Ball Ball Cultivation

He also learned that he had a destiny to be an immortal. Revenge had always been his obsession. After taking revenge, there was no reason for him to live with his broken body. It was not until he had suffered eighteen years of torment that he finally found the meaning of living, which was not just revenge and calculation.

Qing Xu put away his puppet carriage and took out a flying magic weapon. Qiuqiu saw that it was a regular boat-shaped magic weapon, so he asked him to put it away and took out the flying car he often took when he went out in the secular world. This one can be invisible and has no spiritual power fluctuations. After positioning, its speed can be comparable to that of a low-grade spiritual weapon.

At the speed of the interstellar spacecraft, it took less than an hour to reach the entrance of the Black Wind Forest. Looking over, there were gusts of cold wind blowing at the edge of the dark green forest, which was completely different from the surrounding lush green trees.

Yao Yuan had completely recovered from his celestial powers. He took the fastest carriage for over half a month to reach the outskirts of the capital, and now he was back in just an hour. Seeing that everyone was observing the Black Wind Forest, he quickly stepped forward to explain, "Master, this is the Black Wind Forest. I'm taking you to the weakest part of the wind. This is the strong wind that circulates outside the col. Every three years, there's a one-month period of weakened winds. I entered the col over a month ago. It took me five days to get there, but I only stayed there for seven days before I could go any further and had to turn back. It took me three days to get out of the col. It took me nearly half a month to get to the capital. Today should be the last day of reduced winds. Head this way."

The four people followed Yao Yuan and came to a mountain pass where three mountains met. After crossing the mountain pass, they came to a foggy mountain road. They saw Yao Yuan lying on the ground looking for marks after walking a few dozen meters. Qiuqiu found that his spiritual sense could only radiate a dozen meters here, which was almost the same as what the eyes could see.

After carefully sensing the mist, he found that it contained a weak toxicity, several times that of ordinary miasma. He sent a message to Qingheng and the other two, asking them to hold their breath. Yao Yuan couldn't hold his breath for a long time, so Qiuqiu gave him an oxygen mask in space, and Qingheng casually gave him an isolation ban. He was one of their own, so he had to be protected.

After walking for half a day in the white fog, they finally reached the rugged mountain road. Yao Yuan explained, "It took me four or five days to climb the mountain to get here. It will only take three days to get down the mountain."

The group walked for more than half an hour, and Qiuqiu felt that it was becoming increasingly unreal. He stopped from time to time to observe and transmitted what he saw and heard to Qingheng: "I feel that this is a formation. Have you found anything?"

As an old dragon who had lived for tens of thousands of years, Qing Heng naturally sensed something was amiss. However, he didn't know how to break the formation. A violent solution could destroy the medicinal garden, so he followed Yao Yuan's instructions. It would only take four or five days. Hearing Qiuqiu's question, he naturally replied, "It's a high-level trap."

Qiuqiu: "I tried to break the formation. How is it?"

Qing Heng: "Okay, I'll take good care of Qing Wu and the others."

Qiuqiu was a seventh-level formation master and was very interested in this non-attackable formation. If she studied it thoroughly, she might be able to make a breakthrough. Along the way, Qiuqiu would occasionally move rocks and plants, and sometimes even lead everyone to walk backwards. In less than half a day, they arrived at the courtyard of a thatched cottage.

Yao Yuan: "How did you get here in just half a day? The last time I stayed in there for a few days, I only saw this courtyard from afar. The closer I got, the more repelled I felt. Finally, when I was pushed away for the fourth time, a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng that could run on its own appeared at my feet. It took a lot of effort to catch it."

Qingheng was the first to push open the gate of the courtyard. The courtyard was filled with rich spiritual energy. There were dozens of spiritual medicines in the courtyard, and more than a dozen of them were ten thousand years old, but none of them had any spiritual intelligence. There was a well on the east side of the thatched house. Qiuqiu took a look with his spiritual sense and found that it was a spiritual well.

The thatched hut was divided into two rooms. On the left was a bed carved from Qingfeng stone, while on the right was a long rectangular table with two chairs. A teapot and two teacups sat on a table near the window. Hanging in the center of the hut was a painting of the entire hut, except for the addition of two handsome men: one a banished immortal in white, the other a voluptuous woman in red. Beneath the painting were two cushions woven from Qingshen grass. Beyond that, nothing else was there.

Qiuqiu had seen useful things sealed in paintings in Su Su's world. After careful perception, he felt that the painting in this thatched hut was indeed unusual. He reached out and took the painting in his hand, and used his spiritual sense to search carefully. After repeated attempts, he found nothing. It was just an ordinary painting that was relatively lifelike.

Qing Xu saw his mother playing with the scroll back and forth. He also felt that the painting had a certain appeal to him, so he walked over and asked, "Can I take a look, mother?"

Qiuqiu handed the painting to Qingxu and instructed, "This place should be a cultivator's cave. It's at least ten thousand years old. Be careful."

Qing Xu took the painting and released pure wind spiritual power, hitting the well in the painting that attracted him directly. Suddenly, the entire courtyard under his feet and the spiritual medicine in the courtyard disappeared. The group of five people stood in the depths of the valley. There were many old ordinary medicinal herbs around them, and there were only one or two that were tens of thousands of years old. Seeing that they had no spiritual intelligence, Qiuqiu had no intention of picking them.

Seeing the flash of surprise in Yao Yuan's eyes, but without excessive greed, he kindly explained: "You have been tested and found to have spiritual roots. These earthly herbs will not be of much use to your future cultivation, so there is no need to pick them."

He then scattered some crops and some relatively valuable seeds from the secular world, and explained, "We have acquired the treasure. The thatched hut has been here for tens of thousands of years, emitting a lot of spiritual energy. Scattering these useful seeds is a way of repaying the karma."

Seeing the puzzled looks from the crowd, she explained, "This is the secular world. The most likely people who come here are mortals who haven't cultivated. Mortals who obtain some ancient medicinal herbs or high-yield crops here and present them to the court can gain both wealth and fame. However, obtaining spiritual medicines can easily lead to fatal disasters. Even if someone accidentally swallows a spiritual medicine, their body will explode and die."

Yao Yuan asked stupidly, "What if other immortals come?" You just said that these ordinary medicines have little effect on cultivators.

Qiuqiu: "Whoever gets the unowned treasure first gets it. There is no causal relationship between me and those cultivators."

Seeing Yao Yuan's even more confused expression, he explained, "When embarking on the path of cultivation, do not commit sins of killing in vain, and do not easily incur karma."

"I don't know who poisoned you. Before you embark on the path of cultivation, seek revenge and repay kindness. Don't harbor any inner demons. We won't interfere with your revenge. But you must repay kindness and avoid unnecessary karma."