Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

The imperial edict still needed to be verified for authenticity, but once Fusu’s token came out, the soldiers knew that the holder was Fusu’s man, and that Prince Fusu was a well-known good man who was harmless to the Qin Dynasty, and the same was true for the people he trusted.

"Sir, my subordinates are blind. Please forgive me and don't get angry. We will clear the way for you right away!"

The leader of the soldiers guarding the city rushed over upon hearing the news and stood at the city gate with his men to apologize to Xu Fu.

Several people who had offended Xu Fu before were also forced to kneel on the ground. It seemed that they would have a hard time in the future.

Xu Fu didn't want these people to waste Yang Ling's time, so he waved his hand and urged: "Stop talking nonsense, move the checkpoint quickly, I want to leave the city!"

"Yes, yes! You are right, we will move now!"

The leader of the soldiers defending the city heard Xu Fu's impatience and did not dare to delay, and immediately ordered his men to move the checkpoint.

Xu Fu turned around and helped Yang Ling up from his chair, saying respectfully, "Master, please!"

Seeing Xu Fu respectfully inviting Yang Ling to leave the city, the soldiers guarding the city unconsciously looked at him twice more. They were curious about who could make the people holding Prince Fusu's token so humble.

However, no one could answer their questions. The only person who could answer them had already followed Yang Ling towards the barren mountains outside the city.

Xianyang City is located near mountains and rivers, with an excellent geographical location. When the era of spiritual energy revival came, Xianyang City became one of the places with the highest concentration of spiritual energy, attracting many people who opened up their meridians and entered the world of practitioners.

However, even so, there is still a barren mountain in the suburbs that has been ignored for many years. It has stood for a long time, overlooking the mountains and rivers thousands of miles to the north, but it has always been lonely and silent.

Although Yang Ling had noticed it before, he did not investigate it deeply. Now he felt it more strongly when he went to the barren mountain. A cultivator must follow his nature, let alone someone like him who has entered the heavenly way and transcended the realm of mortals, and must follow the guidance of his heart.

An unknown force led Yang Ling to the barren mountain, but the mountain was so high and steep that it was difficult for him to climb with his current physical condition.

"Master, this mountain is so desolate because the road is rugged and there is nothing valuable on the mountain. What are we doing here..."

Xu Fu stopped talking before he finished. He felt the strong warning in Yang Ling's eyes. If he continued to talk without knowing the situation, he would be sent back the next moment. Naturally, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Yang Ling came to this barren mountain to resolve the doubts in his heart and break through the invisible bottleneck that the spirit of the weapon mentioned, not for anything growing on the mountain.

In Xu Fu's opinion, if there were no magical herbs, magical jade and other things on the mountain that could be used by them, it would be of no value.

However, everyone has a different definition of value. For Yang Ling, walking from Xianyang City to here, and then climbing from here to the top of the mountain, each step brings him a different feeling and value.

Xu Fu didn't know yet, the biggest difference between him and Yang Ling was this. But it was normal for him not to know, after all, it was common for cultivators to have this, but Yang Ling didn't.

This barren mountain outside Xianyang city was indeed too steep. Even for Yang Ling and Xu Fu, who had achieved great success in cultivation, it was quite difficult to climb it, let alone ordinary people. Therefore, it was understandable that it was abandoned.

The two men set out from the foot of a barren mountain and found a place to rest not long after they had gone.

Yang Ling looked down from where he was sitting. Under his feet was a mountain road that was almost perpendicular to the ground. He could fall if he was not careful.

"The mountain road is dangerous, be careful, if you fall I can't save you!"

Yang Ling retracted his gaze, looked at Xu Fu, and reminded him lightly.

He said this seriously, because it was all true. In the past, this mountain road was nothing to Yang Ling, he could even fly up with Xu Fu, but now he couldn't even use his spiritual power, if Xu Fu fell down, he could only wish for the best.

"Master, I can fly in the air, you don't have to worry!"

Hearing Yang Ling's reminder, Xu Fu responded with a smile.

Xu Fu's confidence made Yang Ling want to laugh, but he didn't say much. Instead, he stood up and continued walking.

There is a lack of spiritual energy on the barren mountains. Even in the spiritually rich Xianyang City, it feels like a spiritual desert, and this feeling becomes stronger as you go up.

Xu Fu didn't care about the consumption of spiritual energy at first, and even wasted a lot of spiritual energy to detect the dangers around him. As they continued to approach the top of the mountain, the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, and Xu Fu finally understood what Yang Ling's previous reminder meant.

He regretted wasting his spiritual energy on the way, and began to restrain his breath, climbing up the rock together with Yang Ling using his hands and feet.

Yang Ling's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept sliding down as he climbed, making him look quite charming. If there was a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love with him, she would definitely be fascinated by him.

Looking at Xu Fu again, he started to retract his spiritual power and climb with Yang Ling when they reached halfway up the mountain. Now he was sweating profusely and looked even more tired than Yang Ling.

"If it doesn't work, then go down. I'll go up alone!"

Yang Ling held onto a protruding rock on the mountain wall with one hand and spoke calmly.

He looked very relaxed, completely different from Xu Fu. Xu Fu looked a little discouraged. He wanted to nod in agreement, but when he thought of Yang Ling's inability to use his spiritual power, he shook his head and said, "I won't go down, Master!"

If there was nothing unusual about this barren mountain, Xu Fu might have let Yang Ling go up alone, but now that the problem had appeared, he naturally would not leave first.

This was the nth time that Xu Fu's performance surprised Yang Ling again.

It seemed that he could no longer see the Xu Fu that he had seen in history textbooks and before entering the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain in the person before him.

Xu Fu's transformation was undoubtedly a good thing for the people around him, but no one knew whether it was helpful to the development of history. Thinking of this, Yang Ling couldn't help but frowned slightly and hit the mountain wall helplessly.

Now that spiritual energy has fully recovered and history has long since changed, Xu Fu's change is insignificant compared to the great changes of the times. How could it affect history?

Xu Fu watched from the sidelines as his master Yang Ling punched the mountain wall in frustration for some reason, causing gravel to roll down. He looked down along the path of the gravel and saw mist and clouds under his feet.

This scene made Xu Fu shudder and he quickly looked away.

When he looked at Yang Ling again, he found that his master was already two steps ahead of him. Xu Fu did not dare to delay and quickly grabbed the next protrusion, kicked off with his toes, and followed.

The master and disciple began to climb the barren mountain when the sun rose in the early morning. When they reached the top of the mountain, the moon was already high in the night sky.

The whole mountain is extremely desolate, except for a meadow on the top of the mountain. The grass is lush and dotted with small flowers of various colors. It is so beautiful that it doesn’t seem like it is winter.

Xu Fu seemed to be different from others. The more tired he was, the more energetic he became.

When he reached halfway up the mountain, he looked exhausted, but when he reached the top, he actually ran to enjoy the scenery.

Yang Ling couldn't understand Xu Fu's physique and thoughts. He lay on the ground and rested for nearly an hour before sitting up with Xu Fu's help.

On the top of the mountain, the spiritual energy was abundant, which was a world of difference compared to the bottom of the mountain. After Xu Fu absorbed the spiritual energy to restore his physical strength, he stood beside Yang Ling, waiting for his master's instructions.

Flowers bloomed on the top of the mountain, and butterflies came uninvited, fluttering around Yang Ling. There were also many birds he had never seen before, nesting nearby. The creatures here were not afraid of people, and even showed affection towards them. A blue and white bird landed on Yang Ling's shoulder and pecked his cheek gently.

Seeing this, Xu Fu frowned and tried to chase the bird away, but was stopped by Yang Ling. He stretched out his hand, and the bird jumped into his palm. Yang Ling said softly, "Go and play!" Then he let go of his hand, but the bird stood still in his palm.

Yang Ling lowered his head curiously and found that the bird was also staring at him. The moment their eyes met, the image of the weak spirit beside the Rebirth Pond emerged in Yang Ling's mind. "Are you it?" Yang Ling asked subconsciously. Although the bird could not speak, it stepped on his palm a few times and made a happy bird sound, as if responding.

The bird's reaction made Yang Ling almost certain that it was the weak spirit beside the Rebirth Pond. However, most of the spirits that went to the Rebirth Pond had no memories, they were just mechanical reincarnations, and it was impossible for them to remember what happened before reincarnation.

Just as Yang Ling was hesitating, another pink bird flew to his shoulder. He somehow held it in his palm. The pink bird also stared at him for a while, stepped on his palm twice, and then flapped its wings and chirped, the sound was pleasant to the ear.

Soon after, another group of similar birds lined up to approach him, hoping to stay in his hands for a while. Yang Ling's doubts suddenly disappeared, and he realized that he was overthinking. If powerful spirits could not remember things from their previous lives, how could weak spirits remember them?
This kind of thing is impossible to happen on the road of reincarnation. The great power that created this program has designed the work related to the memory of the previous life to be very perfect. Yang Ling didn't want to explain this strange and mysterious thing to Xu Fu, so he changed the subject and said, "It's nothing, let's go somewhere else!"

The barren mountain was vast, and the top of the mountain was not small either. The place they were at before was just the tip of the iceberg. The two of them left the place full of birdsong and flowers, and walked along a stream whose source and destination were unknown.

The water is so clear that you can see the bottom at a glance. There is no living creature in this stream, as the saying goes, "When the water is too clear, there are no fish." Wherever the stream flows, grass and flowers grow lushly, probably thanks to the nourishment of the stream.

Going further in, they saw a huge stone several dozen meters high, with blood-red writing on it, and the word "Boundary Monument" was written at the bottom. Even though Yang Ling had a high level of cultivation and his eyesight and hearing were far superior to ordinary people, he could not see the writing that was seven or eight meters higher than him and was obscured by the fog.

He turned to look at Xu Fu, who immediately understood, nodded respectfully, and then used his spiritual power to fly into the air and fly towards the boulder. However, Xu Fu did not see what he wanted to see after flying up, and soon fell back down.

"Master, the mountain fog has obscured the words on the boundary marker, and I can't disperse the fog!" Xu Fu stood in front of Yang Ling, saying helplessly and ashamedly.

Yang Ling was speechless after hearing this. Even the mountain fog couldn't be blown away. He really didn't know what Xu Fu was practicing. But he didn't blame Xu Fu. He just looked away and said, "Keep going!"

It was enough to know that there was a boundary marker here. It would not be too late to come back and see it later when the injury was healed. At some point, the speed of the stream flowed faster, and Yang Ling subconsciously quickened his pace.

They followed the stream into the depths of the forest that they had not seen when they went up the mountain, only to find that the stream under their feet had disappeared at some point. Yang Ling frowned slightly, looked up at Xu Fu and asked, "Did you see where it disappeared?"

"Master, I was so focused on following your steps that I didn't notice the stream!" Xu Fu's face flashed with helplessness as he responded truthfully. He only had Yang Ling in his eyes, fearing that danger would attack them.

Yang Ling curled his lips helplessly and warned: "Pay attention to your surroundings, we may encounter danger at any time!" He was sure that the stream was real and had even walked past it himself. A real stream could not disappear for no reason. It would either flow into the lake or turn to another place. There was only one possibility for it to disappear out of thin air, that is, everything they saw now was not real, including the stream that disappeared out of thin air.

"Yes, Master!" Xu Fu believed Yang Ling's words without a doubt, and immediately became alert, even pulling out his whisk. The two of them were wearing the spiritual power shield condensed by Xu Fu, and walked forward slowly. No one dared to make a sound at this time.

They entered the forest just before dawn, and that period of darkness was truly dark. Yang Ling and Xu Fu stood back to back, as if they were back in the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain. They were surrounded by a pitch-black space, unable to see their hand in front of them. They couldn't even tell the direction, let alone move.

The two moved very slowly, but still encountered an accident. Not long after walking, Xu Fu suddenly stopped. Yang Ling felt the movement of the people behind him and asked, "What happened?"

"Master, I seem to have stepped on something! It's soft and hard..." Xu Fu stood stiffly in place, responding with a bitter face. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he described the feeling under his feet.

"What is that?" Yang Ling frowned slightly and reminded, "Pinch a Firefly Technique!" He had traveled in the world for many years, but he had never seen anything that was both hard and soft.

"Yes, Master!" Hearing Yang Ling's order, Xu Fu immediately nodded and made the Firefly Seal with his hands. He was frightened by the sudden darkness and didn't know what to do. Yang Ling only reminded him to be alert when he got close to him, and he followed his master step by step. Sometimes Yang Ling felt that Xu Fu was like an abacus reincarnated, and it only moved when it was touched, while his own brain was just a decoration.

When the Firefly Art flashed, Yang Ling's sight fell on Xu Fu's face covered with a human skin mask. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Why are you still carrying this thing? No one here recognizes you."

"Disciple will take it off immediately!" Xu Fu seemed a little embarrassed, but his movements were very quick. Before he finished speaking, the mask had been taken off.

Seeing Xu Fu still holding the Firefly Art between them, Yang Ling raised his hand and patted his head, reminding him: "Look at what's under your feet."

"Yes, Master!" Xu Fu suddenly realized what was going on after being patted, and quickly moved his hand that was performing the Firefly Technique towards the ground.

His reaction was usually not slow, but now it was like this, obviously affected by the surrounding atmosphere. (End of this chapter)