The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 229 - 146: Checkpoint

Chapter 229: Chapter 146: Checkpoint

Other cultivators and demons extract spiritual power from the Spiritual Tea, just like streams, rivers, lakes, and seas are replenished by rainwater. Naturally, the stronger the cultivation, the less assistance the Spiritual Tea can provide. However, what everyone values at this time is its effect in expelling Heart Demons. As for the spiritual power contained within the tea, it is something to be absorbed slowly. Everyone knows that the cultivation of Dao and immortality is a matter of eternally grinding work. The spiritual power in the tea, for cultivators and demons alike, is originally as silent as dew moisturizing things, but after being enhanced tenfold by the soil, it becomes quite considerable.

Yet, Ning Xiaoxian didn’t feel anything too special. Judging from the effects of drinking it all night...there were basically no effects. She still has a Mortal Body, at most feeling a faint warmth spreading throughout her body after drinking a cup of the tea, followed by a refreshing clarity and a lightness in her body, much more comfortable than eating Dream Millet. She has not yet cultivated her own Dao foundation within her body, like a dried-up desert unable to retain water, this "rainwater" flows into her body, takes a tour around, and then quickly disappears into nothingness, mostly wasted.

Even so, Changtian has set a rule that she must drink Spiritual Tea every day. Spiritual Tea is different from Spirit Rice. The latter can only be eaten three times a day, with maybe one more night snack at most, and the spiritual power gained is limited. As for tea, as long as you love to drink it, you can drink as much as you want in a day. Changtian’s idea is to not only let her body quickly adapt to the existence of spiritual power but also to develop an affinity for spiritual power, so that when Ning Xiaoxian is able to cultivate, her speed in increasing cultivation will greatly improve.

Moreover, the continual supply of spiritual power can also accelerate the process of tempering her body, allowing her to step into the door of cultivation earlier. You see, she has yet to complete the last part of the Guiding Technique. Once it is completed, every time spiritual power circulates through the meridians in her body, she will be able to retain a small portion of it. Even though the amount is minuscule, over a long period, it will become substantial.

At this time, the Spiritual Tea has just appeared. Even if the big shots from other Immortal Sects drink this tea, their utilization rate of spiritual power could be hundreds or thousands of times more efficient than hers, yet this thing is currently in short supply—an instance consumed, an instance gone. There’s no one else in the world who can drink this superb tea, which has ten times the spiritual power, like water and let their useless body waste ninety-nine percent of it like her. If this matter were to spread, who knows how many would lament the dark loss of such Bright Pearls due to the tea.

However, she doesn’t even consider this, and Changtian doesn’t care about it, so the arrangement was made.

When she saw the pass at the border of Feng Province and Leizhou from afar, she couldn’t help but curse the setup of this checkpoint for being incredibly devious. The pass is situated in a valley, with towering mountains on both sides. Without the abilities of cultivators, no one can climb over these mountains; ordinary people without wings can only obediently use the passageway in between.

According to Wen Liangyu’s narration, the legend goes that in ancient times, the valley where the pass was located was cleaved out by a great power with a single sword strike, forcibly cutting through the entire mountain. This place used to be several large human settlements, surrounded by mountains and rivers, very prosperous. But that sword strike severed the Earth Vein, turning it into a barren wilderness, gradually unfit for human habitation. Although he is the son of the Yan City Lord, he has never traveled so far from home, knowing these legends only from books. However, Ning Xiaoxian looked at the mountains on both sides and indeed found them to be as if hewn by axe and chiseled by sword, and couldn’t help but be silently amazed.

Such legends, of course, are best consulted with an Ancient Great Power. However, the professional, Changtian, glanced at the mountain forms on both sides through the Demon Eye and scoffed: "They are naturally formed. Mortals just attribute them to legends."

By her estimate, the peaks on both sides were at least two hundred feet high. If they were formed by an Immortal’s single sword strike, how profound would that person’s cultivation need to be? But Changtian shook his head and said, "If it were in ancient times, such capability would be nothing. When two mighty forces clash, they can cause rivers to flow backward, mountains to crumble completely, and living beings within thousands of miles to die."

What kind of world-shaking and sensational battles would those be? She and Wen Liangyu, hearing this, were filled with longing and admiration.

"It has been just over thirty thousand years since ancient times. If this valley were cleaved from the mountains by force, the sharp Sword Intent left by that person would still linger here to this day, causing living beings to perish. Look at the vegetation on these mountains; it’s still very lush." She looked up and indeed it was so, and there were even houses built near the pass. If this place caused living beings to perish, humans living here would soon weaken and die. Who then would dare to settle here?