Isn't this a game? How come you guys are really cultivating immortals!

Chapter 119: Chinese Language in Yunzhou Continent

"The black gold glass grass is gone."

The disciple of the Supreme Saint Sect obviously knew something: "He was taken."

Walking in the front was Sun Chenming, the Qi Refining Stage disciple of Jisheng Sect who was leading the group this time.

He squatted down and pinched a handful of dirt with his fingers. "You're just beating a Nine Nether Devouring Spider, but you're in such a mess? There are obviously traces of more than one cultivator here."

The second junior disciple behind him said, "Did they encounter a fight with disciples from other sects?"

Sun Chenming nodded: "It should be, judging by the traces..."

He squinted his eyes and saw a flickering light in front of him.

Apart from the corpse of the Nine Nether Spider, the surroundings were in a mess.

There were traces of scorched earth everywhere, and just looking at the destructive power, one could tell that a fierce battle had taken place.

Sun Chenming suddenly said, "It's Yi Tianhe and Lu Rufeng."

"Those two people from the Taixuan Sect? No wonder, the Black Gold Glazed Grass is exactly what they need. I just don't know who was so unlucky to run into them."

They were still in the secret realm and had no idea what was happening outside the water realm.

Naturally, he didn't know that Lu Rufeng had tragically died outside the water mirror and had lost a huge treasure.

Sun Chenming looked ahead and suddenly recognized something. He then said, "No, there should be quite a few spiritual herbs along this path. They all show signs of having been picked."

After picking the spiritual herbs, some scent will be left behind, but not much.

After all, after the spiritual herbs are picked, their roots seep directly into the ground, die, and then merge into spiritual energy.

"Who is it?" The other two Jisheng Sect disciples were extremely surprised, even revealing disbelief. "That's impossible, Senior Brother! Who is so poor that they can even pick up the spiritual herbs in the secret realm so cleanly? How could they even be interested in these first and second level spiritual herbs?"

If this were to be known, it would be a disgrace.

After all, these disciples of the four major sects have seen all kinds of good things.

Spiritual herbs can be sold for spirit stones, but even if they are taken out, they will be taken away by the sect.

Unless they follow the sect's requirements, the better the things they take away from the secret realm, the greater the probability that they will leave good things behind.

Bringing these things will not only be looked down upon but also be scolded.

A thankless task.

Sun Chenming naturally didn't know, but he could see that these spiritual herbs had indeed been picked by someone.

Either it was refined on the spot, or it was really taken away by the other party.

Probably a disciple who is ridiculously poor.

Song Jiulai naturally didn't know that the fact that she was ridiculously poor had been speculated by others. She was now a nouveau riche, so even if she couldn't take away those extra first- and second-level spiritual herbs, she didn't have much regret in her heart.

She didn't have a map of the secret realm, so she just looked around wherever she went, until she discovered that apart from the beautiful scenery and magical herbs, there weren't many rare treasures in this secret realm.

I guess most of them have been picked up by others.

At this time, we came to the halfway point of a mountain and saw a small house on it.

The cottage has a fence wall, and if it weren't in a secret place, it would really look like a paradise.

This cabin was naturally not the first one she discovered. When she entered, there were obvious signs of it having been turned over, and it was very clean.

Apart from two earthly books that had been briefly flipped through, all that was left were some bamboo furniture.

"This is not much different from mine..."

This hut might belong to the owner of the secret realm. After all, no one would have the leisure to build such a hut in the secret realm.

Apart from the fact that the house had been ransacked, the surrounding area showed signs of having been abandoned for a long time.

The ivy on the fence wall had already hung down densely into the yard, and no monk came to help clean it up.

Song Jiulai also flipped through the two books.

The book tells two very simple earthly stories.

The first story is about a family who gave birth to a baby girl. The baby girl was found to have purple spiritual roots, so she was accepted as a disciple by the local sect.

She grew up in the sect and had never seen her parents.

It was not until he was in his teens that he went back to see his parents, but he found out that they had passed away, beaten to death by local bullies who lived in the same place.

No one told the little girl about this.

The little girl had been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and for the first time she questioned the so-called ruthlessness.

She had never seen her parents since she was born, but she still felt extremely angry about her parents' death.

She wanted to kill the bully, but was stopped by her master.

The master told her that the most taboo in the world of cultivation is to kill lives indiscriminately, as it can easily breed inner demons.

She didn't succeed.

The first short story ends here.

The second story is about a little boy.

The little boy was born with just an ordinary white spiritual root, and when he entered the sect he could only be a disciple doing odd jobs.

He worked hard for many years but still made no progress and remained in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Later, he suddenly went mad, killed his fellow disciples in a sneak attack late at night, escaped from the sect, and his whereabouts are unknown.

The story ends here.

These two stories made Song Jiulai a little confused.

She scratched her head.

I thought he was the owner of the secret realm, but the two stories didn't seem to match.

Moreover, this is a book written by mortals, and it is possible that it was made up by mortals.

This doesn't seem like something happening in the Wanxian Sect's territory, because Song Jiulai remembered that this place was basically just a gathering of mortals, and there was no concept of a village.

Maybe it’s a sect from somewhere else.

Turning to the last page of the book, Song Jiulai suddenly saw this sentence.

I once had a beautiful dream. In it, I lived in a beautiful, incredible world where cultivating immortality was forbidden, yet weapons powerful enough to destroy entire nations and cities existed. After I woke up, my master told me that perhaps I had grasped the divine secrets, or perhaps I was just imagining things. Such a world couldn't possibly exist on the Yunzhou continent. Mortals are insignificant, and they are incredibly humble.

After I woke up, the contents of my dream gradually faded away. I only vaguely remembered two unfamiliar characters, which seemed to be my name. Liuyao.

Song Jiu came and shook him.

Almost at the same time as the system, he said, "Holy shit!"

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with this passage.

But the writing system of Yunzhou Continent is different from that of Blue Star.

When Song Jiulai came here, he automatically learned the local language.

But the two words [Liu Yao].

It is written in Chinese!

Chinese characters!

Song Jiulai's scalp tingled for a moment: "Could it be that there are other travelers in this world besides me?"

"Impossible!" The system said firmly, "Only if you are chosen by me can you meet the rules. You can't afford to travel through space and dimensions."

It seemed to realize something, paused for a moment and said, "Maybe it's a good thing."

Song Jiulai scratched his head anxiously: "What good news? Don't play dumb with me now!"

System: "Oh, I can't tell you. You know that the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. I have people above me who are keeping an eye on me."

Song Jiulai: "..."

damned!