Huang Ling'er and the others, with every step forward, the pressure around them increased by a fraction. As if countless invisible hands were tugging at them. But they had a strong belief in their hearts, that was to find the legendary Lingquan to improve their cultivation.
Suddenly, a melodious flute tune came from afar, the music seemed to have some magical power that could disturb one's mind and spirit. One of them quickly channeled spiritual force to protect everyone's sanity. She whispered in a low voice, "Be careful, there must be something strange around here." They became vigilant and formed a circle with their backs against each other.
As the flute melody grew louder, a man in white emerged slowly from the mist. His face was stern, but his eyes betrayed a sinister aura. "You who dare seek the legendary spring of spirits, will all die here today," the man said coldly.
Huang Ling'er and Jiang Yurou, although their hearts were trembling with anxiety, their faces showed no fear. After looking at each other, they shouted in unison, "Humph! Since we have the courage to come here, how can we be afraid of you?" Before their words had finished, both quickly pulled out their precious magic treasures from their breasts.
Huang Ling'er tightly grasped a jade flute emitting a faint green glow in her hand. The flute was intricately carved with exquisite runes, evidently an invaluable treasure. Meanwhile, Jiang Yurou held a chilly, glittering sword in her hand. A brilliant gem was embedded in the hilt, emitting an aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Just at that moment, Huang Ling'er shouted softly, and her magical treasure emitted a dazzling glow, like a blazing sun in the sky. At the same time, Jiang Yurou waved her jade hand, and a blue ray shot out from her treasure, swirling and dancing in the air like an agile dragon.
While Xiao Yawn began to raise her staff with a serious expression, she began to recite incantations. Suddenly, mysterious runes appeared on the top of the staff, and a powerful energy fluctuation spread outwards. Ding Yan was also no slouch; she tightly gripped a sharp long sword in her hands, its blade glinting in the sunlight, causing chills down one's spine.
Tuo Ba Yingying's delicate body trembled slightly. Her long whip lashed out like a spiraling snake, bringing a fierce wind howling in its wake. Qin Xiaodie blinked her beautiful big eyes and casually tossed out a pink lotus-shaped magical treasure. The lotus slowly rotated, releasing enchanting fragrance, but the power it contained was not to be underestimated.
Finally, Cao Chunling took a deep breath, then powerfully hurled her magical treasure towards the sky. It instantly transformed into a massive phoenix with wings spread wide as several chi long, its entire body engulfed in raging flames as if to burn away all evil in the world.
As these seven women respectively summoned their magical treasures, the surrounding air seemed to bear the weight of such immense power, trembling slightly as if it would shatter and collapse at any moment. The entire scene fell into a deathly silence, with only the sparkling treasures shining with various colors in the air, creating a beautiful but ominous scene. At this moment, everyone could feel that the thrilling battle was about to begin at any time!
The man in white saw this and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth. His hands quickly made a seal, and in an instant, darkness spread from beneath his feet, like a black tide surging towards the women. There seemed to be endless terror hidden within the darkness, corrupting the ground beneath it with a sizzling sound. Huang Ling'er spun her jade flute and blew a series of urgent notes, which turned into solid arrows of sound to shoot towards the darkness. Jiang Yurou waved her magical sword, cutting out blade energy that combined with the sound arrows to charge towards the dark tide. The other women also used their own methods, resulting in a violent collision between light and darkness at that moment.
However, the man in white was unafraid of the attacks. His figure flashed and he disappeared from his place. The next moment, he appeared behind Huang Ling'er, reaching out to grab her neck. Huang Ling'er felt a coldness come over her, and when she couldn't avoid it in time, Jiang Yurou struck back with her sword, pushing the man away. Just as everyone thought they were temporarily safe, the man raised his hands high, and dark clouds filled the sky with thunder and lightning. A thick bolt of lightning descended towards the group, and the women combined their efforts to focus all their treasure's light into one point to resist it.
Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, with tension so high that it seemed as if the air had become solid, suddenly a loud and clear laughter like that of a bell resonating loudly echoed from afar. This laughter was like a lightning bolt cutting through the night sky, attracting everyone's attention instantly.
Following this, the group witnessed a figure hurtling towards them as fast as a meteor. The man's feet were planted on a chilly, glittering sword, his robes fluttered in the wind, and he appeared to be a deity descending from heaven. His speed was incredible, and in an instant, he had arrived before them and then gracefully stopped mid-air.
After the man stopped, he first looked around the people in the field, then loudly shouted, "Halt! The Spring of Spirit is here, and it's meaningless to continue fighting now." His voice carried a powerful aura, making one's eardrums vibrate. As he spoke, both sides who were once in a state of readiness to fight suddenly stopped their actions and turned to look at this unexpected guest.
At that moment, everyone's gaze was drawn to a place. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Mo Wenjie was standing side by side with an elderly man with snow-white hair. The old man's face was solemn and dark, filled with fury as if he were about to erupt at any moment. His snow-white hair danced wildly in the wind, adding a few more piercing vibes.
He had his eyes wide open, with rage burning fiercely in his eyes as if he were going to incinerate everyone present. His teeth clenched tightly, and his cheeks swelled up due to anger. His fierce appearance was terrifying and made people shiver with fear. A powerful pressure radiated from him, making the air around seem thick and heavy, almost suffocating people.
Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuo Bayingying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling—these seven women, upon their gaze meeting Mo Wenjie's tall and upright figure, felt their hearts drop back into their chests instantly. It seemed as if with Mo Wenjie by their side, whatever difficulties and dangers lay ahead could be easily resolved by him.
Only then did Huang Ling'er, whose beautiful face lit up like a spring flower, display a brilliant and reassuring smile. Her eyes sparkled with joy and comfort. Meanwhile, Jiang Yurou nodded slightly, with a subtle smile playing at the corners of her mouth, revealing her gentle and refined demeanor. As for Xiao Aywen, this bold and spirited woman couldn't help but show off her inner happiness as she walked quickly towards Mo Wenjie.
Ding Yan bit her lip gently, with a hint of shyness in her eyes, but more than anything, there was trust and reliance in her gaze for Mo Wenjie. Tuo Bayingying, with her arms crossed, took a keen interest in observing Mo Wenjie, her eyes revealing a touch of curiosity and appreciation. Qin Xiaodie hopped and skipped to Mo Wenjie's side like a happy bird, chattering away nonstop. Finally came Cao Chunling, standing quietly where she was with a smile on her face watching Mo Wenjie. The serene and peaceful expression she had made everyone feel incredibly warm.
Mo Wenjie smiled slightly at the crowd before turning to face the elder, his expression serious. "Senior, the appearance of the Spring of Spirit is a matter of opportunity, not something to be acquired through killing and seizing." The elder snorted coldly, "Kid, what do you know? The Spring of Spirit should have been mine." Mo Wenjie shook his head. "The power of the Spring of Spirit should be obtained by those who are fated to receive it. Now that everyone is gathered here, why not compete fairly?"
Just as the elder was about to argue, an unusual glow appeared at the Spring of Spirit, and a mysterious force spread outwards. Everyone was startled, and Mo Wenjie was the first to fly towards the Spring of Spirit to investigate. Upon approaching, he discovered an ancient restriction beside the Spring of Spirit. It was covered in complex runes.
Mo Wenjie examined it carefully and, after a moment, he used his spiritual power to touch the runes. In an instant, the runes glowed brightly, and a voice sounded in everyone's ears: "To obtain the Spring of Spirit, one must solve this rune puzzle and do so with good intentions."
The crowd exchanged looks with one another, and Mo Wenjie settled down to begin decoding the runes. The elder was anxious, but could only stare blankly. Sweat began to bead on Mo Wenjie's brow, but his eyes grew even more determined. Finally, he solved the puzzle, and the power of the Spring of Spirit gently enveloped him.
Mo Wenjie smiled broadly and loudly declared, "This Spring of Spirit is a rare and wonderful creation of nature, endowed with limitless mysterious powers. Today, I wish to share some of its power with all of you!" His voice was like a bell, resounding loudly in the air without end.
Hearing this, the crowd present were all shocked and then gradually revealed their admiration. They looked at Mo Wenjie's resolute and sincere face, unable to help but swell with respect in their hearts.
However, the elderly man who had been silent all this time sighed softly. A trace of helplessness appeared on his weathered face, but he said nothing more. Perhaps for such a wise and experienced elder, the decision, although surprising, was not completely beyond comprehension.
With Mo Wenjie's statement, the tense atmosphere instantly eased. People began to whisper among themselves, eagerly anticipating the power of the Spring of Spirit that they would receive. And so, the disturbance caused by the Spring of Spirit gradually subsided……
Mo Wenjie began to channel the power of the Spring of Spirit, and a soft glow radiated from his hands, slowly flowing towards the crowd. Each person felt the pure power infusing their bodies, with their cultivation levels slightly increasing. Just then, the man in white suddenly surged forward, attacking Mo Wenjie. It turned out that he was unwilling to see the Spring of Spirit divided up and wanted to seize all its power amidst the chaos.
Mo Wenjie had been prepared for this, sidestepping the attack and counterattacking with a blast of spiritual energy. The white-clad man smiled bizarrely, his body dissolving into black smoke before reappearing above the Spring of Spirit. Without a moment's hesitation, he began frantically forming seals, intending to break the restriction surrounding the Spring of Spirit and claim it for himself.
Mo Wenjie's eyes narrowed, and he combined forces with Huang Ling'er and others to launch an attack. Various magical artifacts shone with light and spiritual energy, targeting the white-clad man. He let out a agonized howl before succumbing to the overwhelming power of the group. He dissolved into black smoke once more and dispersed completely.
Mo Wenjie let out a sigh of relief and continued to distribute the power of the Spring of Spirit smoothly. After everyone had absorbed it, Mo Wenjie walked towards the Spring of Spirit and cast a spell to seal it. Looking at the crowd, he said, "I hope all of you will use the power gained from the Spring of Spirit to do more good deeds." The crowd nodded in agreement, then dispersed on their own, and this place that had been rife with conflict returned to peace.
