when he actually sat under the ginseng fruit tree, he became a little bored.

A fruit with a human face and no aroma.

What’s the point of eating?

After the little boy brought the knocked ginseng fruits to the stone table, Yang Mei picked one up and looked at it in her hand.

This fruit smiles a little silly.

I put it in my mouth and took a bite. Hmm, it tastes like cucumber.

So what’s the point of eating this thing?

Yang Mei saw that Shi Chen's mouth was stiff from eating, and she didn't know what he was complaining about in his mind.

But since you have eaten someone else's food, you have to reciprocate. Yang Mei took out a tea can out of thin air.

Unlike the common metal tea cans in the small world, the tea can Yang Mei took out was made of azure crystal. The azure crystal was hard and could not be easily broken. More importantly, it was beautiful, with azure lines outlined on the frosty white crystal.

"This is..." Zhen Yuanzi looked at the box that was pushed in front of him.

Yang Mei motioned for him to open the box.

The moment the lid of the box was opened, the spiritual energy around it suddenly became thicker, forming a spiritual mist, which also contained a Taoist rhyme that could not be ignored.

"Innate Enlightenment Tea!" Zhen Yuanzi was shocked.

This is more precious than ginseng fruit. Ginseng fruit has the effect of prolonging life and immortality, but for those who practice Taoism, pursuing the supreme path is their long-cherished wish, and they will never regret it even if they die nine times. Xiantian Enlightenment Tea is just like its name, it can help people to attain enlightenment.

People who encounter bottlenecks in their practice often just lack an epiphany or a chance, and Xiantian Enlightenment Tea can provide such an opportunity.

This gift was so precious that when Yang Mei and Shi Chen were leaving, Zhen Yuanzi insisted on giving them all the remaining ginseng fruits, otherwise he would feel guilty drinking the innate enlightenment tea.

To reassure him, Yang Mei accepted it. Although neither he nor Shi Chen liked to eat it, it could be given as a gift.

"In the end, these two seniors didn't say who they were or where they came from." Hong Yun said with some disappointment.

"If we meet again next time, I will naturally know their identities." In fact, Zhen Yuanzi already had a guess.

There were neither too many nor too few creatures in the ancient times, and if he remembered correctly, he and Hongyun had met the senior in green clothes once a thousand years ago.

It’s on Mount Buzhou.

It was just that their cultivation was lower than it is now, so they couldn’t see the features of this senior clearly. Not only this senior, but also the features of a purple-clothed man and a black-clothed man present at that time, they couldn’t see clearly.

Hongjun, Luohou, and Yangmei.

That's what they call each other.

In short, he is a powerful person that neither he nor Hongyun can reach now.

……

After leaving Wuzhuang Temple, Yang Mei was still thinking about the ten innate spiritual roots.

In fact, he is one of the ten innate spiritual roots. However, he is more promising. The Chaos Hollow Willow successfully transformed in the chaos and ranked among the top Chaos Demon Gods by strength.

The Chaos Green Lotus was an unlucky creature. It was shattered when the sky was created. This was its destined fate.

The sacred Fusang tree is in Tanggu, the Huangzhongli is in Kunlun Mountain, the Bodhi tree turned into Cundi after the creation of the world, the bitter bamboo was guided and refined into the life-saving spiritual treasure, and the innate gourd vine was divided up by everyone as soon as it was born on Buzhou Mountain.

Only the Fairy Apricot and the Xiantian Renshui Peach Trees are currently missing.

To be frank, Yang Mei is very interested in the peach tree.

Regardless of the benefits of the peaches, the taste is excellent.

Yang Mei's inherited memory told him that there should be a whole peach tree, not just one. You know, there is only one lonely one among the other nine spiritual roots.

Such a cost-effective spiritual root must be obtained.

Shi Chen thought Yang Mei, who was greedy but also particular about cost performance, was very cute, so he cooperated with her and told her fortune. He practiced the law of time and was very good at fortune-telling.

"Go east, into no man's land."

It is already very good if the hexagram can give a rough direction, but it is impossible to get the exact coordinates. The one that is accurate to coordinates is called GPS.

Yang Mei pulled Shi Chen and happily changed the route.

The East, that must be the East China Sea.

When the Ancestral Dragon was alive, there was the East China Sea. Now the dragon clan is weak and its luck has plummeted. All the living dragons are practicing silently on the bottom of the sea and will not go out to sea easily.

The two people were flying on the clouds. Looking down from the clouds, they could not see the sea surface clearly because there was fog lingering above the East China Sea all year round.

"Could it be that there is some unborn fairy mountain or island?" Yang Mei pondered. It is impossible for the peach tree to grow in the sea. It could only be that there is an ownerless fairyland on the sea.

As one of the ten great innate spiritual roots, there is no way it could possibly grow in a barren mountain valley.

“Let’s give it a try.” Yang Mei stood on the cloud and casually launched an attack downwards.

The clouds below were rippling like water.

"Sure enough, it's a defensive formation." Shi Chen also launched an attack, wanting to test the depth of the formation.

The natural protective formation was more solid than he had imagined. Shichen's attack hit the formation, but it only lit up for a moment, and the light went out again in an instant.

"Let's go down."

The two of them descended from the clouds and stepped on the sea. Under their feet, the sea seemed to have turned into solid ground, stable and dry.

"Forced attack?" Shi Chen turned his head and asked Yang Mei.

"It's not appropriate. Although this island has no owner now, it will obviously have an owner in the future. How can we touch something that already has an owner?"

"...Speak nicely, when did you become such a timid person? Do you still have a master? Why do you care about this?" Shi Chen pointed at Yang Mei with a smile.

A smile appeared in Yang Mei's eyes: "Well, to be honest, it's too troublesome to break through the formation by force, it takes time and effort, I have a better way."

"Oh, what method?"

Yang Mei stretched out her hand and pressed it against the protective formation in front of her: "The formation partition can be regarded as a kind of space barrier to some extent, and I have been deeply involved in the field of space law for many years. What we need to do now is to change our own aura and let our aura blend with the aura of the formation. In this way, the formation will regard us as part of the formation and will not block us."

It suddenly dawned on me that everyone has their own specialties.

Yang Mei mobilized her spiritual power to assimilate her own aura with the formation, and at the same time included time in the encirclement of her own aura.

The formation was still the same formation, but in Shichen's eyes it gradually became illusory, and finally seemed to disappear.

"Okay, let's go." Yang Mei pulled Shi Chen into the formation.

The island was full of exotic flowers and rare plants, and the peach forest was not a small target, so the two of them found it without much effort.

Okay, just pull it up by the roots and transplant it into the Chaos Pearl first, and then transplant it elsewhere when we return to Xitai Mountain.

There are 3,600 Xiantian Renshui Peach Trees in total. Among them, 1,200 trees have tiny flowers and fruits that ripen once every 3,000 years. Mortals who eat them can become immortals; another 1,200 trees have slightly larger flowers and fruits, with layers of flowers and sweet fruits that ripen once every 6,000 years. Mortals who eat them can ascend to heaven and live forever; the last 1,200 trees have the largest flowers and fruits, with purple stripes and thin cores that ripen once every 9,000 years. Mortals who eat them can live as long as the heaven and earth, and as old as the sun and the moon.