CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 201: FAIRY MURONG, IF THERE’S NOTHING ELSE, I’LL LEAVE FIRST_2

But I don’t want to expose my terrifying regenerative ability just yet.

"Alright."

Murong Fenghua didn’t make things difficult for Wen Zhixing and simply raised her hand to point.

A flicker of spiritual light blossomed, landing on part of Wen Zhixing’s arm.

HISS!

A foul-smelling wisp of green smoke rose.

Wen Zhixing clenched his teeth against the pain, feeling the unknown force within his arm being purged.

Soon, the green smoke dispersed.

Part of Wen Zhixing’s arm had already lost its flesh and blood; some tissue had turned a shriveled, black-brown color, clearly devoid of vitality.

But at least the injury was no longer worsening.

"Take this, and don’t go meddling with that thing again."

Murong Fenghua casually tossed over a bottle of elixirs, then continued, "Follow me."

[Rebirth Pill for Severed Limbs]: Purple Quality. This elixir is a sacred medicine for healing; it has miraculous effects on treating external injuries and can even make severed limbs regrow, making it exceptionally precious.

[Can consume 10,000 Fortune Points to upgrade to Golden Quality.]

"Thank you, Fairy Murong."

Wen Zhixing accepted the elixir and gave a slight bow with his hands clasped.

There were three whole Rebirth Pills for Severed Limbs within the jade bottle; Murong Fenghua was quite generous indeed.

For a regular cultivator, such an elixir would truly be a life-saving medicine.

Although Wen Zhixing had no need to take this pill, he still took one to avoid arousing suspicion.

The elixir melted the moment it touched his tongue, instantly transforming into a stream of pure energy that coursed through his body.

It then flowed along his meridians and reached the injured arm.

At the injury site, the previously lifeless flesh began to regain vitality.

Blood surged wildly, forming a protective film over the wound, followed by the regeneration of new flesh.

At this rate of recovery, my injuries should heal within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This efficacy... although it doesn’t match my Longevity Body, it’s not bad.

Wen Zhixing felt somewhat astonished.

He had just forcibly suppressed his body’s natural healing instinct.

The efficacy of this elixir was stronger than he had expected.

Wen Zhixing had no time to ponder further; seeing Murong Fenghua moving forward, he hastily followed.

Now that my escape route is cut off, I might as well honestly accompany Murong Fenghua.

However, one thing was certain: Murong Fenghua bore no ill will toward him.

"Fairy Murong, what place is this Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, and how far is it from the Wonderous Palace?" Wen Zhixing quickly caught up to Murong Fenghua and, with a hopeful expression, continued to ask.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Upon hearing his question, Murong Fenghua didn’t give a direct answer. Her expression was calm, showing no sign of impatience.

The next moment, two slender white hands reached out.

The hands moved quickly, forming seals and emitting rays of golden light that fell into the grey mist ahead.

The grey mist suddenly began to churn.

WHIZ!

A beam of light burst forth from it.

Soon after, a pleasure boat appeared, slowly making its way toward them from the other side of the river.

From a distance, the pleasure boat seemed unmanned, its hull dilapidated, resembling a ghost ship.

The grey mist on the surface of the river roiled, but it couldn’t touch the pleasure boat.

Moments later, the pleasure boat docked, and the black fog seemed to be dispersed by an unseen force, even causing the sky to clear.

"Let’s go."

Murong Fenghua half-turned her head and, after a moment’s thought, grasped Wen Zhixing’s other hand.

The two of them leaped up and landed on the deck of the pleasure boat.

BUZZ!

As soon as he boarded the pleasure boat, Wen Zhixing felt a wave of oppressive sensation engulf him.

This was the immense pressure from the boundless black fog.

"Don’t worry, it’s like this the first time; you’ll get used to it after a few trips."

Murong Fenghua gave him a quick glance, and a surge of gentle force entered his body. Then she quietly released Wen Zhixing’s wrist.

"Thank you, Fairy Murong."

Wen Zhixing took a deep breath and clasped his hands in gratitude; he felt much better.

The pleasure boat set off again, slowly returning in the direction it had come.

Murong Fenghua did not enter the cabin; instead, she stood in place, slightly lost in thought.

Wen Zhixing glanced at the preoccupied Murong Fenghua and decided to stay where he was.

Unfortunately, it was completely dark, so even if he wanted to admire the scenery, there was none to see.

He did not activate his Fairy Eyes.

It’s better for me to keep a low profile for now.

Have I boarded some kind of nefarious ship? The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land is certainly not a righteous power. But that’s not really a problem; after all, I’ve never considered myself a good person.

Wen Zhixing silently frowned.

After a while, the pleasure boat reached the opposite shore amid the swirling grey fog.

"We’ve arrived."

Murong Fenghua quickly regained her composure and led Wen Zhixing off the boat.

It was quite strange.

Upon reaching the other side, all the grey fog vanished without a trace.

The mountains before them still soared into the clouds but no longer exuded that eerie quality.

It was as if a grey curtain had been lifted, revealing pavilions, cascading waterfalls, and peculiar rock formations all at once.

The true face of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was finally revealed.

Before them, a winding mountain path appeared, leading to the summit where layers of majestic palaces stood.

At the entrance of the mountain path stood a stone stele inscribed with: Flying is prohibited in this area.

"The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land is one of the strongest sacred grounds within the Da Zhou Dynasty, covering a vast area, built against the mountains, and backed by the Heaven Mountain Range."

Perhaps because she was in a good mood, Murong Fenghua began to introduce the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land to Wen Zhixing.

"Are we still within the Da Zhou Dynasty?"

Wen Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief internally. If so, then we probably haven’t traveled too far. No matter what, we’re still within one dynasty.

Currently, Wen Zhixing clearly had no concept of how vast the Da Zhou Dynasty’s territory was. This was no ancient dynasty from Blue Star; its sheer expanse was beyond imagination.

"Fairy Murong, in which specific territory is the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land located?" Wen Zhixing thought for a moment and then asked.

"Zhongzhou."

Murong Fenghua did not conceal anything further. After all, Wen Zhixing would find out sooner or later.

The Da Zhou Dynasty comprised nine provinces in total. Zhongzhou was its central region, teeming with countless powerful cultivators. The Wonderous Palace, in contrast, was situated in the most remote Youzhou, a place so barren of resources and experts it could almost be considered a land of exile.

Subsequently, Murong Fenghua began to describe the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land in detail.

"The Hundred Tribulations Holy Land doesn’t differentiate between righteous and demonic paths; it accepts all who are willing to learn. It’s a true sanctuary for cultivation. Many powerful individuals from noble families across Zhongzhou have emerged from here. Of course, entering the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land for cultivation isn’t easy. Those with average aptitude have almost no chance of getting in..."

Murong Fenghua’s eyes filled with a nostalgic gleam. So many years had passed. She wondered how the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land had developed in the interim.

Wen Zhixing listened intently, as much of this information was new to him.

"Let’s go."

After this brief explanation, Murong Fenghua fell silent. She lightly tapped her foot on the ground and flew directly toward the mountain peak.

"Um... Fairy Murong, didn’t it say we have to walk up?" Wen Zhixing glanced at the stele beside the mountain path and couldn’t help but ask.

"Why walk when you can fly?" Murong Fenghua looked back, her eyes slightly puzzled.

"Oh." Wen Zhixing paused for a moment, then also flew up. Murong Fenghua’s status must be quite special. In that case, I don’t need to be so strict about the rules either.

True enough, they encountered no obstacles or anyone else along the way and quickly reached the mountaintop.

"Who dares to be so bold!"

Just then, seemingly because their arrival had triggered some alarm, a thunderous shout erupted from nearby.

A figure sped toward them.

"This is a no-fly zone! You have violated the prohibition without cause! Follow me to receive your punishment!" The approaching person had a stern face, and his bellowing voice was chilling.

SLAP!

Murong Fenghua, however, simply raised her hand and struck him.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the figure, seemingly caught off guard, was sent flying backward until he vanished from sight.

He had approached with great aggression but was struck down before he could even see who his assailant was.

"Let’s go."

Murong Fenghua didn’t spare the man a second glance and casually strolled off into the distance.

Wen Zhixing looked around and saw that at the palace complex ahead, quite a few people had noticed them.

Everyone wore expressions of shock, apparently not expecting Murong Fenghua to actually attack someone.