Mo Wenjie, together with Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuobaying, Qin Xiaodie, and Cao Chunling, left the palace brimming with mysterious charm. The palace seemed to hide countless secrets known to none, but they did not linger for long; instead, they resolutely embarked on their journey into the unknown ahead.
Sunlight pierced through the dense foliage, casting dappled light that brightened the path ahead for everyone. A gentle breeze caressed their cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness. Throughout the journey, they all maintained vigilance, for in this unfamiliar place, danger could lurk around every corner.
Mo Wenjie walked at the forefront of the group, his agile figure and piercing gaze constantly taking in the surroundings. Huang Ling'er followed closely behind, her hand tightly gripping a short sword, her beautiful face showing a determined expression. Jiang Yurou and Xiao Yawen walked side by side, whispering to each other in low tones, seemingly discussing the potential situations they might encounter next.
Ding Yan and Tuo Ba Ying did not idle either; they carefully observed the plants and trees along the road, trying to glean some useful clues from them. While Qin Xiaodie and Cao Chunling occasionally turned their heads to look back, ensuring that no one fell behind or encountered any accidents.
As they delved deeper into this mysterious land, the group found that the terrain was becoming increasingly complex, with rugged mountain paths and steep slopes that sometimes required them to climb. However, they showed no signs of retreat; instead, they supported each other as they took steps forward together.
As they walked, Mo Wenjie suddenly halted, sensing a faint yet peculiar wave of spiritual energy. The others stopped too, becoming tense. Mo Wenjie signaled for everyone to be quiet and cautiously moved in the direction of the spiritual energy. After clearing away a thicket, they saw a small pool of water shimmering with dim light ahead.
The water in the pool had an extraordinary blue color, as if it contained boundless energy. Just as the group was curious about it, the surface of the water suddenly rippled, and a little fairy slowly emerged from the water. It shone with starlight, its eyes like two sparkling gems.
The little fairy looked over the group, its voice clear and tinkling: "You have ventured into this place, and whether it brings you fortune or misfortune remains to be seen. However, seeing that you bear no ill intent, I can give you a hint. Ahead lies a valley, where there grows a thousand-year spirit plant. If you can obtain it, your journey will yield great rewards." With that said, it vanished from sight.
The group looked at each other, saying nothing for a moment, but each person's face showed a complex expression. It seemed they all saw a flicker of hesitation and worry in one another's eyes, but it was only a fleeting moment. Then, their gaze grew increasingly resolute.
Mo Wenjie took a deep breath and stepped forward with a resolute countenance, his figure looking particularly tall. As he slowly turned to face his teammates behind him, he said in a steady and powerful voice: "Brothers and sisters, we have come this far; we cannot turn back now! Trust me, as long as we work together, we will definitely find that thousand-year spirit plant!" With that, he waved his hand widely and led the way forward.
Seeing this, the others followed suit. The group set off again, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the forest in a rhythmic manner. At this moment, every member's heart was brimming with anticipation for that legendary thousand-year spirit plant. They envisioned its possibly magical properties and the opportunities and breakthroughs it would bring to each of them after they obtained it.
As he walked, Mo Wenjie pondered in his mind the possible situations they might encounter and the strategies to deal with them. Though the path ahead was unknown and fraught with dangers, he believed in his own strength and wisdom, as well as that of his teammates, that they would be able to overcome numerous difficulties and successfully reach the mysterious valley.
Only then did the graceful and beautiful Huang Ling'er stand shoulder to shoulder with the gentle and lovely Jiang Yurou, accompanied by the elegant and refined Xiao Yawen, lively and cheerful Ding Yan, brave and impressive Tuo Ba Ying, as well as the petite and lovely Qin Xiaodie, and gentle and demure Cao Chunling.
At that moment, all the women had their beautiful eyes twinkling, and they simultaneously turned their gaze towards Mo Wenjie who was not far away. They spoke in unison, asking, "Husband, is it truly possible for us to find the legendary thousand-year spirit plant as we venture into this mysterious valley? What if there is none here at all?" As they spoke, a hint of worry appeared on their faces. It was clear that they were filled with uncertainty about this expedition.
Mo Wenjie gently took Huang Ling'er's hand, who was closest to him, and said with a firm gaze, "My dear wives, there is no need to worry. Even if the thousand-year spirit plant is not here, there will still be numerous precious herbs and treasures along the way. Moreover, I have a feeling that the spirit plant is waiting in the valley for someone with the right cause."
The women listened to his words and felt a bit reassured. The team continued to advance deeper into the valley. As they went further in, the mist grew thicker, and their vision was obstructed. Suddenly, a melodious flute sound echoed through the air, with an enchanting charm. Without realizing it, everyone was drawn towards the direction of the flute music.
When they reached an open area, they saw an old man in white clothing playing the flute. Next to him was a plant emanating a strong aura of spiritual energy, which was indeed the thousand-year spirit plant. The old man stopped playing the flute and said slowly, "This spirit plant is nourished by the heaven and earth and requires trials to be passed before it can be obtained."
Mo Wenjie stepped forward and bowed respectfully, "The junior wishes to undergo the trial." The old man nodded, waving his hands, and a barrier formed by spiritual energy rose. Mo Wenjie used his martial arts to counter it, and the other women also cast spells to assist. After a fierce battle, they finally broke through the barrier.
The old man laughed and said, "It seems that my expectations have not been disappointed. The spirit plant is yours now." Mo Wenjie thanked the old man and led the women joyfully back home.
On the way back, the group excitedly discussed the potential uses of the spirit plant. Mo Wenjie planned to refine it into pills to enhance the cultivation of all present.
However, as they were about to leave this mysterious area, the sky suddenly darkened. A group of mysterious people in black robes blocked their path. The leader in the black robe shouted, "Leave the spirit plant, or do not blame us for being ruthless."
Mo Wenjie sneered coldly, "If you want the spirit plant, come and take it by force." With that said, he charged at the enemy first. The women were not to be outdone either and used their spells to fight back. However, these dark-robed people were not to be underestimated in their strength. Gradually, the group fell into a disadvantageous position.
In the critical moment, Mo Wenjie remembered the spirit plant they had just obtained. He quietly took out a bit of its leaf and infused spiritual energy into it before throwing it towards the sky. The spirit plant released its powerful energy instantly, shining with dazzling light. The dark-robed men were shocked by this force, and their movements slowed momentarily.
At that critical moment, Mo Wenjie keenly observed the openings revealed by the enemy and made an instant decision. He shouted loudly, "Sisters, follow me and strike back!" In an instant, the women all responded. They attacked the dark-robed men with ferocious vigor and formidable momentum.
Mo Wenjie led the charge, his long sword shimmering with frosty light. Every slash he delivered was accompanied by a fierce blade of spirit, directly targeting the vital points of the dark-robed men. The other women also showcased their unique abilities, with some casting marvelous spells and others moving gracefully to launch their attacks. For a moment, various streams of light crossed each other, dazzling everyone's eyes.
Although the dark-robed men were powerful, they began to struggle against Mo Wenjie and his team's fierce assault. They were trying to fend off all sides, and their black robes were being slashed by blade energy and magical attacks, leaving several tears. Finally, under the heavy blow from Mo Wenjie, the dark-robed man screamed miserably and fled in shame.
Watching the back of the dark-robed man flee in disarray, Mo Wenjie let out a long breath of relief. He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to look at the women beside him. At this moment, the women were also exhausted, but their eyes sparkled with the joy of victory. They smiled at each other, and their smiles were like flowers blooming in spring, beautiful and touching.
After a brief rest, Mo Wenjie led the women to tidy up the battlefield and carefully carried the precious spirit plant on their shoulders as they embarked on their journey back home. Along the way, they laughed and talked non-stop, discussing the fierce battle they had just fought and the upcoming journey to refine the pills.
After a long journey, Mo Wenjie and his companions finally returned to their living place. It was a picturesque area with clear water and lush greenery, a serene utopia. Without pausing for rest, they immediately started preparing the materials and tools required for making the pills. Mo Wenjie placed the spirit plant on the table and carefully examined its texture and color, silently calculating how to fully harness its medicinal properties.
Once all the preliminary preparations were in place, Mo Wenjie stood still, his eyes fixed on the cauldron before him. He slightly adjusted his breathing pattern and then took a deep breath of fresh air, as if absorbing the spiritual energy surrounding him as well. Following that, he reached out with his right hand and lightly touched the icy fire igniter with his fingertip. In an instant, a weak yet bright flame burst into existence.
As the flame flickered, Mo Wenjie's heartbeat seemed to quicken in sync. He forced himself to remain calm and brought the fire igniter close to the ventilation opening below the cauldron, gently pushing it in. The flame then shot into the cauldron like a lively spirit. Instantly, the furnace blazed up with fierce flames, the orange hues licking at the black interior and making a crackling sound.
Looking at the increasingly fierce furnace, Mo Wenjie's eyes showed a mix of tension and expectancy. This was his first time independently cultivating divine pills! Although he had been studying under his master for many years, he had never personally refined divine pills before. He knew that this cultivation was of great significance to himself, as success would not only mean an improvement in his skills but also potentially bring unexpected opportunities.
Thinking about this, Mo Wenjie dared not be the slightest bit lax. He focused entirely on every step of the upcoming pill refining process……
Mo Wenjie carefully followed the steps he remembered, methodically adding various herbs into the cauldron. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, but his eyes remained resolute. The women watched him anxiously, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.
As time passed, the cauldron emitted a faint fragrance, and Mo Wenjie knew that the critical moment had arrived. He increased the input of his spiritual energy and controlled the fire. However, an unexpected incident occurred; the cauldron shook violently. Mo Wenjie's face changed as he realized that it might be caused by the spirit plant's overwhelming spiritual energy leading to imbalance.
Without hesitation, he forced himself to calm down and quickly cast a few incantations in an attempt to stabilize the situation. The women also hastily channeled their spiritual energy to him. With the collective effort of everyone, the cauldron gradually calmed down.
Finally, a dazzling golden light shot out from the cauldron, forming a round and plump pill that emanated a rich spiritual aura. Mo Wenjie let out a sigh of relief and his face was filled with contentment. The women cheered and gathered around. Mo Wenjie carefully picked up the pill, brimming with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that this pill would lead them to higher levels of cultivation.
