Wu Yu crossed his arms and asked, "Tell me, what's so strange about this white fog? Why did that idiot from the Murong family just say that no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can't create any waves?"
How could the low-level warrior dare to hide anything? He quickly replied, "Please spare my life, Senior. I will tell you everything."
"I don't know what kind of formation is in the white mist, but no matter how high the cultivation level of a person is, once they enter the white mist, their spiritual power will be lost very quickly. Furthermore, any method of controlling spiritual power will be useless. Even a warrior in the Nascent Soul stage will become an ordinary person without any cultivation level."
"Spiritual power will be lost quickly?" Wu Yu touched his chin and frowned, "Do you know what happened to the people who went in?"
The warrior shook his head, a look of fear on his face, "We walked for a while and found that the road ahead was vast and the spiritual energy in our bodies was losing a lot, so we fled in fear. Two of my companions didn't believe in evil and went in anyway, but... the natal jade tablet they left with me was broken."
If the natal jade token is broken, it means that the warrior has died.
The warrior wiped the sweat off his head and said in a trembling voice, "After I came out of the white fog, it took me two hours to recover my spiritual power. During this period, my strength was less than 50% of my usual strength. There were also many warriors outside the white fog who wanted to take advantage of me. I almost died in their hands. If I hadn't handed over a few treasures, I would have died long ago."
Wu Yu also frowned and looked at Nangong Yu and He Xi.
Can the white mist absorb all spiritual power? This is indeed a bit tricky. Not to mention whether the medicine garden in the white mist is full of dangers, or there are warriors who have entered and ambushed, just say that after coming out of the medicine garden, the spiritual power in the body is completely lost, which is like a fish at the mercy of others, and there is no ability to resist at all.
Wu Yu looked at the few Jindan-stage warriors who were looking at them angrily but no longer dared to act rashly, and said, "So you are staying here now, hoping that when someone comes out, you can take advantage of the situation to rob them? Doesn't the Murong family control this place? Will they allow you to fish in troubled waters here?"
The low-level warrior shuddered and lowered his head, saying, "What the Murong family wants are some rare spiritual plants in the medicine garden. In particular, they seem to be looking for a seventh-grade spiritual herb called Huanxin Grass. They will search through everyone who comes out of the white mist, and then leave behind those that the Murong family doesn't like, and then it will be our turn to divide them up."
Wu Yu had nothing more to ask, so he waved his hand to let the warrior go back, and turned to face Nangong Yu, "Master, it is too risky to enter the white fog. Why don't Qinglong and I go into the medicine garden, and you and Master Xi wait outside?"
"No!" He Xi rejected it on the spot, "You don't know anything about herbs, and you don't know how to preserve and transplant them. I must go into the herb garden. You all wait outside."
Are you kidding! Her space is the best place to transplant herbs. If there are precious spiritual plants in it, of course it must be put into the space as soon as possible to ensure its survival. If she doesn't go in, the loss will be too great.
Nangong Yu's face darkened immediately after hearing this: "Xi'er, just give up. I said I would never let you leave me. Not to mention, it's impossible for me to let you go to such a dangerous place alone!" (To be continued)