readsfreenovel Chapter 122 One generation is not as good as the other
Chapter 122 One generation is not as good as the other
It's been so long, do you still remember?
Qingqing was somewhat skeptical and asked again, "Don't you feel dizzy, lightheaded, or uncomfortable?"
Xuan Li shook his head.
Nothing.
Qingqing didn't know what words to use to describe her feelings at this moment.
Could it be that the Soul-Guiding Grass was fake?
impossible!
Feng Siyue was also very worried.
Are you really okay?
It's okay, I actually feel like my memory has improved a lot!
Qingqing and Feng Siyue exchanged a glance and decided to remain silent for the time being.
After all that trouble, only three days remained.
Feng Siyue and Xuan Li rushed to the last place under the cover of night.
The core of the secret realm.
As night fell, the atmosphere around the campfire gradually became tense.
Jiang Yan stared at Bai Xielin, who was eating roasted meat by the campfire, and asked, "Xielin, where are Chu Han and the other two?"
"I'm going to the outer perimeter to find the seventh-grade Pona grass."
"If the core is there, why are they going to the periphery?"
Bai Xielin rolled his eyes and looked up, "Big sister, you've looted this core completely, where's the seventh-grade Po Na Grass?"
"Don't even mention Pona Grass, I can't even see a fourth-grade spiritual plant."
His expression was extremely impatient.
Jiang Yan didn't believe him and sneered, "How interesting. You have the key but don't look for the divine artifact, you look for such a low-level medicinal plant?"
"Could it be that he ran away because he felt guilty for not having possessed some rare treasure?"
Seventh rank?
Ignorant fool.
With a snap, Bai Xielin swung the wooden stick in his hand, and flames shot high into the sky!
His gaze towards Jiang Yan wasn't friendly. "Are you so useless that you don't know the value of a seventh-grade Po Na Grass?"
"Can you go back and clear your head before coming out again?!"
Bai Zi scoffed, leaning against Bai Fangming's chest with disdain in her eyes, "A-Lin, what did you say to her?"
"Why waste your breath on her if you don't even know about the miraculous plant, Pona Grass, which can raise the purity of a person's spiritual root to eighty-five?"
There are only about a hundred of these seventh-grade Po Na Grass plants in the entire Illusionary Universe Continent. They are treasures that countless top sects fight tooth and nail for, yet they are called low-grade?
laugh.
No wonder they need to rely on marriage alliances to maintain their status.
Bai Xielin nodded as if he suddenly understood, "Sister is right."
Jiang Yan finally couldn't stand Bai Zi and the other two's sarcastic remarks any longer. She stood up, kicked the campfire away, and said with a gloomy face, "I think you're all tired of living!"
These mortals dare to provoke her again and again!
A string of beads appeared in their hands, and three powerful forces, no less than those of the Spirit Venerable Realm, attacked them!
That's... a top-tier sacred artifact!
Bai Fangming raised his eyes, a black longbow appeared in his hand, and a mysterious and ancient aura spread around him. He fired three arrows at the same time!
Instantly breaking through Jiang Yan's attack, he charged towards her!
Jiang Yan's smug face froze instantly when she saw three arrows coming straight at her face!
It...it's broken like that?
It was only when Song Xiqing pulled her away at the crucial moment that she was spared from death.
Song Xiqing looked wary as he stared at the longbow in Bai Fangming's hand, his expression grim. "A top-tier sacred artifact! Who exactly are you?!"
The aura is absolutely correct!
Long Qianchuan also looked at the bow and arrow in his hand with an inscrutable expression.
The bow exuded an aura that seemed to emanate from a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.
This person is not to be underestimated.
"I've said it before, what we do best is crush other people's confidence."
Bai Fangming helped Bai Zi to her feet, his gaze towards Jiang Yan icy cold. "I advise you to behave yourself. I wouldn't mind having Yanji Holy Land replace its Holy Maiden."
Then, he led Bai Zi and the other person into the darkness.
The man's icy gaze stunned Jiang Yan for a moment, and after realizing her reaction, her face turned even more furious, turning purplish-blue!
How dare you threaten her!?
She then turned her attention to Song Xiqing, demanding, "Why didn't you help me just now?!"
Song Xiqing explained in a gentle voice,
"Yan Yan, the artifact is the master."
"You mean I have to keep putting up with their harassment?!"
She then looked at Yun Hezhi and Long Qianchuan, her eyes filled with resentment, "We are both from the Four Great Holy Lands, and this is how you watch me get bullied?"
Long Qianchuan glanced at her.
"idiot."
Then, with a flick of his toes, he disappeared into the woods.
It seems this sacred place of Yanji is truly deserted.
Then, Yun Hezhi left without expression.
The holy maidens of Yanji Holy Land are truly getting worse with each generation. Perhaps it's time to discuss this with my father.
In the end, only Jiang Yan and Song Xiqing remained.
Seeing that Yun Hezhi and Long Qianchuan ignored her, Jiang Yan felt a surge of anger!
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she buried her face in Song Xiqing's arms, sobbing, "Why? Why did they do this to me? My suspicions were right!"
Song Xiqing felt sorry for her, but since it concerned a divine artifact, preserving its power was more important.
"Yan Yan, don't be sad. Just bear with it. We'll teach them a lesson once we get the artifact!"
"Once we leave the secret realm, we'll make them wish they were dead!"
The woman's voice sounded aggrieved as she replied, "Okay."
Her lowered eyes were filled with resentment and malice.
Useless things!
It will only make her endure it!
Once I get my hands on this amazing weapon, I'll take care of you first!
The next morning, Feng Siyue and Xuan Li arrived at the third place Qingqing had mentioned.
In a lush green lotus pond, pink lotus flowers stand gracefully, their buds, glistening with dew, peeking out from among the lotus leaves like shy little girls cautiously peeking out to see if anyone is around.