Chu Jun turned around and pointed to a small lake not far away.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically.
"Oh no! She must have gone to the snowy mountains to pick three-colored snow lotuses. Where can I find a god-king-level beast?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Chu army and several people in the rear also changed. They knew that the snow mountain was the only passage connecting to the outside world, and halfway up the snow mountain, there grew a magical medicine, which was the three-color snow lotus.
A magical medicine that can cure all kinds of poisons, which matures once every 30,000 years. Although it is a good thing, none of them have touched it, because there is not only a three-colored snow lotus growing there, but also an extremely powerful and ferocious beast.
Hearing the old man say that his sister went to the snow mountain, Chu Jun was so furious that he raised his hand and a huge Fang Tian Huaji came out.
"Let's go!"
"Don't tell this to anyone else."
He turned around and shouted at the people behind him, then rode his mount through the void, the painting flashed, and disappeared into the void in an instant.
…
It took them a full week to return, but when they came back, all three of them were injured to varying degrees, especially Chu Jun, who still had undried blood stains on half of his body.
During this period, Feng Qingyang woke up three times, but this time he unfortunately did not drink the water that would cause severe pain in his joints, so the toxins in his body gradually increased.
His lips and his entire face turned dark purple. According to the old man, once it turned black, even the King of Gods or even the Lord of Gods would be powerless to save it.
Fortunately, they came back and returned to the thatched hut when Feng Qingyang's expression had not yet completely changed. The old man looked a little tired. He took the three-colored snow lotus from the girl's hand, moved his fingers, and a cluster of flames came out. In an instant, he poured the lotus into the bowl on the table.
The clear water that had disappeared also reappeared, but this time there was a three-colored snow lotus, which gave the clear water a hint of hazy color rising from the air.
"Help him up." The old man said. Chu Jun came over impatiently and helped Feng Qingyang up from the bed. He said, "For such a person, you ran to the snowy mountains to pick three-color snow lotus. Do you want to die?"
"How would I know the beasts there were so powerful? But now I'm back, so what's there to say?" The girl knew she was in the wrong, so she pinched the hem of her clothes and said aggrievedly.
"Yes, I am back, but you almost made my grandfather and I unable to come back." Chu Jun was still in shock, thinking of how powerful the companion beast was, which had almost reached the peak of the God King and was only one step away from breaking through to the God Sovereign.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, her silly sister actually ran to pick tricolor snow lotus, and for a stranger.
Thinking of this, Chu Jun felt particularly unhappy. Looking at Feng Qingyang, whose complexion gradually returned to normal after drinking the water, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he said, "If this person wakes up, send him away, otherwise it will break our rules."
When the girl heard this, she immediately became anxious. She came over and took Chu Jun's hand, saying pitifully, "No, he has no cultivation when he wakes up. He is also a mortal. If we send him out, he will probably be eaten by some cats and dogs before he even leaves the mountain."
"You still know that he is just a mortal?"
Chu Jun became even more unhappy. He put Feng Qingyang heavily on the bed. He left the hut angrily and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.
"Grandpa, look at him, what a temper he has." The girl walked up to the old man and pulled his hand, shaking it.
The old man sighed helplessly, "Ignore him. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. He doesn't understand. Grandpa doesn't blame you. I just want to tell you that next time before you make a decision, remember to discuss it with us. Don't be so impulsive like this time. Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, who will I cry to? Your parents entrusted your brother and sister to me so that I could take good care of you."
"Okay, I get it. You've told me this countless times, from childhood to adulthood. Besides, I'm not a child anymore." The girl said with a smile, and her original grievance turned into happiness in an instant.
"Will he be okay?"
"I don't know. The three-colored snow lotus can suppress the poison, but he still has to rely on himself to recover his cultivation. But now his life is saved." The old man stood up and walked out of the thatched cottage. Just as he was about to step out of the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the girl and said, "Xiao Xi, keep your distance from him and don't develop any feelings for him."
He said this meaningfully, and then left.
Lingxi's heart panicked at first, but then she smiled again. Some things are just meant to be left to nature, and if you try to suppress them, maybe something bad will arise.
…
Three days later, Feng Qingyang woke up, completely awake. Wearing coarse linen clothes, he walked out of the hut for the first time, looking at the outside world, breathing the fresh air. The drowsiness in his head disappeared in an instant and turned into spirit.
His realm was still there, but his cultivation had disappeared. His body was exhausted and the nine-layered immortal palace in his dantian had lost its vitality and turned into the dry and dull appearance of a stone.
Although his cultivation level is no longer there, his body recovers quite quickly. Even if he has lost his magic power, he will not be eaten by kittens and puppies as soon as he walks out of the mountains as Lingxi said.
At least, he now has enough strength to protect himself, and once his body fully recovers, he will still be able to defeat the gods.
However, not being able to recover his cultivation meant that he could not break through. Although he was a little anxious, it seemed good enough for him now that he could wake up, live again, and stand on the ground to look at the world.
You have to take one step at a time instead of thinking about running before you learn to walk.
"senior."
Feng Qingyang walked with a still somewhat stiff step past the crowd watching him and came to the old man. He was sitting by the lake fishing with a focused expression, as if he heard Feng Qingyang's words with a frown on his brows.
And Feng Qingyang, when he didn't get a reply, just stood there. One was standing, one was sitting, one was fishing, and the other was watching him fishing.
Just like that, half a day passed, and just as dusk was approaching, the old man stretched and stood up from the stone. The basket next to him was still empty. He had been fishing for the entire afternoon but had not caught any fish.
"How do you feel?"
Turning around and looking at Feng Qingyang, the old man asked with a smile.
"It's okay. I can sleep and eat, but I can't practice." What Feng Qingyang said was true. He was in this situation now.
"Your cultivation depends only on yourself. If you understand, you will recover and even reach a higher level. If you cannot understand, your life will stop here. I think you should understand this even if I don't say it."