I don't know how many years ago, all the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation simultaneously issued an indefinite mission: regardless of quantity or age, there would be no restrictions on the purchase of the unique Purple Qi Ganoderma in Tianzhu Mountain, and a huge reward would be set for it.
The rewards include gold and silver treasures, magic weapons and talismans, as well as various elixirs such as foundation-building pills.
A five-hundred-year-old Red Fire Ganoderma could be exchanged for a Foundation Establishment Pill or a Mountain Gate Token. Anyone holding a token, even one with only five spiritual roots, could unconditionally join the Immortal Cultivation Sect.
If you were lucky enough to pick a thousand-year-old purple qi fungus... most people would be doomed. Without a cultivation base above the foundation-building stage, there was no way to protect such a treasure.
You should know that this is a third-level precious medicine that even Jindan Zhenren would fight for.
This unlimited reward for tasks has inspired countless people to dream of becoming rich and becoming immortals.
For thousands of years, countless heroes, Qi-refining cultivators, Purple Palace Foundation-building cultivators and even Golden Elixir Immortals have flocked to the vicinity of Tianzhu Mountain. Regardless of the mountain's height, they climb up and down the cliffs, risking their lives to obtain the treasure in their hearts.
Just as Zhao Sheng was lost in his thoughts, a sudden roar came from above: "Shameless old thief, I finally found you! Where can you escape today?"
Zhao Sheng looked up and suddenly saw a burly man with a curly beard and brown hair, about forty years old.
The burly man's face was filled with anger, and he was swooping down towards the cliff quickly with a sword as wide as a door panel under his feet.
Zhao Sheng smiled slightly when he saw the person coming, and took another step towards the edge of the cliff.
Facing the strong wind, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly jumped down.
The body fell freely into the void, the speed getting faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it was in the clouds and mist, and the branches and rocks growing across the mountain walls were hazy.
Zhao Sheng's body was as agile as an eagle, and he easily dodged the branches and rocks that grew across.
After falling about ten thousand meters, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his arms wide, and two pieces of canvas suddenly stretched out from his hands and waist like two wings. The cloth was inflated high by the wind.
The next second, Zhao Sheng's descent speed dropped sharply, and he finally spotted a rock beam protruding from the cliff and landed lightly on it.
With no intention of staying here, Zhao Sheng did not hesitate. He tapped his feet and shot into the clouds to the side like an arrow.
Without the need to use the cliff wall for support, he flew through the air and covered a distance of several hundred feet in a blink of an eye.
After finding a gap that could accommodate him, Zhao Sheng immediately stopped, stuck to the rock wall, and easily drilled into it. Then he used the tortoise breathing technique and entered a state of suspended animation.
At the same time, a strong wind blew around, and the strong wind caused the surrounding clouds to move rapidly.
The next moment, a thunderous roar carried by the wind reached his ears: "Ruyunlong Gongsun Sheng, I will remember you. Sooner or later, I will catch you, this shameless old thief."
When traveling in the world, caution is the first priority!
Therefore, Zhao Sheng never used his real name. He called himself Gongsun Sheng whenever he met someone, and his nickname was Ruyunlong.
Hearing this voice, Zhao Sheng sighed inwardly: "Alas, I just used the Nine Cloud Dragon Transformations to transform you into a three-hundred-year-old green ganoderma. Why do you have to chase me so relentlessly? Han Xuanwu, Han Xuanwu, you are too stubborn!"
Fearing that someone might be waiting for him, Zhao Sheng hid in a crevice for a whole day.
It was not until the mountain wind changed direction and night fell that he stealthily stuck his head out and looked around like a timid groundhog.
Don't despise him for being so timid. As the saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry!
He had experienced more than 20 years of bloody battles, and had seen many scenes of sneak attacks, murders, lying in wait, and sieges to rob treasures.
The herbalists fought each other to the death over a single magical herb, a brutal and brutal scene that is hard to imagine without personal experience. The saying that people die for money and birds for food is just like this.
If Zhao Sheng had not been extremely cautious, he would have died in some unknown corner twenty years ago.
He sniffed the mountain breeze, feeling the absence of human scent, and finally relaxed. Then, he stepped into the air and shot out like an arrow, swiftly dashing off in a certain direction.
His whereabouts changed at any time. The place he had arranged yesterday was dozens of miles away, and it took nearly half an hour to go back and forth on the road.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped. The vegetation on the cliff where he was standing had become sparse, replaced by rugged rocks, which were dark, thin and hard, and looked extremely desolate in the dark night.
Because of this, the huge spherical flame suspended outside the mountain wall nearly a thousand feet away is particularly conspicuous.
"Haha, the Purple Sun Sect's Light Flame Talisman? What a coincidence."
Zhao Sheng grinned, he didn't expect to encounter a trade fair on the way "back to the nest".
He is lucky.
Because of the unique terrain of Tianzhu Mountain, it is very inconvenient for herbalists to climb up and down. Therefore, many major sects in the world of immortal cultivation often send large numbers of disciples to Tianzhu Mountain to hold temporary trade fairs to facilitate herbalists to exchange supplies and cultivation resources in a timely manner.
This is a bit like the relationship between a gold prospector and a merchant who sells gold prospecting tools. The "gold" that the gold prospector finds at the risk of his life is taken away by the "merchant" who sells the tools.
Countless gold diggers were killed or injured, and very few made a fortune. However, the "merchants" made a fortune.
When he approached within a mile of the trading point, the people there also discovered Zhao Sheng.
Is a mile still considered a distance? Even in the dark, a Qi-refining cultivator can see clearly.
After seven or eight breaths, Zhao Sheng stepped onto the stone platform protruding from the mountain wall, where a pile of bonfires had been set up.
Around the campfire stood a group of herbalists with different expressions and weathered faces.
The two sides met each other.
When they saw Zhao Sheng coming, the group of people were stunned at first, but soon someone stood up.
"Haha, you old thief Gongsun, you actually dare to show up."
Looking at Han Xuanwu's ferocious expression, Zhao Sheng secretly cursed his bad luck. He didn't check the almanac before going out today, and he ran into this scoundrel again.
Han Xuanwu was originally a chivalrous warrior, but later he met a master who revealed that he had spiritual roots. The master taught him a Qi-refining technique and then left.
Han Xuanwu had an extremely high talent for cultivation. He practiced alone through trial and error, and was able to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining in just twenty years.
Although he became an immortal cultivator, Han Xuanwu, who was obsessed with martial arts, always regarded himself as a warrior and loved to collect various martial arts skills.
Three months ago at a trade fair, Zhao Sheng used his unique skill, Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations, to "exchange" a three-hundred-year-old green ganoderma from Han Xuanwu.
Later, this ruffian found out that he had been tricked, and he chased Zhao Sheng for three whole months until tonight.
"Han Wuchi, don't you see where we are? Try your hand at it!"
Zhao Sheng was not afraid of the other party at all. He strode to the campfire and faced Han Xuanwu.