Chapter 958: Chapter 962: Stealing the Mist Fruit Chapter 958: Chapter 962: Stealing the Mist Fruit Although Xiao Xiu Feng was just a minor peak of Dragon Tail Mountain, it was comparable to a secluded town of immortals. When Zhu Minglang entered Xiao Xiu Town, he saw many won dressed in fine silks and satins, elegantly and comfortably weaving sothing.
As expected, there were hardly any n here.
Of course, due to the damage to their internal organs and bodies, they basically had no ability to give birth. It’s not that all who worshipped the God of Fuchen had to remain chaste if there was no God of Fuchen, but as a group of people who had given up their own lives, they cared for nothing but their faith, naturally forming an atmosphere willing to dedicate everything to their beliefs.
To call this place a temple of won wouldn’t be an exaggeration. They had already seen through the mundane world, having abandoned even their own lives; what else couldn’t they uphold?
Queen Xuan Wu did not reveal Zhu Minglang’s identity.
She simply took Zhu Minglang for a stroll around Xiao Xiu Town, which was ho to about two or three thousand female devotees. There were few elderly won, mostly those of marriageable age, with scenes completely consistent with what Zhu Minglang had seen in the Dream World.
Zhu Minglang felt an inexplicable excitent in his heart, yet there was also a resolute voice of moral integrity suppressing his urges, “Thousands have fallen into the Luo River… thousands into the Luo River…”
Is this the benefit of a high-risk divine position?
It’s unbelievable.
This was the situation even with Dragon Tail Mountain’s decline, with two or three thousand devout followers from which one could choose. If it had been flourishing…
Zhu Minglang now had no doubts about the projections of Knowledge Saint Honor; this wasn’t just a prosperous human path, it was about to explode!
The rarity of n in Xiao Xiu Town caused Zhu Minglang’s appearance to pique the curiosity of the devoted won, who eyed the man led by the Goddess and whispered among themselves.
“This is my friend, Zhu…”
“Zhu Qingzhuo,” Zhu Minglang interjected.
“Yes, Zhu Qingzhuo. He is here to recover from injuries, and also to assist us in reclaiming the cliff peaks. Sisters, please treat him as an honored guest,” Queen Xuan Wu said.
Qin Xiang was there too, and perhaps because of the previous jealousy over favor, she kept her head down, not uttering a word.
From her deanor, she seed to fear Xuanmu, yet there was so reluctance in her heart, a desire to climb higher by getting closer to divinity.
Considering there were traitors among the old followers and collusions with the outside world, Xuanmu and Qin Xiang did not reveal Zhu Minglang’s identity to any of the devoted won. They treated him as a guest, and all the won maintained their courteous deanor, rarely intruding.
Zhu Minglang recuperated in Xiao Xiu Town, where even the most ordinary vegetarian als were infused with the essence of Spirit Root. Although they were not as powerful as the Spirit Rice found in the Dragon Gate, they felt sowhat close.
If ordinary people had three als a day of such quality, it would be hard not to beco an immortal!
It seems Dragon Tail Mountain really is a special cliff of higher cultivation civilization.
Recuperating in such a place, one’s Cultivation Base could advance further.
…
There were few birds and beasts here, and most were small Spirit Beasts dosticated by humans. Zhu Minglang, however, couldn’t help worrying, as the Refining Ash Black Dragon and the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon both preferred at. He couldn’t let them feed on the rabbits raised by the devotees, no matter how plump… the rabbits would hardly be enough to fill their teeth gaps.
Bai Qi and the Yama Dragon were also not fully healed. rely consuming fixed Liuli fragnts daily was not enough for their recovery; they needed so divine items containing vast Spiritual Root essence.
As a Dragon Shepherd, Zhu Minglang himself did not really need to recuperate; it was mainly the Dragon Babies that mattered.
Fortunately, Dragon Tail Mountain was much more expansive than it seed and contained many unexpected Spiritual Root God Seeds. Zhu Minglang had wandered around these past few days, getting a good idea of the fertile spots suitable for foraging.
This place, on a grander scale, was like a Peach Garden of Immortality.
There were peaches, and there were fairies.
Even he might experience a significant boost in power here.
…
“Ying, are you sure it’s inside?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“Bo bo~~~” The Spirit Glowing Dragon was simply too excellent in seeking spirits. In just a few days, it had helped Zhu Minglang pinpoint so important locations. Next up was formulating a plan for plundering… No, that’s wrong, this entire Dragon Tail Mountain was his own; how could this be considered plundering? He was rely taking back what belonged to him!
“Can’t those Fog Ginseng Fruits be taken out?” Zhu Minglang, hiding outside the garden, whispered.
The Spirit Glowing Dragon shook its head, indicating not a single one could be taken out.
“You go in and eat as much as you can, then later bestow the Spirit Root upon the other brothers and sisters,” Zhu Minglang said.
The Fog Ginseng Fruit garden was one of Dragon Tail Mountain’s major special products.
Now, the garden was occupied by the nomadic bandits of the Hidden Fog Gate. They didn’t allow the original owners from Xiao Xiu Town to approach, truly taking it as their own!
The Spirit Glowing Dragon sneaked in and devoured the fruits in a frenzy, bloating itself up like a little blue piglet. Its belly was round and full, yet it still managed to force down a few more Fog Ginseng Fruits with its mighty gluttonous spirit.
Zhu Minglang was worried it would get too fat to escape through the gap in the garden, so he quickly called it back.
“There are footsteps; we need to withdraw fast!” Zhu Minglang’s Divine Sense had already detected people from the Hidden Fog Gate approaching, and he imdiately fled with the round Spirit Glowing Dragon.
Before long, a few n and won with fluttering clothes appeared at the place where Zhu Minglang had been lingering. They frowned and inspected the outside of the garden, quickly discovering so claw marks.
“It’s those Immortal Quails again; if this continues, they will spoil our years of hard work!” the high-browed man angrily said.
“Strange, the Immortal Quails acted so quickly this ti, we didn’t even see a shadow.”
“No, we must apply to the Gate to send people to wipe out the Immortal Quails’ nest in Ancient Mountain,” the high-browed man said.
“Ancient Mountain isn’t a place you can just barge into; one could easily get lost inside.”
“If they won’t go, I will!” the high-browed man declared.
“Hu Hua, with your strength, of course you can do it, but still, proceed with caution.”
“We must make those damned bandit Quails pay!” Hu Hua said.
…
After stealing Fog Ginseng Fruits in the morning, he went to collect Star Shells by the Mist Sea in the afternoon.
Dragon Tail Mountain truly was strewn with treasures; Zhu Minglang now finally understood why the people from the Hidden Fog Gate would use all ans to occupy this place. A few years of quiet cultivation here, and even a pig could transform into a grand marsh marshal.
Near Dragon Tail Mountain there was an ocean.
This ocean was the Void Sea, whose waters had been purified, as soft as a spring and erald green, tinged with a hint of the sacred.
Waves lapped against Lin Bay, and the sand was clean to the extre, soft and fine—one could lie on it and sleep for an entire day. From ti to ti, so star fragnts would drift ashore, like the shiny little seashells by the seaside. The locals called them Star Shells. Outside of here, a small piece was worth tens of thousands in gold Liuli. It was also the food for Bai Qi and the Yama Dragon.
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