Chapter 27: United Strength

  The killing intent grew thicker and showed no signs of dispersing, a group of cultivators felt that time was passing too slowly.

  Yang Yunqiu also started panting heavily.

  Something is wrong!

  Although I don't know how the evil spirit appeared, it wouldn't last this long before. It usually lasted only a minute or two, and at most, less than half an hour.

  This time, it's not just that the time is longer, but also the evil spirit is very heavy. You know, we haven't even reached the deepest part of the central area yet, and are still relatively close to the periphery.

  The first time in the desolate forest was okay, although the spiritual power loss was severe, and I didn't know when I could no longer support the boundary, but I still had hope in my heart.

  But those who have unfortunately encountered evil spirits before all felt that something was wrong and the duration was too long.

  The entire forest was inexplicably restless.

  Everyone was too weak to speak.

  Ordinary people outside the masters are even more tense, almost fainting.

  Several girls sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down their faces.

  After an unknown period of time, all the cultivators' spiritual energy was almost depleted. Many cultivators were lying in the pit, having withdrawn their magical shields and stubbornly holding on.

  Next to Fu Xueqing, his body shook and the seal opened a gap. A dark fog rushed in, and a female cultivator let out a sharp cry and ran away. Yang Yunqiu gritted her teeth, tore off the protective charm hanging from her wrist, and threw it at Fu Xueqing, sealing the gap for him. She turned around and rushed into the fog.

  Feng Ning was startled, and several other monks who were still in their senses saw it and were stunned.

  In a flash, he had grabbed that girl, knocked her out and dragged her back to stuff her into the car.

  Seeing Yang Yunqiu's spirit was still okay and hadn't been affected too much, Fu Ning finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this young man really had a big nerve.

  But this is not the time for scolding people, and he has never learned how to scold people from childhood to adulthood.

  Everyone was almost in despair, and some people even bit their fingers and started writing farewell letters on their clothes. The lingering black fog began to retreat instead.

  Yang Yunqiu was taken aback, and saw that these miasmas retreated in an unusual way, all rushing towards one direction - southeast, which was also the direction of the future base. However, this thought only flashed by.

  The miasma retreated even faster than it had arrived. Yang Yunqiu fell to the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

  After a long while, Situ Changfeng burst out laughing loudly. A group of monks who had been pale as death earlier were now wailing loudly, some collapsed on the ground unable to move. As for the ordinary people, they were still okay, although their faces were deathly pale, they jumped up and down excitedly, creating a lively scene.

  Yang Yunqiu glanced over and saw that a group of people had more or less contracted the plague, but as for himself, he was fine. He had been here for a year now and took a bath every day to build up his immunity.

  Feng Ning was fine too. His cultivation was high and he wasn't affected much. He just took a light breath, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the negative effects were gone.

  Yang Yunqiu and Situ are fine, but the other cultivators are in a bad state. If they don't get treated quickly, something serious might happen.

  Everyone helped each other to pull out the monks from the pit, although they responded in time, still many people died, roughly counting, there were at least twenty or so.

  Feng Ning came over and took Yang Yunqiu's place for the examination. Just now, he had clearly rushed into the ward and had close contact with him.

  This examination left Pei Ning stunned, with a strand of evil energy similar to that of the Hei Sha, entwined in his meridians, deeply rooted and clearly not something he had recently contracted.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled and said: "It's nothing, what I dyed before has no effect on me."

  Fu Ning fell silent for a moment, his face gradually calming down, and the laughter around him also slowly stopped, with everyone feeling uncomfortable in their hearts.

  The relationship between these monks is not harmonious, on the contrary, they are all a bit wary of each other. After all, they have the same goal, and it's very likely that conflicts will arise. Of course, for now, they dare to walk together, but there won't be any deep-seated hatred.

  Just now, the miasma arrived, and all the cultivators understood in their hearts that if they didn't work together, they could only fall here. One person's power is always limited, especially when facing this kind of disaster. They were able to enter the path of cultivation, regardless of their temperament, at least not many fools, and naturally made the most beneficial choice without much consideration, helping each other, setting up a barrier, and getting through the difficulties.

  Having gone through this disaster together, the relationship has become closer, at least not as hateful as when they first entered the forest, wishing others to die early and be reborn early, leaving only themselves alive to catch the falling wild seeds from the sky.

  The most unexpected is still Yang Yunqiu.

  This time he really did show his true colors, originally just an ordinary young man from Long Su town, not everyone had the ability to see through his cultivation, most people didn't take him seriously at first.

  As a result, this guy came on stage and traveled with two young masters who were somewhat famous in Asia. They even brought out an object that could run and fly, called a car, which cost 10 million gold coins.

  That's all, apart from the Tian Gong Fang, other sects wouldn't be too interested in alchemy. Unexpectedly, when Xie Qi arrived, he was the first to discover it, reacted the fastest, and contributed the most effort. The boundary energy he produced was stable, with a considerable intensity. At a glance, you could tell that he was a cultivator who had received proper inheritance. Moreover, even if he wasn't a disciple of one of the major sects, his future prospects would still be boundless.

  Fu Ning raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, "Do you believe it or not? Once we leave this place, within half a month, your name will be on the list of men most hated by women in Yan Guo."

  Situ also smiled.

  The so-called most hated ranking list is actually a self-proclaimed calculation of heavenly secrets, the number one in the world, Kunlun's Zhixu Tian's rumor has been circulating.

  The Heavenly Rankings have been circulating for a hundred years, changing once a year, including the Number One Technique in the World, the Number One Treasure in the World, the Number One Sword in the World, the Number One Elixir in the World, and so on.

  Most of the top rankings have been occupied by predecessors who have been famous for hundreds of years, such as Yang Jingtian, a great master of the past, when he was alive, the first law and the first place in the world were always his private property.

  Every year, if there are new people on the list, it will be very eye-catching. However, the most hated ones are not these people who have been cultivating for a long time and have a strong heart, they have passed the age of caring about fame, and the younger generation does not dare to show off in front of their seniors.

  However, Zi Yu Tian might be joking a bit, apart from these, he also brought out a number one star in the world.

  Those on the list are mostly young and talented, with the best looks, the most uncommon temperament, the most unusual experiences, and of course, they must also have a promising future, a good family background, and other conditions. In short, if girls can choose a husband from those on the list, they will be proud for their whole life.

  Alas, as the proud sons of heaven, most cultivators would think they are the representatives of young talents, but the quota is limited and not everyone can get on it, this list becomes very hateful.

  Situ Changfeng raised an eyebrow and smiled: "The number one star in the world, ranked first last year, was Qin Guo's only son, Wu Hou Qin Feng. Our Tian Xiu Pei Ning only ranked ninth, as for me, I didn't even make it into the top twenty. The competition on this list is quite fierce."

  Yang Yunqiu also knew that there was such a thing, but he didn't have very timely information and wasn't paying attention to these rankings. What he knew were old things from three years ago, and he really had no idea about the recent new changes.

  Three people were talking, and Yang Yunqiu's movements didn't stop either. He pulled over Fu Ning to help him, rummaged through the car, took out medicinal materials, processed them very simply, made them into pills, and let Sutu distribute them for everyone who had been infected with evil spirits to take.

  It's rare that he didn't ask for money, probably because he thought the medicine was all paid for by Pingning and he didn't put in much effort.

  Other masters also brought some medicine to avoid plague, but the quantity is not much and the effect is not as good as Yang Yunqiu's.

  This can also be considered a good deed, and I believe that if these monks are able to leave the barbarous forest, they will definitely remember Yang Yunqiu's kindness, and who knows when they might need someone with such connections.

  Master's practice, it is still necessary to widely establish good karma.

  They took out the medicine and ate it. Their car was half light, the injured monks all supported each other to sit down and rest, while others buried the dead on the spot.

  After finishing, Fu Ning took the horn handed over by Yang Yunqiu and asked loudly again: "Everyone, if we continue to move forward, we don't know what kind of danger we will encounter. Is there anyone who wants to return along the original route?"

  He said that, and many monks also had doubts in their hearts. They were already in such a sorry state just after entering the forest, who knows what would happen next.

  Someone said, "It's said that when the Withered Seed appears in the mortal world, there must be an omen. Just now, that evil energy was clearly not normal, it seemed like something was controlling it. Do you think... could it be that the Withered Seed has appeared?"

  Everyone present erupted into another round of murmurs and whispers.

  It's not impossible.

  After the discussion, most of the cultivators decided to stay, but ten cultivators still chose to leave. Only one fifth-grade cultivator from Shanming Academy remained, and the others all left, taking the wounded with them.

  Yang Yunqiu and Fu Ning also persuaded those ordinary guards to follow them and leave together, so that they could take care of each other.

  She also gave them a large batch of medicinal pills made from the antidote to the miasma, so that if they encountered monks injured by the miasma on their way, they could help one or two. The monks were fine, but ordinary people were more troublesome. Yang Yuxiu decided to sell at a loss and also drew a few small protective arrays, carrying a small boundary with her.

  His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and what he made could only withstand three low-intensity attacks, which wasn't much use, but it was a comfort.

  After dealing with all sorts of things, the monks who were supposed to leave were sent away. A group of people looked at each other in dismay, and no matter what they said, they refused to stay behind. After all, this place had just been visited by a malevolent spirit, and who knew if it would come again?

  Yang Yunqiu's car headlights still had enough energy, and when the light shone on, a monk climbed up the tree to look far away. Only then did he discover that all the evil spirits hadn't disappeared, but had turned into rolling floods, rushing southeast like something was attracting them.

  Although some were afraid, everyone still had the determination to move forward together towards the place where the strange phenomenon occurred. Many monks were secretly excited, feeling that this time they would really see the wild kind.

  That is the remaining great power of longevity, as long as you can feel a hint of its breath, it will be very beneficial to your own practice.

  This time they walked more slowly, after all, their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they didn't dare to travel far. After leaving the forest, they found a sheltered place to rest.