Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

A month later,

In an unnamed stone mountain, Zhang Ling and Wei Shen were resting in a cave.

The stone cave was not large. Zhang Ling sat cross-legged on the ground a few feet away from Wei Shen. At this moment, his face was pale as he examined his own condition.

The spiritual power in his body was gathered in his dantian, but despite several attempts, he couldn't mobilize it at all. Currently, only his divine sense could extend outwards, and the vines on his left arm were quietly coiled around it.

They were like dead objects, without the slightest movement.

It had been a month since they left the Hao Yuan Sect. This place was a mortal territory within the Yuan Feng Kingdom. During this time, he had followed Wei Shen to several places, and they had entered and exited several markets.

This person was collecting materials, traveling through various markets, both large and small, without mentioning the task he was supposed to do. A few days ago, they even went to Falling Star City.

As soon as they arrived in Falling Star City, this person left him in the inn and departed. After waiting for half a day without seeing any sign of him,

he became tempted to escape.

Thinking of it, he immediately set off towards the Yuan Feng Kingdom. Although he knew that this person had placed a mark on him, such marks usually had a limited range, with the effect weakening as the distance increased.

As long as he got far enough away from Wei Shen, he might be able to escape. He flew all the way, entering the Yuan Feng Kingdom, and without stopping, he headed west, intending to leave the sphere of influence of the Nine Sects first.

In three days, he crossed most of the Yuan Feng Kingdom, reaching a distance of seven or eight thousand miles from Falling Star City. Despite such a long distance, he didn't expect to be found by this person two days ago.

At that time, he was about to fight this person to the death, but this old ghost used some method to instantly imprison the spiritual power in his body, leaving him no chance to resist. Several prepared methods were not used before he was captured by this person.

Until a few days ago, the two of them headed north towards the Yuan Feng Kingdom. These days, he had been well-behaved, without any other thoughts. After catching him, this person did not do anything to him besides imprisoning his spiritual power.

Although he was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he couldn't use a single trace of spiritual power except for his divine sense, and he couldn't even open his storage bag.

Wei Shen didn't kill him, there was only one possibility, he was still useful to this person. It seems he can only find another opportunity.

...

Suddenly, a stream of spiritual power entered his body from the outside. Zhang Ling's expression changed, and he quickly checked his body.

Then he discovered that the restriction on his body had disappeared. With a thought, spiritual power surged and instantly circulated throughout his body's meridians.

After only two breaths, he opened his eyes and looked up in Wei Shen's direction.

"Thank you, Master."

"Hmph, I have already lifted the ban on your body, you can do it now." Wei Shen also looked towards him, sneering and watching him with a smile.

"Master is joking, this disciple's cultivation is so low that I have no power to resist in front of you. How dare I have other thoughts?" Zhang Ling said with a dry laugh.

"It's good that you know." Wei Shen narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and took out a white jade slip, throwing it to him. "This is the Spirit Condensation Technique. Practice it first, you'll need it tomorrow."

"My great undertaking is about to be completed. You better put away any other thoughts. Although you are both Foundation Establishment cultivators, I have already reached perfection, while you have just entered this realm. Even if there were six or seven more like you, I wouldn't be afraid at all. As long as you sincerely work for me, I will naturally spare your life."

"Yes, this disciple has no other intentions."

Zhang Ling took the jade slip and began to examine it. It contained a spirit binding technique called "Spirit Condensation Technique."

The so-called spirit binding technique is just a general term for this type of spell. This spell was originally used to explore ley lines and can also be used to seal spiritual power.

In fact, it has another use, which is to imprison spiritual bodies. The techniques used by demonic cultivators to refine Yin souls and living souls are all derived from the spirit binding technique.

This Spirit Condensation Technique is not difficult to learn. He mastered it in a few hours. After Wei Shen verified it, they headed towards another place.

The next day at noon, Zhang Ling followed Wei Shen to a crack in the ground.

This was the junction of two short mountains. The surrounding area was barren, with no grass or trees to be seen for several miles.

The cracks in the ground were jagged, like the open mouth of a ferocious beast, extending for two or three miles. Judging by its size, it seemed to have been formed by an earthquake, but the barren condition of the surrounding area made this place seem unusual.

Wei Shen arrived here without the slightest hesitation and flew down, with Zhang Ling naturally following closely.

After entering the underground crack for more than ten feet, the view suddenly opened up. The space below was not small. A long underground valley extended to an unknown location, and there were many cracks of various sizes on the ground underfoot.

Some were several feet long, while others were only a foot or so in size.

Wei Shen waved his hand in front, and a white stone ball the size of a fist flew forward, emitting a white light, illuminating an area.

Arriving here, Zhang Ling felt that the temperature had dropped a lot, and a layer of light gray cold mist was floating on the ground.

After walking for a distance, the surrounding cold and yin winds became more and more violent, making a "woo woo" sound, like the sound of ghosts crying.

What made Zhang Ling feel strange was that these yin winds were actually blowing upwards from the ground, originating from underground.

He suddenly thought of a book he had seen in the Haoyuan Sect's library, which recorded that the spiritual power of heaven and earth was divided into yin and yang, and some yin and evil energy would form in some special places.

This kind of place, which is not exposed to sunlight all year round, gathers the color of yin and evil. Could it be a yin and evil cave.

While Zhang Ling was thinking, Wei Shen in front suddenly stopped.

"There is a terrestrial fiend yin vein here." Wei Shen said this sentence and walked forward again.

Zhang Ling's heart stirred, there was actually a yin vein.

The so-called yin vein is also a kind of spiritual vein, but the gathered spiritual power of heaven and earth belongs to the power of yin and cold, and they are all places of yin and evil. Only cultivators who practice yin and cold attributes and some demonic cultivators will pay attention to this kind of place.

It seems that this is his destination.

Zhang Ling released his divine sense to explore forward, and saw that a ground fault suddenly appeared a few feet away from the two of them.

Woo woo woo! The sound of the wind came from below.

His divine sense only extended seventy or eighty feet below before being eroded by a cold wind, forcing him to stop exploring.

"We're here."

Wei Shen patted his storage bag and took out two items, a small fire-red bead and a black jade bottle.

"This is a Warm Yang Jade, which can resist the cold wind underground. As long as you use the Spirit Condensation Technique I taught you to obtain the White Bone Yin Fire from this yin and cold earth vein, I will not treat you unfairly."

"I'll give you one day. If you can't find the White Bone Yin Fire, don't blame your teacher for urging the Soul-Eating Insect."

"Yes, this disciple will definitely not let you down."

Zhang Ling took the two items. The small bead was not big, but it was also a top-grade magic weapon. The bottle was exactly the same as the white long-necked jade bottle that this person had taken away before, except that it was jet black and was also a special magic weapon.

Taking out the White Jade Flying Boat, Zhang Ling struck it with a spiritual power.

The boat turned into a ten-foot-long flying boat, and then with a wave of his hand, a red mask was emitted from the Warm Yang Jade, enveloping him.

Zhang Ling controlled the flying boat into the fault below, leaving Wei Shen standing motionless in place, looking ahead.

Before long, he sank a hundred feet, and he could no longer see a trace of light, it was pitch black.

He could only hear the endless howling of the wind around him.