"The outer formation has been touched... I wonder which comrade is here to visit?"
In the palace, everyone looked at each other, Zhao He put down his wine glass, stood up and said:
"Everyone, please wait, I'll go take a look."
After Zhao He left the hall, everyone paused the banquet and couldn't help but speculate and discuss:
"Could it be those fellow Taoists from Kong Qingchuan?"
"Perhaps he is a new monk like fellow Taoist Qingxu?"
"It's possible, but it can't be those people from Kirigakure Island anyway..."
While everyone was discussing, Zhao He came back, with a strange look on his face, and a young man's body floating behind him.
On the body, the limbs had long been frozen stiff, and the face was bruised, which was obviously a sign of coldness entering the bones.
The coarse cloth clothes on his body were also worn everywhere, the cloth soles were worn through, and large blood stains were faintly visible on the palms, soles of feet, knees and elbows.
Some blood stains were even frozen into ice particles, adhering to the bloody wounds.
"Um?"
Everyone in the hall looked startled and showed surprise.
"Actually a mortal?"
Zhang Yao was also a little surprised, with a hint of curiosity in his heart.
"Then how did he get in?"
As an immortal cultivator, he is very sensitive to the fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Everyone in the hall could see at a glance that the young man in cloth clothes following Zhao He was isolated from the spiritual energy and had no trace of magic power in him.
Without magic power, even a martial arts master should not be able to break through the outer formation.
"This man passed out on the mountain road entering the spiritual vein area, and I found him."
"I realized that he was just a mortal, so I used the 'Capture Spell' to bring him back first."
Zhao He said and sat back on his seat.
The body of the unconscious young man slowly fell and lay on the ground in the hall.
"let me see……"
Fatty Chen had a look of interest on his face.
He is usually responsible for maintaining the formation that covers the land of spiritual veins, so at this moment, the curiosity in his heart is the heaviest.
"Buzz!"
While the magic power was flowing, Fatty Chen's eyes flashed with crystal luster, and a stream of light flew out and penetrated into the body of the unconscious young man.
"I see."
Soon, Fatty Chen stopped his spell and showed a hint of surprise:
"This person is born with a powerful soul, no less than a monk at the first level of Qi Refining. He is somewhat resistant to battle tactics."
"And he was in a very bad state. He was probably almost losing his mind at the time, so he accidentally avoided the spell's fascination effect."
As soon as everyone heard his explanation, they all understood.
The formations on the periphery of the land of spiritual veins are mainly used to confuse the mind and create an effect similar to "ghosts hitting the wall" in order to drive away wild beasts and mortals.
But if one has no control over his mind and relies solely on instinct, he can avoid some of the spellbinding effects of the formation. After all, it is the simplest primary formation and its effect is not strong.
"In that case, he is lucky."
Zhao He touched his chin and looked at the unconscious young man who fell to the ground:
"He looks so miserable... I wonder if he is being hunted, or if he has some hidden agenda?"
"You'll know if you revive him."
As Zhang Yao spoke, he flicked his finger, and a drop of jade dew flew out and fell into the mouth of the unconscious young man.
The jade dew penetrated along the corners of the unconscious young man's lips, and soon turned into a warm current that traveled through his body, driving away the cold air and frostbite in his body, and restoring his vitality.
"Um……"
Feng Lu woke up in a daze, opened his eyes, and saw the unfamiliar dome of the palace.
He was stunned, and it took him a moment to react suddenly. He turned over and sat up, and saw seven extraordinary and elegant men and women sitting in the hall.
"This is... an immortal?!"
Feng Lu's whole body was trembling, and huge surprise and excitement welled up in his heart. He suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Feng Lu pays homage to all the immortals!"
"My old mother is seriously ill and is dying. I beg all the immortals to have mercy on me..."
Zhang Yao waved his sleeves, and a gentle force lifted him up, saying:
"Get up first and speak slowly."
"Yes Yes."
After Feng Lu stood up, he bowed respectfully before telling his story.
He was originally a scholar, living in Siping Town at the foot of Tiandu Mountain. His family was poor, he worked hard and studied all day long, and he and his mother depended on each other.
A few months ago, his mother became seriously ill. He sold the only two acres of farmland in his family and sought medical treatment. However, he learned that his mother was terminally ill and there was no cure.
When he felt desperate, he thought of the deeds of the Immortal family he had heard since he was a child, so he risked his life and climbed to the depths of Tiandu Mountain to look for the Immortal.
"I beg all the immortals to show mercy..."
After Feng Lu finished speaking, his eyes were red, tears flowed, and he couldn't kneel down.
"Well, he is quite a filial son."
Zhang Yao, Zhao He and others couldn't help but feel slightly moved after listening to his narration.
Just looking at Feng Lu's tragic situation, it is not difficult to guess how he struggled with his hands and feet and tried every means to withstand the biting cold wind and climb up to the depths of Tiandu Mountain little by little.
Such tenacity is admirable.
"Everyone."
Zhang Yao moved his fingers slightly and cast a soundproofing spell before speaking:
"This scholar Feng Lu Yijie has never even practiced martial arts in the mortal world. He has weak energy and blood. He is able to climb a thousand-foot dangerous peak all because of his pure heart to save his mother."
"In my opinion, we might as well lend a little helping hand to make it a good story."
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu is right."
Jiang Rou on the side spoke first and said warmly:
"Such a filial son has touched the heavens and the earth, and we cannot turn a blind eye."
"Since he can break through the formations outside the land of spiritual veins and beg in front of us, it means he is destined. We might as well give him a few fairy peaches and let him take them back to heal my mother."
Zhao He, Lao He and others heard this, discussed it for a while, and all agreed.
No matter how serious a mortal's illness is, it will be easily solved under the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
There are just a few fairy peaches on the left and right. There are so many in the peach orchard in the Tiandu Mountain Spirit Vein that no one cares.
"such a pity."
Fatty Chen shook his head, showing a trace of regret, and said:
"If he can ask the Immortal Sect, with the advantage of his soul and his tenacity, his achievements in the future may be even better than mine."
"It's a pity that he has no spiritual roots. He is destined to miss the path to immortality in this life."
Zhang Yao smiled and said:
"I think his long-cherished wish is just to be named on the gold medal list and serve as a high-ranking official. After he shines on the lintel, he can win the honorary title of imperial wife for his mother."
"Everyone has his own ambitions. Even if he really has spiritual roots and has the opportunity to step into the immortal sect, he may not become our comrade..."
