My Optimized Immortal Life

The flying boat traveled for about an hour before Chen Qing and the others finally arrived at the Fog Valley.

In front of the crowd, in the depths surrounded by layers of green mountains, white mist was everywhere. As the flying boat went deeper, the surrounding mountains gradually disappeared in the mist, visible yet not visible, with only the majestic outlines slightly revealed in the mist.

The flying boat's altitude gradually decreased, and Changhong reminded softly.

"My two fellow Daoists, Wugu will be here soon."

Chen Qing responded, and Qingsong Sanren lowered his head and looked around, saying softly.

"The fog here is thicker than in previous years, Fellow Daoist Changhong, is it because of the formation?"

"Oh?"

Changhong let out a light exclamation when he heard this, then looked around and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Qingsong is quite sharp-eyed. He actually noticed something unusual here. That's right, the formations here in Fog Valley have been specially strengthened. After all, it's a demonic invasion. Even though we're behind the defenses, we still have to prepare in advance. We can't pin all our hopes on the Tianyuan Sect."

"That makes sense."

Qingsong Sanren nodded, obviously agreeing with Changhong's statement.

As for Chen Qing, although he had already discovered traces of the formation here, he did not say anything. He just watched silently and waited for things to develop.

Judging from the situation just now, it is obvious that Qingsong Sanren is not as simple as he seems. Although he certainly knows that there is a formation here, the fact that he can perceive the differences in the formation means that he either has extraordinary perception, or has some knowledge of formations, or has some kind of detection spell.

And judging from the fact that Qingsong Sanren did not see through his own cultivation level, he should have some knowledge of formations.

However, there is no trace of any formation in Qingsong Temple, which is probably a trump card deliberately hidden.

After thinking about it, Chen Qing exposed Qingsong Sanren completely, but he did not feel at ease about it.

Guys like this who hide their cards are the most difficult to deal with, because you have no idea how many cards he has or what his plans are.

A pessimist like Chen Qing likes to assume things will go in the worst direction. If he clashes with Qingsong Sanren, how many of his cards will he have to reveal in order to completely wipe him out?

It’s too early to think about this now, and there’s no need for it for now.

Chen Qing shook his head, kicked away the bad thoughts in his mind, and then turned his attention to the clouds in front of him that suddenly changed.

Right in front of him, the clouds that had gathered together suddenly dispersed after they crossed a certain boundary, revealing a sinkhole underneath that was no longer a mountain range.

I saw that this tiankeng was hundreds of feet in size. Although it was covered by trees, one could still see how dangerous it was from its steep walls.

What surprised Chen Qing was that there was an extremely conspicuous waterfall on a cliff in the tiankeng.

The waterfall was dozens of feet long. The surging river water rushed down from a great height, leaping over a distance of several feet before crashing down into the tiankeng, making an extremely loud roar that echoed throughout the tiankeng like thunder.

Below the waterfall is a winding river that divides the entire tiankeng into two halves, like a yin-yang compass.

This terrain seems to have been seen somewhere before?

Chen Qing stood on the flying boat and looked at the huge tiankeng. He couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't figure out where he felt familiar for a while.

In the very center of the tiankeng, there are seven or eight buildings standing, which seem out of place compared to the surrounding woods.

Changhong pointed at the buildings and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, that is the venue for the exchange meeting. It is also the retreat of the three of us organizers. We usually practice there and discuss the key points of cultivation with each other."

Chen Qing looked at the buildings and found that the center of the formation was there, so he answered.

"Fellow Daoist Changhong, your Misty Valley is indeed quite good. The terrain is steep and shrouded in fog, making it difficult for mortals to penetrate. Furthermore, the formations conceal it, making it difficult even for cultivators to explore. It's a great place to live in seclusion."

"Hahaha……"

When Changhong heard what Chen Qing said, he immediately laughed happily and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, you're going a bit too far. Fog Valley is a good place in itself, but the three of us just took advantage of it early."

Although Changhong's words seem to compare himself to being lucky, he is actually demonstrating his strength.

The terrain of Fog Valley is excellent. Even if someone occupies it, there will definitely be others coming to fight for it. The fact that Changhong and the other two cultivators can hold on to this place is enough to show that they are extremely powerful. At least in Luo Yun Mansion, they probably have no rivals.

After realizing this, Chen Qing silently raised Changhong's danger level by several levels.

Except for the other two cultivators he had not met yet, Changhong in front of him was the one with the highest cultivation level he had seen since he came to Luo Yun Mansion. In addition, with his show-off, Chen Qing would definitely put him on the list of those who posed a great threat to him and make a contingency plan just in case.

Not long after, the flying boat arrived in front of the buildings. When it got closer, Chen Qing discovered that these buildings were actually a connected palace, which surprised him again.

Is he comparing himself to the king of Luo Yun Mansion? He has such great ambitions.

This palace consists of two side halls and a main hall. The main hall occupies a very large area and should be the venue for the exchange meeting.

At this time, Changhong had already driven the flying boat to the open space in front of the main hall. There were already several monks waiting there, probably to welcome Changhong's return.

As the flying boat landed, Chen Qing and others got off the boat, and Changhong smiled and pushed Chen Qing out, introducing him to several cultivators who had gathered around him.

"This is our new Taoist friend Xuanqing from Luo Yun Mansion. Everyone, why don't you give him a proper welcome?"

The monks surrounding the three people immediately complimented Chen Qing, and then Changhong introduced the identities of these monks to Chen Qing.

However, Chen Qing was not interested in their identities. After all, they were just a few cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining. They were not even at the sixth level of Qi Refining. They were not of much use to him.

Even if he wanted to make a deal with these people, Chen Qing estimated that they probably wouldn't be able to produce anything good, so he simply wrote down their appearance and names, responded to them casually for a few words, and then gave up.

Changhong saw that Chen Qing was not very interested in these cultivators, but he did not have any dissatisfaction. Even he himself sometimes disliked these independent cultivators. They had low cultivation and no special skills. Most of the time, they could only go to the deep mountains and old forests to pick spiritual herbs in exchange for cultivation resources. Asking them to come to the exchange was nothing more than to make up the number of people and enrich the level of exchange items.