"Hearing this, Fellow Daoist, have you perhaps changed your temperament? If that person from before truly came from that Yin Meridian之地(阴脉之地: Yin Meridian Place), they would surely possess countless treasures. A stroke of luck like this cannot be missed."
"Hehe, no matter how good the treasures are, what good are they if we end up picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon? Let's stick to the original plan and plunder the treasures within this market, and then quickly rendezvous with the other Fellow Daoists. If we delay the encirclement and suppression of the Four Great Families, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the other Fellow Daoists."
Moreover, this place is now a mixed bag. Just now, wasn't there a hidden Golden Core cultivator who wanted to share the treasures in the market with us?
If we delay any further, it will only become more chaotic with other high-level cultivator arriving. We should take this opportunity to conquer the Four Great Families. Their collections over the past millennium are enough for us to divide, so why invite trouble by provoking others?
Besides, if this person can come out from the Yin Meridian之地(阴脉之地: Yin Meridian Place), then the four old ancestors of the Four Great Families are probably about to emerge as well. We don't have much time left.
Haha, you're very meticulous in your thinking, Fellow Daoist..."
Hearing his companion's explanation, the black-robed man on the left seemed to suddenly understand.
They had originally taken advantage of the Four Great Families exploring the spiritual meridian place, to launch an attack on the Four Great Families' garrisoned territory in cooperation with several fellow cultivators of the same generation, hoping to profit from the situation.
The two black-robed men whispered to each other while transforming into escaping light and leaving.
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At this moment, Zhang Ling had just flown out of the range of Water Light Island, driving escaping light and disappearing into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hours had passed. He was flying in the clouds when he discovered a small island not far ahead. His eyes lit up, and he flew towards the island.
Soon after, he landed on the island. This was a desolate island, not very large, only thirty to forty Chinese mile in area. There was no sign of human habitation, only some low shrubs and large areas of gray-white rocks.
There are many such extremely small and desolate islands in the entire Flowing Cloud Sea. These desolate islands have no spiritual veins or minerals, so they do not attract cultivators.
Even mortals would not survive on these extremely small islands, because the Flowing Cloud Sea itself has a special environment, and any island will be attacked by celestial wind, making survival on these islands very dangerous.
However, these islands can serve as temporary resting places for cultivators, especially those who venture out alone.
Zhang Ling found a secluded place among the rocks and sat down cross-legged. At this moment, his face was somewhat flushed, and he was covered in hot sweat. He tore open his clothes, revealing strands of thin, gray rattan entwined around his body, covering most of his torso.
These rattan threads were his last life-saving measure, a layer of defense formed by the strange vines parasitic on his body, but at this moment, most of these gray vines were charred black, as if they had been burned.
With a thought, Zhang Ling shed all the burned rattan threads, and the remaining rattan threads quickly moved, re-condensing into a finger-thick vine that floated on his left arm before flashing and burrowing into his arm.
After withdrawing these rattan threads, many areas on Zhang Ling's body surface were bloody and also looked as if they had been burned.
Now his spiritual power is not flowing smoothly. In fact, the external injuries on his body are not serious, but his meridians are filled with a scorching fire spiritual power. This is the damage caused by the fire crow attack released by the hooded man.
Those fire crows were not ordinary spiritual power attacks, and the fire spiritual power they carried was special and could erode the spiritual power of cultivators.
At that time, in order to avoid that disaster, he had also endured some of the fire crows' attacks, and he had hidden in the gourd when he could no longer withstand the attacks.
This is what caused his current injuries. If he does not remove the special fire spiritual power in his meridians as soon as possible, it will be harmful to his body.
This place is now thousands of Chinese mile away from that Water Light Island, which can be considered outside the range of Water Light Island. It is time to resolve the injuries on his body.
Zhang Ling first released several array flags that landed in the surrounding rocks, and then several middle-grade spiritual stones were buried underground. Then he activated an array disk, and immediately those array flags released a layer of white mist, covering the nearby fifty to sixty Chinese foot range.
The white mist was like ordinary water mist, and it became thin and dissipated after a dozen breaths. But at this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, this place is just a pile of rocks.
This is a set of concealing formation, which can cover up one's aura and hide one's figure. With the protection of this set of array flags, Zhang Ling felt a little more at ease, and then he calmed his mind and circulated his cultivation method to expel the special fire spiritual power from his body.
Now the fire spiritual power filling his body is entangled with the spiritual power he cultivates, which is why the spiritual power in his body is not flowing smoothly.
To expel this fire spiritual power is simple. As long as he circulates his cultivation method to forcibly expel it from his body with his own spiritual power, he can succeed. It will just take some time, and it will take at least seven or eight days to completely expel this fire spiritual power.
As he circulated his cultivation method, a layer of faint yellow spiritual light appeared around Zhang Ling's body, and wisps of red spiritual energy would occasionally drift out of the yellow light.
As soon as these red spiritual energies were discharged from his body, they turned into flames and fell to the ground, and the rocks under his feet were baked into a black-red color as soon as they touched these flames.
This scene lasted for more than a day, and Zhang Ling's body surface had returned to normal. A lot of the special fire spiritual power in his body had also been expelled.
While running the cultivation method, he also discovered that the cyan and white energy in the Two-Y儀葫蘆(兩儀葫蘆: two-儀 gourd) could devour the fire spiritual power that had invaded his body.
This discovery made Zhang Ling's heart happy, and then he stopped expelling the fire spiritual power, but instead urged the Two-Y儀葫蘆(兩儀葫蘆: two-儀 gourd) to directly release wisps of cyan and white energy in his body, along the meridians to devour the remaining fire spiritual power.
Doing so greatly accelerated the speed of expelling the fire spiritual power, and in another day, he would be able to completely eliminate the fire spiritual power in his body.
As time passed, most of the fire spiritual power in his body had been eliminated. Just as Zhang Ling was thinking of finishing it in one go, and it would only take another half a day to eliminate all the fire spiritual power in his body, uninvited guests came to the sky above this desolate island, forcing him to stop and recover from his injuries first.
At this time, the moon and stars were sparse. It was the late night of the second day since he came to this desolate island. Half a quarter of an hour ago, Zhang Ling discovered two escaping lights, one chasing and one fleeing, flying towards this island.
Coincidentally, these two people landed on this island and began to fight, and even more coincidentally, one of them was actually Tu Fei.
This same rank cultivator who practiced profound sword control technique and possessed a sword concealing box looked very embarrassed. His opponent was a tall and thin middle-aged man whose strength had reached the middle stage of the Golden Core, and this man was wielding a blue long halberd in his hand, forming a blue flood dragon as he danced it.
