Chapter 336 - 280: Five-Thousand-Year Mountain Ginseng Spirit! (Double - )_2
"Speak quickly!!" The Mountain Ginseng Spirit was extremely anxious, all its tiny roots erratically flailing about, resembling a person in a frantic dance.
"You ate my flower, so you must bear the consequences." Song Changming said.
He was referring to the purple flower that had been completely absorbed by the Mountain Ginseng Spirit.
He had driven away that ferocious giant ape, yet the Mountain Ginseng Spirit had taken the flower opportunistically, leaving him unable to let it go.
As he spoke, he placed the Mountain Ginseng Spirit back on the hot pan.
The steam below kept scalding the Mountain Ginseng Spirit’s bottom, causing many of its tiny roots to shrink.
"No, no, I will make amends, I can tell you the whereabouts of the Purple Celestial Net, I know a place where there is a patch of Purple Celestial Net!" The Mountain Ginseng Spirit was completely panicked.
Disregarding the loss of its spirit energy, it gestured repeatedly.
Song Changming glanced at it, pausing for a moment before continuing to place it into the pot.
"Don’t, don’t do this, I can gather the surrounding spiritual energy for you, keeping me is better than eating me, that way, no matter where you are, it will be as if you are cultivating in a Spiritual Energy Treasure Land at all times!"
The Mountain Ginseng Spirit anxiously proposed again.
"No, though you have no legs, you can still run, keeping you by my side, you would surely escape, and how could I watch you constantly? It’s simpler to make you into a pot of medicinal soup."
Song Changming replied this time, giving the Mountain Ginseng Spirit a jolt of hope.
Although he hadn’t accepted its proposal, his response indicated it still had a chance to survive.
"This is easy to handle, you just need to buy a Spirit Locking Talisman, seal me, and there will be nowhere for me to escape!" The Mountain Ginseng Spirit immediately replied, offering advice to Song Changming to easily control it.
In the face of life and death, not wanting to become mere medicinal soup, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit couldn’t care about anything else, it was determined to survive first...
"How do I know you’re not lying to me?" Song Changming said, half-believing, with his hands stopping.
"You only need to inquire in the human city’s large market to know the use of the Spirit Locking Talisman, I would never gamble with my own little life!" the Mountain Ginseng Spirit said confidently.
Song Changming fell silent once more.
"Show me."
The Mountain Ginseng Spirit was inwardly pleased, and the next moment, it unleashed its suppressed absorbing ability.
In an instant, the spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred meters gathered swiftly, hovering within a yard of Song Changming.
Thus, the area around him was thoroughly enveloped in spiritual energy; wherever he went, the energy followed.
Perhaps eager to demonstrate, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit held nothing back, transforming the spiritual energy around Song Changming into substantial spiritual mist, giving him the appearance of a true immortal descended to the mortal realm.
Even without deliberately refining this spiritual energy for cultivation, merely being immersed in this rich mist was causing the innate qi aura within him to slowly increase!
This discovery made Song Changming’s eyes light up.
The Mountain Ginseng Spirit was indeed sensible and hadn’t deceived him.
As long as he kept it by his side, it would continuously aid his cultivation, such that even during routine meals and sleep, his cultivation would improve!
"I really can’t bear to consume it..." Song Changming thought, weighing the Mountain Ginseng Spirit in his mind.
Not to mention the uncertain effects of swallowing the Mountain Ginseng Spirit whole, the ongoing supported method suited his long lifespan better.
Having made up his mind, he had Song Ping’an put out the fire and pack up the pot, and the team resumed their journey.
Song Changming stored the Mountain Ginseng Spirit in a sealed iron box, temporarily putting it to sleep, and covered the iron box with innate qi aura.
The next large city wasn’t far from here, once they found the Spirit Locking Talisman and confirmed its effect, only then would they release the Mountain Ginseng Spirit to be fully utilized.
Inside the iron box, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit felt frustrated.
"It’s all because I was too greedy, insisting on snatching that Purple Celestial Net, leading to this huge mistake..."
With this in mind, it felt quite regretful, wishing it could whip itself with its own tiny roots.
Conceding to Song Changming was a helpless measure to save its own life.
Only by surviving first, could it find an opportunity to act in due course and escape.
Even at worst, it knew humans in general were short-lived. Martial Artists like Song Changming, despite their strength, only lived for two to three hundred years at most.
For it, enduring for two to three hundred years would pass quickly, sometimes its underground slumbers lasted even longer than that.
At worst, it could just outlast Song Changming until he died of old age.
It didn’t believe that Song Changming could be on guard against it without any negligence for two to three hundred years.
Baihui City.
One of the twenty-eight cities along Cui Bai Dao, it was a necessary stop on the route to the main city.
Compared to the more remote Feng City, Baihui City appeared more prosperous.
Not only was the population larger, but the trade was denser.
Upon reaching the city, Song Changming sent Song Ping’an and Su Qingqing to inquire about talisman papers.
Unfortunately, the market in this city sold only a small amount of talisman paper, mostly low-level, practical types.
Since the Spirit Locking Talisman belonged to level three talisman paper, it rarely appeared on the market.
Even though Song Changming had Spirit Crystals, it was difficult to easily obtain a Spirit Locking Talisman.
After staying in this Baihui City for three days, there was still no sign of the Spirit Locking Talisman.
Just as Song Changming was about to give up and leave, Song Ping’an found someone who claimed to know a high disciple from the Talisman Mountain Sect who could acquire the Spirit Locking Talisman for him.
Outside the city, in a white woodland area.
"Your friend from the Talisman Mountain Sect resides in this place?" Song Changming calmly asked the person leading the way.
"Yes, he’s a man who loves peace, so he doesn’t live in the city, please forgive him..." The person explained apologetically.
Hearing this, Song Changming didn’t say more.
Beside him, Su Qingqing blinked, glanced at their young master, and seemed to realize something, choosing not to speak.
After walking some more, Song Ping’an grew impatient, "I say, brother, are we there yet?"
"Almost there, we’re almost there." The guide laughed.
Song Changming suddenly stopped, and seeing their master halt, Su Qingqing and Song Ping’an also paused.
Behind them, Dahuang and White wriggled their noses, sniffing the surrounding area.
"Why have you stopped, we’re just ahead?" The guide asked, puzzled.
"Have your friend from the Talisman Mountain Sect come out; there’s no need to hide." Song Changming said slowly.
At this moment, Dahuang and White bared their teeth, looking toward the depths of the white woods with a defensive posture.
Su Qingqing’s eyes briefly flashed pink; her longsword unsheathed.
Several streaks of sword qi slashed out, blasting the ground ahead.
With a hum, seemingly ordinary ground suddenly erupted with many sharp spikes.
Obviously, this was a pre-set trap!
The guide paused, then shook his head helplessly, "You’re quite wary, come on out."
After his words fell, several dozen metal short spears flew out from the surrounding woods, piercing the air with extreme fierceness towards Song Changming and his group.
Song Ping’an and Su Qingqing unleashed inner qi, wielding sword qi and knife qi to deflect these powerful short spears.
"You have some skill!" Seeing this, the guide also shed his relaxed demeanor, snorting coldly.
In a flash, over a dozen martial artists who had ambushed them appeared, encircling Song Changming’s group.
Song Ping’an’s face darkened at this scene.
"Forgive me, young master, this was my oversight, I couldn’t investigate thoroughly."
Clearly, they had no Spirit Locking Talisman; they only saw them as out-of-towners to ambush and rob.
Song Changming said nothing; he couldn’t entirely blame Song Ping’an for the situation.
Being newcomers unfamiliar with the area, finding a Spirit Locking Talisman without accurate channels was risky, easily falling into the trap of those with ill intentions.
Where there are people, there are strife; where there is profit, there will always be those seeking gain without scruples.
In this regard, Da Lai and Ancient Abyss Country were not much different.
"Get them; if they’re seeking a Spirit Locking Talisman, they must have Spirit Crystals!" The guide exclaimed.
At the mention of Spirit Crystals, the eyes of the other martial artists lit up.
Gazing at Song Changming and his companions, they looked at them as if they were fat sheep!
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