The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

“Five-Color Blood Essence!

No wonder, no wonder!”

Although Su Jingzhen and the others were incredibly astonished, they simply assumed this was a skill exclusive to the core members of the Dantai clan.

Or perhaps it was a path Dantai Mingjing had paved for them after entering earlier.

Only Shen Yifeng’s eyes revealed a trace of shock.

Among the people present, only he truly understood the significance of Xuening’s drop of Five-Color Blood Essence.

Hearing him talking to himself, Su Jingzhen looked at him with confusion.

“Master, what do you mean by this?

What is this Five-Color Blood Essence?”

Even Xuening herself was puzzled as she looked at Shen Yifeng, not understanding his meaning.

Shen Yifeng smiled and said, “You will know later.

Perhaps it is inside the Tantai ruins.

What I know is just the tip of the iceberg, and some of it is not very accurate, so I can’t talk about it in detail.”

Pausing for a moment, Shen Yifeng then turned his gaze towards Xuening.

“Girl, didn’t your grandfather tell you how to manipulate this drop of blood to carry us all inside?”

At this time, a path had indeed been opened up at the location where Xuening’s drop of Five-Color Blood Essence was.

But after the drop of blood passed, the gray fog surrounded it again.

Even if Xuening was a little further away from them, the gray fog would condense.

It seemed as if the violent force within it was going to drive them out directly.

Upon hearing this, Xuening composed herself, her hands forming a seal without saying a word.

The radiance emanating from the Five-Color Blood Essence grew even more brilliant, enveloping Su Jingzhen, Shen Yifeng, and Ye Zhiqiu.

In the next instant, Su Jingzhen, Shen Yifeng, and Ye Zhiqiu felt a warm sensation spreading across their bodies, as if they had been blessed with a divine protection.

Although the gray mist surged towards them, it quietly dissipated when touched by the light surrounding them.

This meant that, with Xuening’s protection, they could now move freely within the gray mist of the Dantai ruins.

“Brother Su, let’s go. I can hear my grandfather calling me again,”

Xuening said solemnly after completing her task.

Although Su Jingzhen and the others were deeply shocked, they naturally had no objections at this point.

The group set off once again, with Xuening leading the way, guided by the drop of Five-Color Blood Essence.

Su Jingzhen and Ye Zhiqiu walked in the middle, while Shen Yifeng at the rear.

Among them, the one feeling the most shaken at this moment was likely Ye Zhiqiu.

She suddenly realized that out of the four of them, she seemed to be the most ordinary.

Her combat skills were lacking, and her alchemy skills, while decent, weren’t particularly superior to Xuening’s.

In the Dantai ruins, she found herself entirely under the protection of the others.

So far, she hadn’t been able to contribute much to the team, nor did she possess a mysterious identity like Xuening, who appeared more enigmatic with each passing moment.

Although Ye Zhiqiu was considered a prodigy within the Alchemist Association, compared to Su Jingzhen and the others, she felt overwhelmingly ordinary.

As they continued along the path carved by the Five-Color Blood Essence, they were still close enough to the Breaking Formation Flag’s passage to hear the distant sounds of commotion and intense energy fluctuations.

Clearly, conflicts had already erupted among the various factions after entering the passage.

After walking for about five hundred feet along this small path, their surroundings began to clear up. It seemed they had finally passed through the area shrouded in gray mist.

In Su Jingzhen’s imagination, the pavilions and towers within the Dantai ruins should have been in worse condition than the outer city of Dan Holy City.

After all, according to the legends, the Dantai clan had been annihilated overnight by powerful cultivators from beyond this region.

One would expect that everything here would have been destroyed along with the Dantai clan members.

However, the residence that appeared before Su Jingzhen and his companions was astonishingly intact.

The various pavilions and towers looked as though they had been inhabited recently—delicate and elegant.

Even more surprising, after passing through the chaotic energy of the gray mist, the spiritual energy within the Dantai residence was abundant, not inferior to that of any top sect headquarters in Qingzhou.

This was a scene of an idyllic immortal paradise.

“How can this be? Is… is this really the Dantai ruins? Didn’t they say that the Dantai clan was destroyed by foreign cultivators? Is this what they meant by destroyed?”

Su Jingzhen was utterly baffled.

And he wasn’t the only one—Xuening, Shen Yifeng, and Ye Zhiqiu all wore expressions of disbelief.

Their thoughts were very much aligned with Su Jingzhen’s.

“Be cautious,”

Shen Yifeng said, his tone heavy and serious as he observed the scene unfolding before them.

Unlike the others, who might have been excited by the prospect of treasures, Shen Yifeng felt a deep sense of foreboding.

“I suspect the destruction of the Dantai clan might have been a lie—a deception that has fooled all of Qingzhou for decades. What might await us here isn’t treasure, but an unimaginable crisis.”

“Senior Shen, I… I don’t know anything,”

Xuening stammered, her expression turning grave as well.

She hurriedly tried to explain, fearing that Su Jingzhen and the others might lose trust in her.

But Shen Yifeng quickly reassured her with a smile.

“Girl, no one doubts you. Now, just follow the call you feel in your heart, and let’s continue forward.”

Su Jingzhen also gave Xuening an encouraging look, instinctively reaching out to gently ruffle her hair.

“No matter how the situation changes, you will always be the Xuening we care about.”

“Mm!”

Xuening nodded, feeling comforted by Su Jingzhen’s simple yet heartfelt words.

The unease that had settled in her heart seemed to dissipate, and her eyes misted over slightly.

The next moment, small golden words suddenly appeared in front of Su Jingzhen’s eyes.

[Emotional Connection +6]

[Emotional Connection +6]

[Remaining Points: 557]

After composing herself, Xuening led the group deeper into the Dantai ruins, guided by the mysterious call from her grandfather and Little Ling.

As they ventured further, Shen Yifeng’s expression grew increasingly grim.

“Do not touch any of the treasures you see before you,” he warned in a stern tone.

They had just passed through a finely crafted and elegant corridor, lined with ancient spiritual plants of considerable age on either side. Despite the allure of these treasures, Shen Yifeng’s warning echoed in their minds, and they resisted the temptation to take anything.

The atmosphere grew more tense as they progressed, each step carrying them closer to the unknown dangers that might lurk within the depths of the Dantai ruins.

Even on the decorative railings of the corridor, there were some bottles and jars.

An energy fluctuation that was not weak seemed to emanate from them.

They were obviously not weak-grade pills.

If ordinary people walked here, they would probably have already started grabbing them frantically.

After all, every treasure they saw here was probably priceless.

The few of them were not ordinary people, although these treasures tempted them, they could still bear it.

But Ye Zhiqiu and Su Jingzhen’s hearts were increasingly shocked.

They all knew that today’s trip to the Dantai Ruins was probably more bizarre than they imagined.

Su Jingzhen subconsciously looked back.

The path they came from still existed.

Everything they saw was indeed not an illusion.

But the large forces from Qingzhou and the surrounding states seemed to be still trapped in the passage they had opened.

Or they were trapped in the subsequent gray mist and have not yet reached here.

His divine consciousness spread out, and he could faintly perceive that the noise from there was getting closer.

With so many top forces joining forces, the gray mist outside the Dantai Ruins could not stop them forever.

“Master, did you discover something?”

When passing by a silver-glowing spirit grass, Su Jingzhen couldn’t help but ask Shen Yifeng.

He recognized this grass, it was called Silver Moon Grass.

It was a high-grade medicinal herb.

And it already had five leaves.

Legend has it that Silver Moon Grass collects moonlight essence, and it only grows one leaf every five hundred years.

This five-leaf Silver Moon Grass meant that it was five thousand years old.

This could be considered a treasure.

So if Shen Yifeng had asked them not to touch these treasures just because he was worried, then he would not be polite.

But if Shen Yifeng really discovered something, he could still bear it.

“Treasures are small, but cause and effect are big. And kid, can’t you sense the subtle energy fluctuations on them?

With your strength, you could easily obtain them, but don’t act rashly without understanding what happened here.

As cultivators, we are most afraid of being entangled in certain ominous causes and effects.

Your master is a prime example.”

Hearing this, Su Jingzhen’s heart trembled.

Ye Zhiqiu and Xuening beside him subconsciously looked at Shen Yifeng.

Before this, they only knew Shen Yifeng as the Blood-Hand Asura.

They knew he was one of the most powerful demons in the Qingzhou region.

After the battle with the Zhou family, they had learned about Shen Yifeng’s terrifying combat power.

As for other aspects of Shen Yifeng, everyone felt an endless sense of mystery.

At this moment, from Shen Yifeng’s own mouth, they learned a fact.

He actually had ominous karma entangled with him!

Could this be the reason why he had only been in the Nascent Soul mid-stage for decades?

In Su Jingzhen’s eyes, it seemed like they had grasped another secret of Shen Yifeng.

Su Jingzhen wisely didn’t pursue the topic further.

He simply nodded silently.

He no longer paid attention to the heavenly treasures they passed.

Xuening was still leading the way in front.

It was as if it was going to take them directly to the center of the Dantai ruins.

As they continued forward, Su Jingzhen and the others passed through several courtyards and halls.

They also passed by the Dantai clan’s treasure vault, scripture pavilion, and pill pavilion.

Along the way, Su Jingzhe’s greed was aroused.

But remembering Shen Yifeng’s words, he still held back.

On this journey, it wasn’t just Su Jingzhen who felt this way, even Ye Zhiqiu’s mood was extremely complex and turbulent.

The feeling of seeing treasures right in front of them but being unable to take them was really too painful for them.

After another incense stick of time, Su Jingzhen and the others walked down a stone path.

They arrived at a vast square paved with white jade.

The white jade was cool and refreshing to the touch.

Just standing here, it felt like it could soothe the cultivator’s heart.

In the center of the square stood a towering statue ten or so meters high.

Seeing this statue, the four of them were stunned.

The statue was made of white jade, depicting a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her lifelike face wore a gentle smile, as if she was pitying all beings.

Su Jingzhen and the others instantly recognized this statue.

It was exactly the same as the Yunmeng Goddess statue on Wind Bell Island in Yunmeng City.

When they reached the square, Xuening suddenly stopped.

She looked at the statue, her eyes naturally revealing a trace of piety.

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