Chapter 53: The Parasol Tree and the Begging Bird Seeking Red Tickets

  Feng Ge's anger made these young talents realize that their previous behavior was so unbecoming, and they were shocked.

  "Damn it, almost blinded my soul, this external temptation is too powerful!"

  "Yes, once I'm immersed in external things and can't extricate myself, my spiritual realm will absolutely collapse, the consequences are too dreadful to contemplate."

  They were all young people who could be called geniuses, Feng Ge was just a wake-up call, and they naturally found the problem, one by one with unsightly faces, hurriedly displaying their skills, calming down, starting to calm their minds, and wiping away the stains on their souls.

  After a moment, the young people of the Feng family all became spirited and their eyes shone with clear light, obviously their minds were very strong and they could quickly suppress the absurd thoughts in their hearts and regain clarity.

  "Alright, now we can go find the Phoenix Nest!"

  With a single cry of the phoenix song, they began to head towards the depths of the small thousand worlds of Phoenix Valley.

  Wang Gan had already made a fortune, and he was still selecting the most valuable treasures to collect.

  As for Feng Ge and his group's whereabouts, with his soul power, he can completely grasp it clearly.

  "Phoenix Nest? Could it be where the Undying Grass is located?"

  Wang Gan's heart stirred and he accelerated his Earth Escape technique even more. He wanted to get ahead of these people and grasp the Undying Grass in his hand.

  Moreover, he wasn't completely free from worries in his heart. This Feng Clan was obviously a hidden family, and their strength shouldn't be underestimated. No one knew how many powerful forces were hiding within such a family.

  In a word, this force is unfathomable and has infinite potential.

  Wang Gan would still be very willing to avoid a direct confrontation with Feng Ge, after all, for cultivators, everything is for the sake of benefits and immortality, being able to avoid making irreconcilable enemies is always a good thing.

  So Wang Gan had an idea in his heart. If he could take the lead, there would be no need to make things complicated, and this matter would surely be resolved perfectly.

  Divine springs, flying waterfalls, jade flowers, and jade grass. The deeper one enters the Phoenix Valley, the thicker the spiritual energy becomes. The ancient and desolate landscape is even more apparent.

  Wang Qian began to notice that in Phoenix Valley, there were surprisingly few beasts, mostly flying birds, and the species were strange and extraordinary, with a majestic aura.

  Whoosh!

  A golden phantom flashed over his head, and a fierce gust of wind blew down, causing Wang Qian's hair to fly up.

  This is a golden eagle, with shiny golden feathers all over its body. From afar, it seems like a cluster of golden flames flying in the air, magnificent and dreamy.

  Wang Gan did not dare to be careless, and at a glance, he saw that this golden eagle's claws were sharp and powerful, like iron hooks cast in gold, capable of cutting through metal and jade with ease. It was clearly a formidable demon bird, its aura comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stages of foundation building.

  It's really terrifying, an ordinary flying bird in the depths of Phoenix Valley is so powerful, it can be seen that this place is not so simple.

  "It seems that this undying grass isn't so easy to get after all. What if I were to run into a demon in the Realm of Gods? What would I do then? How am I supposed to handle this situation? Should I sneakily pluck the undying grass and make off with it, or rely on my zombie body's mysterious earth escape technique to snatch the divine grass and then flee?"

  He carefully reined in his own aura while thinking to himself about how he could get his hands on the Undying Grass next.

  The Phoenix Valley was indeed vast, and Wang Qian spent half a day walking on the ground, sometimes hiding in the earth, before entering the depths of this small world.

  Hiss!

  Wang Qian gazed into the distance, took a deep breath of cool air, and his heart was still reeling in shock.

  A single tree pierced the sky, bursting forth with resplendent divine halo light, illuminating a hundred miles around, all of which was a world of seven colors.

  Ancient Wutong wood, also known as incense wood, is the sacred tree where the phoenix nests, and it is now displayed in front of Wang Qian.

  Tall and towering, the trees are so tall that their canopies cannot be seen at a glance, as if they have pierced into another space-time, deep in the misty clouds, white fog swirling around, blocking the line of sight. He couldn't see the treetops at all, only the straight tree trunks stretching across the sky and earth, like a heavenly pillar supporting the heavens.

  In the place where the ancient wutong tree stood, all sounds ceased, birds and beasts disappeared, and in the serene and beautiful scene, a faint eerie aura floated.

  The soul in the boundary of Wang Qianyuan's fetal realm felt a palpitation, with a sense of terrible crisis. This crisis came from nowhere and seemed to be surrounded by layers of danger from all sides, making him feel extremely uneasy and oppressed.

  "What's going on? Could it be that there really is a phoenix here?"

  A preposterous idea rose in his mind: that there were still phoenixes existing in the Phoenix Valley.

  He shook his head soon, driving the thought away, because it was impossible. The Undying Phoenix had disappeared in the Tianyuan Continent for a long time, and from Feng Ge's group of people, Wang Qian also understood that this was just a small world opened up by the Undying Phoenix back then, and the divine bird Phoenix had disappeared for endless years.

  He didn't dare to be slightly careless, Wang Gan's mind was completely focused, feeling the void around him, his body made the best defensive and offensive posture, once there was a change, he could react in the shortest time. This is the experience that Wang Gan has honed through battles over the past period of time.

  Finally approaching the ancient wutong tree, its golden trunk emitted a faint glow, and a refreshing, mysterious fragrance wafted through the air.

  Whoosh!

  A piercing air-tearing sound came, Wang Qian was shocked in his heart, raised his head to look, and his mouth grew bigger.

  A large bird resembling a red-crowned crane, flying from afar in the high sky, with only one leg, its entire plumage covered with blue and red half-moon shapes, its beak white as sheep fat jade, with a faint glow flowing.

  This bird is divine, extraordinary and powerful. Wang Jian carefully observed it for a moment, his mind trembling with excitement, he almost shouted out loud.

  "Bifang, this is the ominous bird Bifang. Legend has it that Bifang is a relative of the phoenix and also a symbol of fire disaster, the god of fire, and the god of wood, a fierce bird."

  Wang Qian was screaming in his heart, but his feet couldn't move no matter what. He felt a fierce and ancient power suppressing his body, making it extremely difficult to take even one step.

  Anxious in his heart, he never thought that it was just a search for the undying grass. How could a Bi Fang bird appear in front of him? This is a fierce bird, even if a phoenix appeared in front of Wang Qian, it would be better than this Bi Fang bird.

  He couldn't help but smile wryly, feeling that this time he had indeed failed to divine a good omen before leaving the house, and it was an unlucky year after all. What a pity about those spiritual herbs and precious medicines.

  The bird, with its head held high, looked like a victorious general, one leg tapping out a mysterious rhythm, not only without any awkwardness, but instead giving off an extremely smooth and flowing air, leaving Wang Qian staring in amazement.

  This bee didn't turn out as cruel and violent as Wang Qian had imagined, but instead was elegant like a princess, walking towards him step by step.

  "This, this... Is it going to eat me? Doesn't it feed on fire?"

  Wang Gan cursed the author of "Jin Qiu Yi Shou Lu" in his heart, wasn't this misleading? The book recorded that the fierce bird Bi Fang eats fire, but the Bi Fang in front of Wang Gan didn't look like a Bi Fang at all, it looked more like a fox.

  Its eyes were clear and shining with wisdom, but now they were full of jest, looking at Wang Gan as if he was a plaything.