Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 839 - 58 I Have a Dream [Two-in-One]_2

Chapter 839: Chapter 58 I Have a Dream [Two-in-One]_2

"Ah..." Lin Chuan furrowed his brows, "This is rather tricky to deal with. The Mountain Protection Array of Penglai’s Lower Sect is far stricter than that of the Upper Sect; without a pass token, an attack will be triggered immediately."

After all, the Lower Sect had fewer strong cultivators and an abundance of spirit plants, so it was definitely more heavily guarded against thieves.

Xue Pu continued, "The two of us do have pass tokens, but we’re on duty with the Law Enforcement Team. Many people above the Three Islands recognize us, and it might draw attention, making it inconvenient to search for items."

"What if we used your pass tokens to enter?" Chu Liang asked, "Would that pose any risks?"

In any case, a Penglai disciple’s pass token was really just a piece of the array’s secret key and wasn’t named after anyone in particular—it didn’t matter who used it.

"Eh?" Lin Chuan blinked, then said, "That could work, but..."

Xue Pu went on, "You’d better blacken your faces."

...

The Penglai Three Islands were vast, together exceeding the area of an entire one of the Nine States. The spiritual energy was also exceedingly dense, and once upon a time, a spirit plant could be found every few dozen steps. For a long stretch of time, the native inhabitants of the islands had lived within such a fairyland.

However, the cultivators among the natives lacked a systematic approach to cultivation. Even with plentiful resources, there were very few who could breakthrough Heaven’s Gate. As the people from the Nine States gradually arrived, these natives ultimately lost their dominant position on the Three Islands and became part of Penglai’s Lower Sect.

The number of people in Penglai’s Lower Sect was massive, they resided separately on the three Immortal Islands, and were responsible for the daily cultivation and safeguarding of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures. The growth of a single spirit plant could take decades or centuries, and without care, only one in ten would reach maturity.

But once these treasures matured, they had nothing to do with the Lower Sect people anymore—the Law Enforcement Team would harvest them, either for the use of Upper Sect disciples or for sale by the Sect itself.

If a spirit plant under the Lower Sect people’s care withered or declined, they would suffer severe punishment; if they dared to harvest the plants secretly, it meant death.

Whether they had nurtured them with great care for a hundred years or not, it made no difference to them.

Their only chance for turning around their fate was to be born as cultivators with excellent innate talent. If they were seen as prospects, they would be selected to join the Upper Sect and could leapfrog into becoming Upper Sect Disciples.

Otherwise, they had to continue every day under the scorching sun of the Eastern Sea, moving among the many spirit plants, taking diligent care of them but never allowed to use them.

After thousands of years, the skin color of the Lower Sect people was generally dark, a testament to the hardships they faced.

And having been reminded, Chu Liang and Xu Ziyang used spells to disguise their faces pitch black before they carried Lin Chuan and Xue Pu’s pass tokens to set foot on Fanghu Island.

The island was covered with vast forests and mountains, with Lower Sect people often seen tending to the spirit plants on the mountaintops; no one paid any attention to the two of them. They glided along gently with the wind, following the vibration of the copper talisman, until they arrived outside a wooden pavilion deep within Fanghu Immortal Island.

There were two figures inside the pavilion, so they paused on a mountaintop to the side and used their Divine Sense to probe the movements inside the wooden building.

They could see inside a plain room on the second floor, a little girl with rough skin that was dark but with a pale undertone, about eight or nine years old, lying on a bed.

She was lying there weakly, clutching the hand of a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old beside the bed, saying pitifully, "Brother, I feel like I really might not make it."

"You won’t have any trouble, you won’t!" The boy clasped the little girl’s hand firmly, "I’ve already found out from Grandpa Hu that there is a White Butterfly Summer Grass on Blue Heron Mountain, five hundred miles away, that has matured. Once made into a pill, it can heal your injuries. I’ll go and pick it, and then you’ll be alright."

"Don’t go!" The little girl immediately widened her eyes in horror, clutching the boy’s hand tightly, "Brother, don’t go! You will die! I would rather die myself than have you go."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be fine," the boy seemed to have already made up his mind, gently removed the little girl’s hand, and then resolutely turned to leave.

"Brother—" The little girl called out in panic, but she couldn’t get up and could only flail her hands helplessly, soon unable to hear the boy’s footsteps anymore.

Her eyes were full of worry as she held a worn copper talisman against her chest. That was the only heirloom her mother had left her before she passed away.

For some reason, the half piece of copper talisman had been vibrating all day long, as unstable as her own heart.

Lost in her chaotic thoughts, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.

"Brother, have you come back?" the little girl immediately exclaimed with joy.

Of course, a round trip journey of five hundred miles couldn’t be completed so quickly; she thought her brother must have changed his mind and this thought made her smile instantly.

But her smile suddenly turned to dread. Viewing two strange men entering the room, her body curled up in fear, and she asked, "Who are you?"

"We’ve come to heal you," Chu Liang said with a smile, but with his face now pitch black, the usual harmless expression lost its effect.

Indeed, the smile seemed rather ominous.

But it didn’t matter; he had other ways to bridge the gap.

Chu Liang turned over his hand, and in his left palm, he held a white, mutton-fat jade-like spirit plant. As soon as it was taken out, the fragrance filled the room immediately.

"This is a White Jade Scented Fruit, and it can also heal your injuries," he said slowly. "We’re here to bring this to you."

While observing from outside, they already noticed that the little girl was clearly at the First Realm of Body Refinement with an unstable foundation and insufficient vital energy, and had attempted to forcibly enter the Second Stage of Qi Condensation. This caused her true blood to deplete midway, leading her meridians to flow in the opposite direction and her muscles and bones to lose their ability. If left unchecked, she wasn’t expected to live long.