Chapter 1210: The Giant King of the Mist

He took out a bottle of True Spirit's Blood and poured it into the hollow.

The moment the blood touched the ground, it vanished into thin air.

It was as if an unknown entity had absorbed it, and a voice brimming with intense hunger emanated from deep underground.

"Give it to me... I need more!"

The Hell Beast chuckled, "I can give it to you.

But, you must do two things for me.

First, rescue the Undying Giant Emperor!

Second, kill a human."

The entity deep underground didn't hesitate for long before its voice replied.

"Agreed!"

Half a day later.

As the toxins in the battlefield's air dissipated.

The various sects were finally unrestricted and swarmed in frantically.

The Heavenly Secret Pavilion could no longer freely scavenge battlefield resources as they had before.

Sure enough,

inside an ancient giant's encampment, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion encountered personnel from Jiangshan Yipin Tower.

Leading the team was none other than the Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin.

In addition, there was Vice-Pavilion Master Gu Xin'er and several mysterious guest elders who had reached the Nascent Soul realm.

"Jiang Fan?"

Discovering it was an acquaintance, both sides tacitly avoided conflict.

Each went about their own search.

After they finished scavenging, the Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin stepped forward and mused,

"Your Heavenly Secret Pavilion's gains over the past half-day must have been astonishing, right?"

Jiang Fan chuckled, extending his hand, and said,

"Want to know? Pay up."

The Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin couldn't help but laugh. It seemed even his lines could be stolen one day.

"Alright, I won't ask.

Also, I'll give you a piece of information for free.

Sanqing Mountain has brought a Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul. Be careful."

Jiang Fan frowned deeply, "Has Sanqing Mountain gone mad?

If a Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul goes berserk, the Eight-Aperture Nascent Souls brought by the various sects might not be enough to contain it."

Previously, when a Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul from the Jian Family escaped, over ten Eight-Aperture Nascent Souls not only failed to capture it but also lost two or three lives.

Sanqing Mountain probably can't even control such a dangerous entity themselves, can they?

The Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin said, "The purpose of this action is deterrence; it won't be used until absolutely necessary.

If you encounter them, try to stay away."

Having said that, he strode away.

Jiang Fan watched his retreating back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin's information was a bit terrifying.

Sanqing Mountain must have brought a Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul to use as a trump card.

They wouldn't easily reveal any information about it.

Yet, the Tower Master of Jiangshan Yipin knew all about it!

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

Gu Xin'er deliberately coughed in front of him to attract his attention.

When she saw him turn his gaze, Gu Xin'er puffed out her chest, displaying it to Jiang Fan.

There was a hint of pride in her eyes.

It was as if she was saying, "Let's see if you'll still call it a handful now!"

Jiang Fan was secretly amused; he already knew!

Did she still need to keep showing off?

He casually glanced, but that glance made his expression turn strange once more.

He couldn't help but murmur, "How did it get bigger again?"

Just one day later, compared to when they were at the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, Gu Xin'er's chest had grown noticeably larger.

The buttons of her short-sleeved top were strained, looking as if they might pop off at any moment.

After showing off, Gu Xin'er didn't forget to make a few sarcastic remarks:

"As the saying goes, 'One should look at a scholar with new eyes after three days apart.'

How short-sighted some people were back then?

Now, do you regret it?

Hahaha..."

She left, laughing loudly and skipping with joyful steps.

Leaving Jiang Fan utterly speechless.

What do I have to regret?

Furthermore, you're growing too fast. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?

Just then.

The vast battlefield was suddenly engulfed in waves of mist.

The figures of Gu Xin'er, the Jiangshan Yipin Tower members, and others quickly became indistinguishable.

"Why is it getting foggy?" Yue Mingzhu asked in surprise.

Jiang Fan became vigilant, sensing the increasingly dense mist, and said, "Gather together quickly.

There might be some kind of danger approaching!"

At his words.

The Heavenly Secret Pavilion members, who were searching for resources everywhere, hastily rushed towards Jiang Fan.

What was strange was that,

almost as soon as he finished speaking, the mist had already grown so thick that one couldn't see their own hand.

Even Yue Mingzhu, standing right beside him, couldn't be seen.

He reached out and only then touched Yue Mingzhu's shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "This is no ordinary mist.

It might be the Source of Mist!"

What kind of mist could obscure a Five-Aperture Nascent Soul level entity?

It could only be a Source!

He flicked his finger, summoning the Source of Fire, and the surrounding mist was instantly illuminated and dispersed,

revealing the scene within a twenty-zhang radius.

The faint firelight also penetrated the mist, providing direction for the Heavenly Secret Pavilion members trapped within it.

Drawn by the firelight, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion members regrouped.

Confirming no one was left behind.

Jiang Fan asked Yue Mingzhu, "Can you still identify a blessed land?"

Without needing a reminder, Yue Mingzhu was already attempting to activate her eye technique to discern the world's fortune.

Finding it was unaffected, she said decisively, "Follow me!"

She saw a place where fortune was exceptionally prosperous.

Fortune can dissipate danger.

Where the fortune was strongest, that place would be the safest to go.

Soon.

They arrived at a large crack in the earth.

Yue Mingzhu precisely led everyone to the deepest part of the crack.

Under the illumination of the firelight, the scene within a twenty-zhang radius appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was surprisingly a patch of mushrooms the size of human heads!

The mushrooms were entirely translucent, somewhat resembling carved crystal.

What made Jiang Fan's pupils constrict was this:

The mushrooms contained astonishing soul power!

Eating just one could enhance one's soul slightly.

If he ate enough, his soul power could reach the level of a Seven-Aperture Nascent Soul!

Everyone else also discovered the astonishing qualities of the mushrooms.

They all used tools to pluck them, and Jiang Fan also joined in, quickly collecting the mushrooms.

However,

when they finished collecting the mushrooms within the twenty-zhang visible range,

several figures surprisingly passed through the mist and appeared within the illuminated range of the Source of Fire!

They wore Daoist robes and exuded the fragrance of pills.

Who else could they be but Sanqing Mountain?

The leader was an elderly man at the Seven-Aperture Nascent Soul realm.

He wore a feather crown, was dressed in a Seven-Star Daoist robe, and held a whisk.

He was dressed like the Daoist Head of Sanqing Mountain.

His old eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the Source of Fire in Jiang Fan's hand, his pupils initially constricting.

He had thought he encountered a Venerable.

But after scrutinizing Jiang Fan, a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Heavenly Secret Pavilion, Jiang Fan?"

As projections of Jiang Fan's experiences from his perspective in the Celestial Realm were successively transmitted to the major sects in Taicang Great State,

his name had long since shaken Taicang Great State.

Anyone with a bit of foresight would collect information about him.

His appearance, naturally, was no longer a mystery.

Therefore, he immediately recognized Jiang Fan, the rising prodigy of Taicang.

His eyes revealed greed.

The Source of Fire was the domain of a Soul Transformation Venerable.

Without even mentioning its long-term benefits,

currently, it could illuminate and disperse the strange mist, allowing them to barely discern their surroundings.

He glanced at the Heavenly Secret Pavilion members behind Jiang Fan, his gaze lingering only on Huang Quan for a moment.

The greed in his eyes was no longer concealed. "I am the new Daoist Head of Sanqing Mountain.

Greetings, Vice-Pavilion Master Jiang!

This humble Daoist would like to borrow something from you. Please do me a favor."