Balala the Magic Fairy

On that day, Yan Lili was in the Grand View Garden, cultivating herself, her mind immersed in the Conferred God List, and she suddenly felt a mysterious force resonating with it. The golden light on the list was shining, reflecting her face, as if there were endless immortal music lingering in her ears. She knew that this was an opportunity, so she concentrated her mind and let the force lead her.

Just at this moment, the figure of the old immortal appeared again, holding an emerald green bamboo staff with a jade pendant on the top of the staff gently swaying, with a smile on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Senior." Yan Lili bowed respectfully.

The old immortal nodded slightly, his eyes deep as the abyss: "Lili, you have resonated with the Conferred God List today, which shows that your cultivation has made progress."

Yan Lili said softly: "Thank you for your guidance, Senior. Today I have once again experienced the struggle between the Chu Clan and the Man Clan, and I have gained a lot."

The old immortal stroked his long beard, with a glimmer of approval in his eyes: "Oh? What do you think?"

Yan Lili pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "When I heard your words in the past, I only felt that the struggles in the world were vain. Now that I think about it again, I realize that there is infinite meaning in it. Although the struggle between the Chu clan and the Man clan started in a small place, it reflects the greed and ignorance of human hearts. People who practice immortality should be detached, understand worldly affairs, and not be disturbed by external things."

The old immortal nodded, his eyes showing satisfaction: "It is not easy for you to have such an understanding. The way of cultivating immortals is a spiritual sharpening. Only when the mind is as calm as still water can one understand the truth of heaven and earth."

Yan Lili bowed her head slightly, and said firmly: "The younger generation will keep this in mind and practice diligently to make their mind as clear as a mirror, untainted by dust and dirt."

The old immortal smiled slightly, waved the bamboo stick in his hand lightly, and a soft light surrounded Yan Lili: "Since you have such determination, I will help you again. This light can help you stabilize your mind, and your future practice will be smoother."

Yan Lili felt the warm power and was filled with gratitude: "Thank you for your generous gift, senior. I will definitely live up to your expectations."

The figure of the old immortal gradually blurred, turned into a wisp of breeze, and dissipated in the garden. Yan Lili stood there, looking at the place where the old immortal disappeared, her heart full of gratitude. She took a deep breath, turned around and continued to practice in the garden. Her figure looked particularly beautiful in the morning light, like a green lotus bud waiting to bloom.

Since that day's discussion with the old immortal, Yan Lili's understanding of the List of the Gods has reached a higher level. She found that whenever her mind was calm and she stopped forcing herself to ask for it, the secrets of the List of the Gods would naturally appear before her. From then on, she didn't need to work hard to open the list. As long as she thought about it, the mysterious list would unfold before her eyes like flowing water.

One day, Yan Lili was practicing in a quiet corner of the Grand View Garden. She gently stroked the jade pendant in her hand, feeling the spiritual energy contained in it. The sunlight shone through the treetops and sprinkled on her body, forming mottled light and shadows. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and silently recited the practice formula in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a warm current gushing out from the jade pendant, flowing along the meridians, and finally converging in the dantian. Yan Lili was delighted, knowing that this was the power of the Conferred God List resonating with the spiritual energy in her body.

She slowly opened her eyes, and saw the Conferred God List slowly unfolding in the air, glittering with golden light. The names on the list seemed alive, flashing with mysterious light. Yan Lili stretched out her jade finger and gently touched the names on the list. Each name seemed to be telling her an ancient legend.

She knew very well that behind these names were legendary journeys of cultivating immortals, and they were symbols of the strongest power in the world. Yan Lili was filled with awe, and she knew that what she held in her hand was not only a magical instrument, but also a key to a higher realm of cultivating immortals.

She whispered softly, "Investiture of the Gods, Investiture of the Gods, how many secrets do you hide, waiting for me to explore?" There was a hint of expectation and determination in her voice.

That day, Yan Lili stood alone beside the Qinfang Pavilion, gazing at the spring scenery in the garden, but her heart was in turmoil. She knew that her life was extraordinary, but she could not remember her past. After discussing Taoism with the old immortal that day, she had a glimmer of enlightenment in her heart. Perhaps, only by leaving the Grand View Garden could she find her past.

"Lili, what are you thinking about here?" Zhen Huan walked over lightly and saw Yan Lili was thinking about something, so she asked softly.

Yan Lili turned around and saw that it was Zhen Huan, so she smiled and said, "Sister Huan, I was thinking, maybe I should leave here and pursue my past."

Zhen Huan frowned slightly when she heard this, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Lili, you and I have a deep sisterly love. If you leave, how can we let go? Besides, the road to becoming an immortal is long. How can I feel at ease when you are away alone?"

Yan Lili sighed softly, her eyes firm: "Sister Huan, I know you care about me, but my heart tells me that only by leaving can I find my true self. The secret of the Investiture of the Gods may also be hidden in that unknown journey."

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Zhen Huan stopped trying to dissuade her and said softly, "Since that's the case, I won't force you to stay. But you have to promise me that no matter when, if you encounter difficulties, Grand View Garden will always be your home."

Yan Lili's eyes welled up with tears, and she bowed deeply: "Sister, your kindness will never be forgotten."

The next day, Yan Lili packed her bags and prepared to leave. When the sisters heard about it, they all came to see her off. Shen Meizhuang held her hand, reluctant to let her go: "Lili, you have a long journey ahead, please take care."

Ye Lanyi also stepped forward and handed her a jade talisman: "This talisman can keep you safe for a while. If you encounter danger, you can crush it and we will be able to sense it."

Yan Lili took the jade talisman and said gratefully: "Thank you, sisters. Lili will live up to your expectations."

Yinzhen stood in the distance, watching this scene, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He knew that all immortals had their own destiny, and Lily's choice was also her destiny. He walked forward and handed Lily a jade pendant: "This jade pendant is something I carry with me. If you carry it, it may help you."

Yan Lili took the jade pendant and bowed deeply: "Thank you, sir."

Everything was ready, Yan Lili turned around and walked towards the gate of Grand View Garden. Her steps were firm and slow, and every step seemed to step on the tip of everyone's heart. When her figure finally disappeared outside the door, everyone withdrew their gazes, their hearts filled with reluctance.

Yan Lili bid farewell to the Grand View Garden and embarked on a journey of seeking truth alone. She followed the winding ancient road, crossed countless mountains and rivers, and after several months, she finally arrived in Shandong.

Shandong has been a land of spiritual beauty since ancient times, with many blessed mountains and mountains, especially Mount Tai. The top of Mount Tai is always surrounded by clouds and mist, and is full of spiritual energy. It is the holy land of cultivation that cultivators dream of. However, this place is also the focus of many cultivators' competition for spiritual medicine.

One day, Yan Lili walked to the foot of Mount Tai and saw that the mountain was steep, ancient trees were towering, exotic flowers and plants were everywhere, and magical birds and beasts appeared from time to time. It was indeed an excellent place for practicing.

She was about to climb the mountain, but she saw many immortal cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain, all with solemn expressions, as if waiting for something. Yan Lili's heart moved, and she stepped forward to ask.

"May I ask, fellow Taoists, why are we gathering here?" Yan Lili asked with a bow.

A young monk in a green shirt replied, "My fellow Taoist, you may not know that today is the day when the Taishan magical medicine 'Blue Sky Yellow Spring Grass' matures. This grass blooms once every 500 years and bears fruit once every 500 years. Eating it can increase your lifespan and improve your cultivation, so it attracts many fellow Taoists to come."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lili thought to herself: If this herb really has such miraculous effects, it will surely trigger a fierce competition. Although I have no intention of competing for it, it would be an opportunity for me to take a look at it.

While he was thinking, he heard a whistle from the mountain. The faces of the monks changed, and they all took out their magic weapons and flew up the mountain. Seeing this, Yan Lili also hurriedly performed Qinggong and followed closely.

They came to a valley, where they saw a rich spiritual energy. In the center of the valley there grew a strange little grass, its leaves were like jasper, its stems were like gold, and on the top grew a crystal clear fruit that emitted an alluring aroma.

"Blue Sky Yellow Spring Grass!" someone exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, several figures shot towards the grass like arrows. For a moment, the magic power in the valley fluctuated, and spiritual light shone everywhere. The monks fought fiercely for this spiritual medicine.

Yan Lili stood at the entrance of the valley, but was not in a hurry to attack. She looked around the battlefield, observing everyone's fighting style and magic characteristics. She found that some of these monks were good at swordsmanship, some were proficient in magic, and some were good at using various strange magic tools.

"Lily, you are not allowed to participate in the fight here." A voice sounded in Yan Lili's ears. She turned around and saw that it was the old immortal.

Yan Lili hurriedly saluted and said, "Senior, I am not here to fight for the elixir. I just want to take this opportunity to observe the magic of the various cultivators."

The old immortal nodded slightly: "That's great. It's rare that you have such a heart. However, I'm afraid this fight won't be that simple."

Yan Lili was about to ask, but she saw that the fight in the valley had reached a fever pitch. Several highly skilled cultivators had already broken through the siege and approached the Biluo Huangquan Grass.

At this moment, a sword light descended from the sky and went straight for the Blue Spring Grass. The sword light was so sharp that the grass and trees were cut wherever it passed. Seeing this, all the monks tried to stop it.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the sword light collided with everyone's magic, and a strong spiritual energy fluctuation erupted. The owner of the sword light was a sword cultivator in white clothes. He held a long sword with a cold light, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his momentum was overwhelming.

"This sword cultivator has such strong skills!" Yan Lili was secretly shocked.

The swordsman in white forced everyone back with a sword, and in a flash, he was about to pick the Azure Spring Grass. At this moment, a black shadow rushed out from the depths of the valley, as fast as lightning, and even faster than the swordsman in white.

"Who is it?" The swordsman in white shouted and slashed at the black shadow with his sword.

"Ouch!" The black shadow cried out in pain, and then it shook, revealing its true form, a giant eagle with a pitch-black body. The giant eagle flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, forcing the white-clothed swordsman back.

"How dare you, you evil beast!" The swordsman in white shouted angrily and swung his sword. A huge sword energy slashed towards the giant eagle.

The giant eagle waved its claws, and a black light curtain appeared in front of it, colliding with the sword energy, making a deafening roar.

"This giant eagle has such powerful skills!" Yan Lili was even more surprised.

At this time, several figures appeared in the valley, and their cultivation was not inferior to that of the white-robed sword cultivator. As soon as they appeared, they joined the battle for the Azure Spring Grass.

The battle in the valley became more and more intense, and the spiritual energy fluctuations became stronger and stronger, as if the entire valley was about to be overturned. Yan Lili stood at the entrance of the valley, feeling her mind swaying, and was almost swallowed up by the violent spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Lily, it's not advisable to stay here for long." The old immortal's voice sounded again.

Yan Lili came back to her senses, nodded in response, and was about to leave, but she saw that the Bi Luo Huang Quan grass slowly left the ground and flew out of the valley during the fight between the cultivators.

"Not good!" Yan Lili was shocked. She knew that if she let this magical medicine fly away, it would probably lead to a bigger fight.

Just as she was about to make a move, she saw a golden light descend from the sky, covering the Biluo Huangquan Grass. In the golden light, there was a faint sound of Sanskrit chanting, which made people feel peaceful.

"A Buddhist magic weapon!" Yan Lili's heart moved. She knew that this golden light must have been emitted by a Buddhist monk to suppress the Blue Spring Grass.

The golden light fell, and the Azure Spring Grass was firmly planted on the ground. Seeing this, all the monks stopped and looked towards the source of the golden light.

I saw an old monk with a kind face walking slowly towards me. He was holding a rosary, smiling, and a faint Buddhist light emanating from his body.

"Amitabha, fellow donors, this Yellow Spring Grass is the spiritual root of heaven and earth and should not be touched lightly. I am willing to use Buddhism to suppress this grass, and when it matures again, I will share it with you." The old monk's voice was calm and powerful, making people involuntarily feel respect.

Upon hearing this, the monks looked at each other, and finally nodded in agreement. They knew that if they continued to fight for it, no one would be able to get the spiritual medicine.