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Chapter 14. 14. Entering the Secret Realm
The secret realm of Chongshan is very large. At a glance, it is full of mountains, rivers and lakes, and there are huge, harmless monsters walking slowly.

Jiang Xingmeng was almost blindsided, but soon, she discovered something was wrong.

Her spiritual power... is still there!
Didn't it mean that all spiritual power will be suppressed after entering?

Jiang Xingmeng was a little puzzled, but he also chose to write in Luo Shuanghan's hand very carefully: 【My spiritual power is still there. 】

Luo Shuanghan was stunned for a moment, and then her expression became serious. She looked left and right, and lowered her voice to Jiang Xingmeng: "We'll talk about it later."

Jiang Xingmeng nodded uneasily - if someone discovered that she still had spiritual power, she would definitely become the target of public criticism, and her every move would be watched by many people.

Soon, Nan Zhixiang and Yu Qingge also received information from Luo Shuanghan through some hints - Jiang Xingmeng had not lost his spiritual power.

Messaging cards cannot be used in the secret realm, which reduces safety to a certain extent, but fortunately, killing is prohibited in the secret realm of Zhongshan. Once someone is on the verge of death, they will be automatically sent out by the secret realm.

Although his life is not in danger, peeling of the skin is certain.

Luo Shuanghan and the three looked at each other cautiously, and then unanimously protected Jiang Xingmeng even tighter.

There were thousands of people who entered the secret realm, but the secret realm was too large, so the crowded crowd soon became sparse, and there were no other people around Jiang Xingmeng and his party.

They stood on a small hill, with the breeze blowing, and a fresh fragrance of flowers wafted in the air. Nan Zhixiang's eyes lit up, and he said to Jiang Xingmeng excitedly, "It's the smell of the Lengyue tree."

Lengyue tree is an extremely precious medicinal material. The flowers it blooms are small and fragrant. It can be used to refine foundation building pills, clear heart pills, and nourishing pills, and the effect is ten times better than ordinary medicinal materials.

Moreover, the cold moon flower only blooms on the night of the full moon, and the blooming time is only a few breaths, and many places are still not alive, so it is especially cherished.

Nan Zhixiang didn't expect that he was so lucky to meet Leng Yueshu.

Both Yu Qingge and Luo Shuanghan were sword cultivators, they didn't know much about Leng Yueshu, and they didn't respond to the words, so Nan Zhixiang could only look at Jiang Xingmeng expectantly, trying to get someone to be excited with him.

Jiang Xingmeng froze for a while, searched hard in his mind for a while, and after a full stick of incense, he became excited: "It turned out to be Leng Yueshu!"

Nan Zhixiang: "..."

He waited for a full stick of incense before Jiang Xingmeng said it. His enthusiasm disappeared all of a sudden, and he rubbed his temples helplessly: "You...recite it thirty times after you go back."

Jiang Xingmeng: "...?"

She looked at Prime Minister Nan in shock and was speechless for a moment.

Nan Zhixiang took a deep breath and asked her: "Do you remember the characteristics of Leng Yueshu?"

Jiang Xingmeng nodded and said feebly: "It only blooms on full moon nights. An hour before it blooms, the fragrance of flowers will be emitted. There is no flowering at this time, but the cold moon tree emits a fragrance that confuses the pickers. The real flowering time will be longer. Push it back...the flowers only bloom for three breaths, so you have to pick them as soon as possible, otherwise the cold moon flowers will scatter into smoke and dust as soon as they fall to the ground."

Nan Zhixiang was reluctantly satisfied, and then said to Yuqingge and Luo Shuanghan: "My little junior sister and I are here waiting for the cold moon flowers to bloom, how about you?"

Luo Shuanghan raised her eyebrows: "If you can protect the junior sister well, then the senior brother and I will go find the inheritance."

Prime Minister Nan felt offended: "After all, I am still in the stage of becoming a god. Although I lost my spiritual power in the secret realm, I can't even protect my junior sister."

Before Luo Shuanghan said anything, Yu Qingge frowned, a little disgusted: "Medical practice in the divine transformation stage? Haha."

Nan Zhixiang: "...?"

He squeezed his fist again and again, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Yu Qingge with a smile on his face: "If you don't want to stay, stop talking nonsense."

Yu Qingge glanced at him, ignored him, just patted Jiang Xingmeng's head: "Follow your third senior brother well."

Luo Shuanghan patted Nan Zhixiang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Protect my junior sister."

Then, the two left very simply and neatly.

Nan Zhixiang and Jiang Xingmeng looked at each other, then sighed together, and began to sit on the small hill, waiting for the blooming of Leng Yuehua.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a sound of footsteps and voices behind the two of them. After distinguishing carefully, Nan Zhixiang whispered to Jiang Xingmeng: "Three people, two men and one woman, were in the foundation-building period before they came in."

Jiang Xingmeng has spiritual power in his body, and he is more discerning than everyone in the secret realm, so he naturally heard these things, but Nan Zhixiang has no spiritual power.

She looked at Nan Zhixiang in shock, and then asked in a low voice: "Without spiritual power, can you hear this?"

Nan Zhixiang laughed, shook his head mysteriously, and said to her: "After I get out, I will teach you. This is a unique secret technique in my family."

Jiang Xingmeng tilted his head, intending to ask a few more questions about Nan Zhixiang's family, but the footsteps of the two men and a woman got closer, and their voices gradually became clearer.

"It's really bad luck!" The taller and thinner young man frowned, "I don't know if Zheng Lingyun's hoof has suffered from firecrackers. I just greeted her master, but she did it directly?"

The shorter, but much better-looking boy sneered when he heard the words: "Isn't that also your fault?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the girl with a soft and delicate appearance spoke softly and advised, "There is someone in front, stop arguing."

At this time, the two men and one woman were already very close to Nan Zhixiang and Jiang Xingmeng, and they could no longer pretend that they didn't hear or see anything, they could only look back.

After the girl persuaded them, neither the youth nor the boy said much. Seeing the girl standing in front of them, Jiang Xingmeng immediately understood that the three of them were led by the girl.

When the girl saw Jiang Xingmeng and Nan Zhixiang, a flash of surprise and jealousy flashed in her eyes, too fast for anyone to catch, but Jiang Xingmeng had spiritual power, so he could naturally see clearly.

She pretended not to notice, and asked with a smile: "Did fellow Taoist also come to look for Leng Yuehua?"

The girl froze for a moment, then smiled softly: "Yes, that's right."

Jiang Xingmeng also smiled gently: "My junior brother and I are waiting for the Lengyue tree to bloom. You can wait with us... My surname is Jiang, and I am Xingjiu at home. You can just call me Jiang Jiuniang."

The girl secretly looked at Jiang Xingmeng, then glanced at Prime Minister Nan with a flickering look: "Just call me Wan'er."

After a pause, she pretended to be casual and said: "Is this your senior brother?"

Jiang Xingmeng burst into laughter: "I told you, this is my junior brother... He joined the Immortal Sect very late, and his cultivation has never improved..."

As she spoke, she stopped talking. There was a hint of embarrassment on her face, as if she was secretly annoyed that she spoke too quickly.

Seeing this, Lin Qingwan's vigilance immediately disappeared. It was obvious that this Jiang Jiuniang wanted to use Leng Yuehua to refine the elixir for her junior brother to cleanse the marrow. This Jiang Jiuniang was at most twelve years old. I'm afraid it's only the foundation building period before entering the secret realm, let alone her junior brother.

Thinking of this, the smile on Lin Qingwan's face became gentler: "These are my two cousins, Jiuniang, please make room for us."

(End of this chapter)