Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 92 – On Cang Mountain

While Lu Ping was carefully making his way towards the Pavilion of Smithery, he suddenly heard the sound of air whistling behind him. He looked back and saw a cultivator flying in the sky. The cultivator eyed Lu Ping as if looking at a fool and overtook him in the blink of an eye. He too was heading towards the summit of Cang Mountain.

Lu Ping shook his head helplessly. Looking at the cultivator’s clothes, he should be from a new sect that had only risen in the last few hundred years. No wonder he didn’t know that flying was forbidden in Fei Ling Island.

Back when Fei Ling Island was first opened, more than a quarter of the 200 cultivators ended up killed by the forbidden array formation after flying in the air.

Sure enough, after the cultivator flew a mile ahead of him, Lu Ping suddenly heard a loud cry. He looked up and saw the cultivator falling to the ground in several pieces.

Lu Ping continued to move forward at a moderate pace, carefully scanning his surroundings with his double-layered divine sense.

Some time later, he finally reached the place where the cultivator fell, and he found that the area was fluctuating greatly. Clearly, a part of the remnant forbidden array formation was connected to the airspace above.

Lu Ping couldn’t help mourning for the unlucky cultivator, who didn’t even notice such an obvious danger. Perhaps the cultivator couldn’t even use his divine sense on time to learn what took his life.

Lu Ping carefully looked around to make sure the area was free of any other dangers before he collected the unlucky cultivator’s interspatial pouch.

In the interspatial pouch were 3,000 spirit stones, a bottle of cultivation medicinal pellets, and two mid-grade mystic instruments. He also found some freshly harvested 100-year spirit herbs, and two wooden boxes that each contained a single 500-year spirit herb.

Lu Ping felt that the unlucky cultivator had been fortunate enough before he died. He was actually able to find two Blood Condensation spirit herbs in the periphery of the island. However, his negligence and carelessness ultimately led to his demise. He clearly didn’t know much about Fei Ling Island.

Lu Ping continued to move towards his destination. On his way, he suddenly smiled and took out his spirit pet pouch. From the pouch, a small, dog-sized mouse rolled in front of Lu Ping’s feet. The spirit beast was round and fat like a meatball.

Dabao’s eyes were still filled with confusion as it looked around puzzlingly. It clearly hadn’t figured out its situation yet.

Lu Ping probed with his divine sense—Dabao had really reached the Fourth Layer Blood Refining Realm. This would obviously be very helpful to Lu Ping’s exploration on the island. He fed Dabao one of the Blood Purification Pellets he’d concocted and instructed it to look around, but not too far away from him.

The common Spirit Seeking Mouse was only sensitive to the traces of spiritual energy on the earth surface. But since Dabao had already reached the Fourth Layer, Lu Ping couldn’t help wonder

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