The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

"I see, that's quite convenient." After reading the divination method transmitted by Xuanling, Mosquito Daoist couldn't help but sigh. It seems that he had always broken the formations by force before, and he had thought that his formations were so sophisticated.

After that, he unleashed the Soul-Shattering Blade and attacked in those two directions. Sure enough, the formation disappeared after just two strikes.

After the formation disappeared, the island revealed a landscape of thousands of towering cliffs and rushing streams, shrouded in vegetation like rising clouds and rosy mists. Perhaps because no one had ever ventured into this place before, countless wisps of purple mist rose up.

"Let's go..." Upon seeing such a scene, Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up, and he and Xuanling immediately stepped into it.

Upon entering, he felt a surge of spiritual energy, almost as if it were liquefying. Strangely, although the formation was broken, the spiritual energy didn't spread outwards. The island was lush with vegetation, and spiritual roots and herbs were everywhere. He didn't hesitate to collect anything that caught his eye.

Two days later, the Mosquito Taoist, who was searching for the treasure, frowned, as if something was about to happen.

“Master, it seems like this island is about to sink again.” Xuanling also noticed something was wrong, but her calculation ability was stronger than Mosquito Daoist’s, and she could sense it immediately.

"Ah... I see. I didn't expect it to only appear for three days each time. Let's keep searching and take our time. No one here will compete with us. Collect anything useful. We'll see where it takes us then."

After saying this, the two continued to stroll around the island. Half a month later, they arrived at a high mountain. There were no other spiritual herbs here, only a primordial spiritual root.

The Mosquito Taoist was stunned for a moment. This was the 'Yellow Plum', one of the top ten innate spiritual roots. It ranked among the best of all innate spiritual root plums, but there were only forty-eight fruits on the tree.

Legend has it that the Huangzhong plum blossoms once every Yuanhui (a solar term), bears fruit once every Yuanhui, and is ripe once every Yuanhui before it can be eaten. It only bears one fruit every four Yuanhui, and only produces forty-nine fruits in its lifetime. However, only one fruit is eaten, and another fruit will grow after four Yuanhui.

The flowers and fruits all bear the characters "Huang Zhong". Immortals who smell the fragrance of the flowers can gain ten thousand years of cultivation. If one is lucky enough to eat a fruit, one can instantly become a Great Golden Immortal.

Those above the Great Luo Golden Immortal level can enhance their comprehension of the laws by consuming it, but a maximum of three can be consumed, after which it has no further effect. Therefore, the Yellow Plum is also known as the Dao Fruit.

Logically speaking, after Pangu created the world, he and Xuanling were the first to enter, so how could one be missing?

Strange as it was, he simply waved his hand and took it. This Yellow Plum was exactly what he needed; with it, his understanding of the laws might reach a new level.

"Master, can I have one of these Huangzhong plums? They look delicious," Xuanling pleaded pitifully. She saw the fruit's unusual appearance and wanted to try one herself.

"Not yet. I'll give it to you when you reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. Although eating it now will allow your cultivation to soar to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, it will also exhaust your potential, and you will never be able to improve your cultivation again in this lifetime. Save it for comprehending the laws later." Mosquito Daoist refused without even thinking. How could she bear to let her disciple stop at the Great Luo level? At the very least, he should have the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint, right?

"All right!"

"Let's go, we've pretty much searched this island, let's just wander around a bit more and then leave."

When the two arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw a monster with a dragon's head and a horse's body, covered in scales, kneeling on the ground, pleading, "Great Immortal, please take me out of here. This humble demon is willing to be your mount."

"Are you a dragon horse? How did you end up here? And did you eat one of the yellow plums on the mountain?" Looking at the dragon horse, who only had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, he asked this question, because apart from his master and disciple, this dragon horse was the only other person on the island.

Unexpectedly, Longma actually nodded. "I accidentally entered this place and could not find a way out. I was trapped on the island. I was fortunate enough to eat a yellow plum, but after discovering the symptoms, I lost all my cultivation. Fortunately, the spiritual energy here is rich, and I was able to cultivate to the level of a Golden Immortal in just ten thousand years."

Mosquito Taoist was surprised by the dragon horse's good fortune; it even managed to stumble upon Penglai Island and eat the Yellow Plum. It was a pity it lacked experience and didn't possess any magical treasures, otherwise it would have been kicked out long ago.

However, his temperament was relatively good. He only ate one and didn't take the others away. He was also able to harden his heart and abandon his cultivation to start over. However, his aptitude was very mediocre. The spiritual energy here was so rich that it took him many years to cultivate to the level of a Golden Immortal.

"I have broken the outer formation. You may leave on your own."

“Great Immortal, you may not know this, but the formation here can be restored on its own. I, a lowly demon, discovered that people had come to the island and tried to find them, but I still couldn’t find a way out. It seems that the formation has already been restored.”

Mosquito Taoist thought for a moment. This dragon horse was of good character and would be quite a cool mount. He said, "Alright, then I will take you as my mount. Do you have a name?"

"Please bestow a name upon me, sir," Longma said, his voice trembling with excitement.

No wonder, they were trapped in one place for ten thousand years with no clear path ahead. Now they can go out and can follow a powerful being to cultivate in the future.

“You are neither dragon nor horse, and your hair is blue. So let’s call you ‘Blue Horse’,” he said, waving his hand to lift up the dragon-horse that was still kneeling.

After saying that, he pointed to Xuanling beside him and said, "She is my disciple. I have two disciples, and Xuanling is the second one."

Longma immediately bowed and said, "Qingmang thanks Master for bestowing this name upon me, and greets Second Senior Sister."

"Hehe!...Master, can I ride this dragon horse in the future?" Xuanling asked from the side, as if she had discovered something interesting.

Mosquito Taoist patted the back of her head. "From now on, you should call him by his name. Although he is a mount, he is also like a disciple. Show some respect to your junior brother from now on."

Hearing this, Qingmang was deeply moved, but he wasn't angry with Xuanling. In his opinion, this second senior sister was still young. Didn't she see that she still had two topknots on her head?

"Let's go, there's nothing good left on this Penglai Island. But we should still leave a mark, you never know when we might need it."

Arriving at the edge of the island, they looked at the newly formed illusion array. It was completely different from when they entered. However, Mosquito Taoist broke it in half a day. When the three of them came out, they found themselves underwater, but still in the South China Sea.

Strangely, even after the formation is broken, seawater still can't enter the island, suggesting that Penglai Island is more than just that. If it only had spiritual roots and herbs, it would be no different from other places; it must have something unique about it, otherwise it wouldn't be called a fairy island.

A day later, Mosquito Daoist and Xuanling rode on the back of the dragon horse, speeding towards the Blood Sea. Although the Azure Dragon only had the cultivation of a Golden Immortal, it was surprisingly fast.

This trip was quite successful; I obtained an innate spiritual root, and also gained a disciple and a mount.

Once I get back, I need to go into seclusion and try my best not to fall behind the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa after Hongjun becomes a saint.

He knew that the Three Pure Ones and the others would also become saints one after another, following Hongjun. The pressure to become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal before them was truly immense.