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

Time flies, and five years have passed in a flash.

Zhang Ling, dressed in black robes, stood at the entrance of the nameless valley, looking around at the valley where he had lived for several years.

Then, he tightened his clothes and headed towards the distance without hesitation.

In these few years, his cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and the spiritual power in his body was no longer comparable to what it was before.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and his body floated like a swallow to a place several feet away.

With a few flashes, he reached a place dozens of feet away.

Watching the plants and trees beside him recede, he felt an inexplicable sense of exhilaration from this rapid flight across the ground.

At this moment, he was using the Wind Control Technique, a spell he had mastered two years ago after breaking through to the fourth level.

The Wind Control Technique continuously consumes spiritual power, but unlike the agility techniques of lightness skills, it does not consume physical strength.

As long as there is spiritual power, one can maintain this state.

For cultivators, this spell is most suitable for traveling.

With his current spiritual power, he can continuously use the Wind Control Technique for five or six hours.

In these years, he had been cultivating in the valley.

This time he was leaving for good, he was going to find the real world of cultivation.

After several years of cultivation, he had reached the sixth level, but perhaps because he had taken too many pills, the Nourishing Essence Pill and Jade Marrow Pill no longer had any effect on him.

Only the Yellow Dragon Pill could still increase his cultivation, but he had been at the sixth level for a year, and the spiritual power in his body was increasing slowly, as if he had encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation.

This was the main reason why he wanted to leave this place.

As for how to find it, he would follow Li Changfeng's experience and go to Jing Province to try his luck.

After all, he had already embarked on the path of cultivation and would eventually come into contact with other cultivators.

......

Half a year later, beside a street in the Southern City of Jing Province, Zhang Ling sat at a roadside teahouse drinking cool tea, while staring at a sheepskin map on the table, his brow furrowed.

He arrived in Jing Province a month ago and traveled through several towns, but he could not find any trace of cultivators.

But it was not without any gains.

The residents here had more or less heard rumors about cultivators.

It is said that some people had even seen cultivators with their own eyes.

Combining these places where cultivators had appeared, Zhang Ling went south all the way and finally arrived at this Southern City.

Although Southern City is not big, it is the place where the most traces of cultivators have appeared.

There are no more towns further ahead.

Zhang Ling planned to inquire in this city for a while.

If there was no news, he would have to look for them in the uninhabited mountains and forests.

After all, there has long been a legend in Jing Province that there is a fairy city "Falling Star City" built by cultivators deep in the mountains and forests.

"Look quickly."

Suddenly, the flow of people on the street increased, and many people shouted at the sky.

Some people even knelt on the ground, looking pious.

"That is a celestial being flying."

Zhang Ling's expression changed, and he quickly rushed out of the teahouse to look at the sky.

He saw two long rainbows in the distant sky, one green and one yellow, heading towards the south.

"That is, flying with swords"

This is a cultivator's method.

Staring intently at the two flying figures, Zhang Ling came back to his senses only after they disappeared into the horizon.

Then, he quickly ran in that direction.

Two days later, in a dense forest, Zhang Ling was depressed and lost.

The surroundings were full of trees of various sizes, and this forest was very strange.

He had been wandering around here for several hours and had now lost his way.

Calculating the time, it was only afternoon, but the surroundings were filled with fog.

These mists were very strange and dim.

These mists could affect his five senses, and even the range that his mysterious perception could explore was greatly reduced.

This kind of sixth sense-like perception could also slowly become stronger in a few years of cultivation.

With his strength at the sixth level, his perception could extend to a range of more than twenty feet, but it was suppressed by a small half here, and he could only perceive eleven or twelve feet away.

The sky gradually darkened, making it even more difficult to identify the direction.

Zhang Ling chose a leeward hillside and used his spiritual power to open a large hole in the nearby rocks and crawled in.

The space in the earthen cave was as large as three feet in diameter, and then he used his spiritual power to shrink the opening of the cave, leaving only a ventilation hole.

Then, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

He cultivated the earth attribute technique, and it was not difficult to change the soil and stone structure within a certain range.

Zhang Ling planned to spend the night in the earthen cave and find a way out at dawn.

The night wind was cold, and the moon and stars were sparse.

The first half of the night was silent outside, without any sound.

Zhang Ling also concentrated on meditating and cultivating in the earthen cave.

Until the second half of the night, a strange rustling sound suddenly came from outside.

Zhang Ling quickly stopped his cultivation and came to the entrance of the cave to look outside.

Then, he saw two figures in the mist, running quickly forward.

These two people had faint spiritual light on their bodies, they were actually cultivators.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, followed by a bright light that dispelled the nearby fog.

This was an attack with a spell, and then he heard a sound of metal clashing.

Zhang Ling hesitated slightly, patted the storage bag in his arms, and took out two items.

A white jade token and a broken short sword, these were two magical artifacts.

Although one of them was broken.

But he only had these two magical artifacts in his hand, so he could only act according to the circumstances.

He wanted to follow up and see the situation of the two cultivators.

He came here to find cultivators.

Although it was a bit dangerous, this was his closest opportunity to approach cultivators.

Holding the two magical artifacts, Zhang Ling crawled out of the earthen cave and followed in the direction the two had left.

The sound ahead gradually faded away, and the surroundings were again filled with mist, but the two were chasing and fleeing, fighting all the way, and following the traces would not lose them.

......

In the rustling sound of breaking wind, several pillars of fire crashed into an iron shield, flames splattering everywhere, and the iron shield was also knocked back spinning.

Behind the iron shield was an old man with a white beard, his face pale.

"Boy, do you really want to fight to the death?"

"Old man, you took something you shouldn't have taken.

As long as you hand it over, this master will naturally let you go."

"Hmph, do you think I'm a fool?

If you were other cultivators, I might consider it, but can I trust the words of you evil cultivators who specialize in hunting down rogue cultivators?"

"Hehe, old thing, you've lived to a ripe old age in vain.

In the world of cultivators, the weak are prey to the strong, and strength is the only truth.

Today is your death date."

The two people confronting each other were only one old and one young.

The old man was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a long sword, and in front of him was a black iron leaf shield.

The young cultivator was a young cultivator with messy hair, a hooked nose, and a wide mouth with square ears, giving people a sinister feeling.

This person was holding a red treasure pearl in his hand, which formed three pillars of fire in front of him, constantly attacking the old man.

Zhang Ling hid not far away and saw this scene, using his spiritual eye technique to look at the two.

The two were indeed cultivators.

The old man had the strength of the seventh level of Qi Refining, while the young man had the aura of the eighth level.

It seemed that the two were fighting evenly matched, but the old man was sweating profusely.

If it weren't for the shield magic weapon for defense, he would have been defeated long ago.

Listening to the conversation between the two just now.

It seems that they were fighting for something.

The young man was still an evil cultivator.

"Evil cultivator"

Hearing these two words, Zhang Ling's heart skipped a beat.

The cultivator's notes recorded that they were a group of merciless cultivators who often robbed other cultivators of their wealth.

Seeing the two looking like they were fighting to the death, and one of them was an evil cultivator, Zhang Ling had the intention of retreating.

But he decided to observe the situation first.