Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

"Xiao Yunqing, you can do it!" Hua Niang looked at Zhang Yunqing and asked, "Where did you meet the mysterious immortal?"

"I'm in..." Zhang Yunqing thought for a moment, "Shangyang City!"

"Sister Hua, what are you looking for them for? Maybe I have something you need?"

Hua Niang poured herself a cup of peach blossom wine and handed it to Wu Lingyun, "It's still this sickly person. He was seriously injured. I tried every method to cure him but couldn't. I heard that the mysterious immortal had a potion that could bring the dead back to life, so I thought of looking for him, but I couldn't find anyone. I could only buy some wine like yours from others, but it didn't work very well."

Zhang Yunqing turned his head and locked onto Wu Lingyun: 1360/1360/.

It seems that the wine that Hua Niang mentioned as having little effect should be the wine that increases the blood volume limit.

She took out a pot of tea from the package and said, "Brother Wu, I bought this pot of tea from the mysterious immortal. It has a very good healing effect. It was originally used to heal my master, but it was not used up. Would you like to try it?"

Wu Lingyun was half-believing and half-doubting, so he poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhang Yunqing put his hands behind his back and quietly used the [Miraculous Hands] to bring back the dead.

Miraculous healing: Level 13.

[Health increased by 5222 points]

Wu Lingyun was surprised, closed his eyes and activated his spiritual power, "The effect is so good."

Hua Niang looked at Wu Lingyun and frowned, "Another drink."

Wu Lingyun poured another glass and drank it all.

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"Huh!" He breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his fists in disbelief. "All the injuries in my body have healed!"

Hua Niang laughed and looked at Zhang Yunqing, "Little Yunqing, I owe you this time. If you have any questions in the future, just let me know."

Zhang Yunqing suddenly tightened her mouth and looked at Hua Niang in surprise, not knowing how to respond for a moment. After all, Wu Lingyun was her senior brother from the same school. Did she owe him... or not?

She glanced at Wu Lingyun, then at Hua Niang, and asked awkwardly, "You...are together?"

"Puff!" Lan Xiangzi spat out a mouthful of sake.

"Can you please stop? If you can't drink it, put it down. You're wasting things!" Hua Niang frowned and scolded him.

Lan Xiangzi wiped his mouth in grievance, looking at Hua Niang who dared to be angry but could not say anything, and finally said to Zhang Yunqing, "What do you know as a little girl? Don't talk nonsense, you hear me!"

Zhang Yunqing pursed his lips, as if he understood something.

Hua Niang glanced at Wu Lingyun and said calmly, "This man promised to repay me for saving him and his fellow disciples. He is now my servant. His current identity is first my servant, and secondly your senior brother."

Wu Lingyun blinked slightly, then nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yunqing smiled and drank a cup of tea in silence.

Just after finishing the meal, Lan Xiangzi and others took her to tour most of Lingyao City.

Drinking tea, tasting wine, listening to music and having fun, it is so pleasant.

"Burp!" Lan Xiangzi drank the wine Zhang Yunqing gave him until he was full, "Junior Sister Yunqing, your wine is really good."

"Have you ever heard the drum music of our demon tribe?" he asked with a smile.

Zhang Yunqing's eyes lit up, and he pointed at a group of cats in front of him who were singing loudly while playing small drums, and asked, "That kind?"

"I have no clothes, so I will share my robes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and daggers, and share the same hatred with you."

The drum beats loudly and the melody is long and leisurely.

Hua Niang also laughed and pointed at Lan Xiangzi and said, "This boy is good at singing drum music. Let him sing a piece for you."

"What's so difficult about that?" Lan Xiangzi handed the wine pot to Zhang Yunqing, picked up a small drum and hung it around his waist, beating it and singing.

"I have no clothes, so I will share the same clothes with you. When the king raises an army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, and work with you."

"It's the Third Prince!" The surrounding spirit monsters greeted with a smile.

Lan Xiangzi laughed and simply turned into a nine-tailed fox. He staggered onto the roof of the music hall, lay on the tiles, sang drum music with his eyes narrowed.

"I have no clothes, so I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons and go with you..."

"Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you..." The cat below was also stepping on the drum and singing along with Lan Xiangzi loudly.

Then, those around who could play drums also joined in.

The little fox was lying on the roof, drunkenly singing the most chic drum tune, shaking his head, and the spirits and demons below were singing in harmony, one layer after another.

Zhang Yunqing couldn't help but smile brightly as he stood among the lively group of spirit monsters, and his toes couldn't help but beat the rhythm to the drums.

The atmosphere here is free from the seriousness and constraints of personalities in the immortal cultivation sects, as if everyone is exceptionally free and easy.

Even the smoke from the restaurant next door seemed particularly indifferent.

Hua Niang looked at the little fox on the roof with a smile, and Wu Lingyun looked at Hua Niang.

Then, Hua Niang suddenly turned around and looked at Wu Lingyun, "How about it, my Lingyao City is not worse than your Yunlan Mountain Realm, right?"

Wu Lingyun looked away and commented impartially, "It is indeed unique."

Hua Niang stood with her hands behind her back and laughed.

In the end, Lan Xiangzi fell asleep drunk on the roof and was carried back by the servants.

Zhang Yunqing followed Hua Niang to her house and got familiar with the route.

As expected, yet unexpectedly, Hua Niang's mansion actually looked even more noble than the mansion of Lan Xiangzi, the third prince.

A light blue barrier protected the entire mansion, shining brightly.

"Sister Hua, I haven't asked about your identity yet. Your mansion looks more luxurious than that of your third prince." Zhang Yunqing couldn't help but shook his head.

"The mansion has nothing to do with identity. I am just an idler. I just lived longer and saved more."

Zhang Yunqing sighed, forget it, everyone has secrets, no need to dig into them.

"Since you have lived for so long, you must be very knowledgeable. I have a few things I would like to ask you."

After Zhang Yunqing finished speaking, he took out a simple stone.

It was the piece that the Spirit Demon Clan gave her, and the panel asked her to "have a taste".

Hua Niang frowned when she saw this thing. She took the stone and examined it carefully with her spiritual power.

After a few breaths, she looked at Zhang Yunqing seriously, "Why do you have this thing in your hand?"

"I saved a small tribe of spirit monsters on the way, and they gave it to me. What's wrong with that? Is this thing very unusual?"

Hua Niang looked at her and said calmly, "This thing is a punishment from the gods. It's probably a piece of demon bone from a spirit demon."

Divine punishment? This was the second time she had heard this word.

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

"We demons are born with demon bones, and our demon bones are naturally strong and weak."

"But over the long years, there are always a few monsters that are born extremely strong. Monsters that are too strong will be punished by God the moment they are born."

"The divine punishment is too strong. Even if someone sets up a formation to intercept it, it is basically impossible to protect it."

"In the history of the demon race, there have been five recorded divine punishments, but only one person survived them."