Alien Science Cultivation

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qiang slowly awoke. A pale green light appeared before his eyes, gently enveloping him like a wisp of veil. Threads of life energy rippled gently within the light, like countless spirits dancing joyfully. Zhang Qiang could clearly sense the gentle, yet vibrant power.

"You're awake..." A clear, ethereal female voice drifted across, waking Zhang Qiang completely. Zhang Qiang looked up and saw a young woman in a pale green robe approaching. She was tall, and her pale green attire exuded a fresh, refined air. A few strands of her hair swayed gently in the breeze, swaying gracefully around her curvaceous figure. A sweet smile graced her delicate face, as charming as a spring flower, captivating and captivating, sending a wave of emotion through Zhang Qiang's heart.

"Where is this? Where are my companions..." Zhang Qiang asked, perplexed, looking at the girl. The girl smiled and replied, "This is the Qingshan Sect's Miaoshou Hall, or what mortals call a medical clinic... We are disciples of the Miaoshou Hall..." Following the girl's gaze, Zhang Qiang discovered that he was in an extremely spacious room, roughly the size of a football field. A dozen men and women, dressed in the same attire as the girl, were busy working on the beds. There were over a hundred beds, and nearly every one of them was occupied by a cultivator. Like Zhang Qiang, their bodies were shrouded in a pale green light.

"Don't look for them anymore... Your companions are all fine... Get some rest. You'll see each other in the fighting arena in a day..." The girl thought Zhang Qiang was searching for his companions in the room, so she spoke to him in comfort. Her voice was gentle and melodious, like the gurgling of water, bringing a sense of peace of mind.

"Oh, thank you..." Zhang Qiang said casually. The girl smiled sweetly in response, her smile as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire room. Then, she turned and walked towards the next bed.

Zhang Qiang then carefully surveyed the arched-roofed Miaoshou Hall. The room was dominated by a green hue. The pale green curved ceiling was covered in carvings of various herbs. The Phoenix Fire Spirit Fruit resembled a burning flame, emitting a fiery aura; the Yinshen Flower was ghostly and mysterious, flickering with an eerie light; the Ice and Fire Snake Scale Fruit resembled a gemstone woven from ice and fire, shimmering with strange colors; the Demon Heart Grass exuded a mysterious magic, like the allure of a demon; and the Snow Jade Bone Ginseng, like holy white jade, radiated a pure light... Zhang Qiang scanned the pillars, scanning the various herbal carvings. The pillars in this room held at least hundreds of different herbal carvings, each with its own name, properties, and uses. The twelve circular wooden pillars and the roof were densely packed with herbal carvings, arranged in a staggered pattern. Although Zhang Qiang had previously spent time in Ni Fang's herb garden, after searching the entire room, he could only identify these seven varieties... and they all seemed to have different names.

"If you have time, just memorize the appearance of these herbs. When you go out for training or missions, collect them. The Miaoshou Pavilion will take them back... The price is absolutely fair, and they are absolutely safe and confidential, hehe..." A young man wearing the same clothes as the girl in front passed by and smiled when he saw Zhang Qiang looking at the herbal carvings on the beam seriously. Zhang Qiang smiled politely at the young man in return.

"It seems this green shield is a kind of healing array! It's actually quite effective. New flesh has practically grown on my fingers and knees... I can clearly feel a slight itching and tightness at the wounds... I never thought the world of immortal cultivation could be so civilized..." Zhang Qiang pondered this as he tentatively touched the green array. It felt like soft silk; even a gentle touch offered no resistance. "Hmm? No resistance! Looks like I can move freely now." Thinking this, Zhang Qiang took another look at his injuries. Seeing they were mostly unaffected, he sat up and slowly stood up. Glancing at the young men and women milling around the room, no one seemed to notice his actions. Uninhibited, Zhang Qiang searched the room for his teammates who had come up with him. Seeing their bodies, too, recovering under the influence of the green light, he felt relieved.

Walking out of Miaoshou Hall alone, "I didn't have the time to take a look at the Qingshan Sect when I first came up, so this time I'll have a look." Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang walked out of Miaoshou Hall slowly.

"Damn... This is so spectacular it's a bit outrageous... This is a real fairyland..." Zhang Qiang was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

The peak where Zhang Qiang was standing was the main peak, surrounded by twelve smaller peaks of various shapes. These smaller peaks floated in mid-air, shrouded in mist, resembling a dreamlike wonderland. The mist drifted like a veil, occasionally transforming into wondrous shapes, as if performing a mysterious dance. These peaks framed the secondary peaks, which featured verdant pines, rivers, mountain gates, various distinctive buildings, and the faint presence of people coming and going. There were twelve of them in total, each with its own unique character.

Some peaks are as sheer as if slashed by a knife, their almost vertical cliffs daunting. Like a lone guardian, they tower precariously between heaven and earth. The smooth cliffs gleam coldly in the sunlight, with no easy path to climb, brimming with challenge and mystery. From a distance, they resemble a colossal sculpture, revealing strong lines and an unyielding spirit. Occasionally, a brave bird might alight on the cliff, as if demonstrating its fearlessness to the world.

Some peaks, even in the sunlight, retain an eerie aura. Swirling clouds and mist seem unable to dispel their mystery and terror. A mountain may harbor strange black vegetation or dark caves. The black vegetation sways gently in the wind, as if telling ancient secrets. The gloomy caves seem to harbor unknown dangers, leaving one shuddering. Their presence feels like a forbidden place, emanating a powerful aura that scare people away, intimidating them yet also inspiring curiosity and a desire to explore.

Some mountains, clad in snow-white, exude a sacred aura in the sunlight. Like a holy temple, one glance evokes the urge to kneel in worship. Pure white blankets the entire peak, devoid of a trace of impurity, as if condensed from the purest light. Perhaps the mountain houses sacred structures or mysterious relics, emanating an otherworldly aura. When sunlight falls on the snow-capped mountains, the light feels like a blessing from heaven, filling one with a deep sense of awe and awe.

Other peaks are blanketed in a blazing red, like a sea of fire. The vibrant red creates a powerful visual impact, imbued with passion and vitality. The mountains might be covered in red vegetation or incandescent rocks. Like blazing flames, the red vegetation dances in the wind, as if displaying its passion to the world. The blazing rocks radiate intense heat, evoking a sense of exuberant power. Like a passionate warrior, it exudes fearless courage and a fighting spirit.

Other peaks are crisscrossed by rushing water, flowing from the summit to its base, seemingly emanating from the void before vanishing again at the foot. The flowing water imbues the peak with a rhythmic life, forming beautiful waterfalls or converging into clear pools. The buildings on the mountain blend seamlessly with the water, creating a unique waterside atmosphere. This peak is imbued with a mysterious aura, inviting exploration of the water's source and destination. The sound of the flowing water is like a natural symphony, playing the melody of life.

A gift from nature, the Main Peak exudes a majestic grandeur. Its foothills, steeply rooted in the earth, evoke a sense of calm and heaviness, as if they were guardians of the earth. The towering peak, like a pillar supporting the heavens, reaches towards the sky, demonstrating nature's boundless power. Towering pines, scattered across the landscape, add a touch of vitality and energy to the peak. Like loyal guardians, they protect the land. Birds and beasts roam among them, imbuing the Main Peak with a vibrant aura. Layers of snow cap the mountaintop, reflecting a dazzling radiance in the sunlight like a resplendent crown. A thousand-meter-high waterfall cascades down from the heights, creating a deafening roar and bringing with it a vibrant cascade of water vapor. This vibrant peak, a source of everlasting life, is deeply etched in everyone's heart.

Zhang Qiang was only halfway up the main peak, seemingly shrouded in mist year-round, making the peak completely invisible from the ground. Halfway up the mountain, there was the Miaoshou Hall, the Sutra Library, the Treasure Appraisal Office, the Xiandan Hall... In more remote areas, there was even a free trade market...