Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Gate Chapter 27: Scarlet Flame Fuxi Divine Turtle

  Dew moistens the wood, morning light is faintly bright.

  Zhang Hao stood under an ancient tree, smiling foolishly at himself.

  This flower fell dust girl's one-night stand, it turned out to be such a thing.

  On the Lantern Festival, Hua Lian was forced to marry Liu Zhili, the son of Liu Mingshu, the current prime minister of the Fengshen dynasty. However, everyone in Fengshen City knew that Liu Zhili was an idiot. But Liu Mingshu personally came to propose and even obtained a "Dragon Flame Pill" from the Xianyao Gate, one of the Seven Gates of Cultivation, as a betrothal gift.

  "Dragon Flame Pill!" It was extremely effective against Monk Ke's Golden Elixir breakthrough. Moreover, Liu Mingshu had the power to dominate the imperial court with one hand covering the sky, and he also had the support of the Xianyao Sect, one of the Seven Major Sects of Cultivation. Even if Liu Mingshu only brought a single First-Grade Spirit Stone as a betrothal gift, Monk Ke would not dare refuse him.

  At that time in "Drunken Immortal Building!" Zhang Hao, who was drinking, heard about this matter and walked out of the Drunken Immortal Building. He strolled along the main street, asked for the location of the General's Mansion, relied on his cultivation to sweep away Huā Luò Chén, and left his name, Lù Yào Tiān, a true disciple of the Seventh Gate of Heaven Slashing, in her boudoir.

  Zhang Hao's move caused chaos in Fengshen City.

  Lu Yao Tian of the Zhantian Gate, known as the Northern Madman by the Seven Gates of Cultivation, and a figure on par with Li Mu Bai, the Little Evil God of Wansheng Island, who dares to look for trouble with him.

  Liu Ming's book was so powerful in the Sealed God Dynasty that no one dared to oppose the Execution of Heaven Gate, and had to make every effort to suppress this matter. Soon, the matter subsided.

  But the girl's family was taken away by Zhang Hao for a night, and her reputation had already been lost. It would be difficult to go back, but at that time, Zhang Hao was going to Tianmo Valley and it wasn't convenient to bring Huā Luò Chén along, so he quietly left Huā Luò Chén in Fēng Shén City and told him that if there were any difficulties, he could come to Hóng Chén Jiàn Mén to find himself.

  Huā luò chén zài fēng shén chéng zhōng dāi le bàn gè yuè, biàn hé yī xiē qián wǎng wò lóng lǐng xún zhǎo líng cǎo, kuàng shí de sǎn xiū jié bàn qián wǎng wò lóng lǐng, wèi le bì miǎn bèi rén rèn chū, ér gù yì huà zhuāng chéng nán zǐ mó yàng.

  However, the woman's true identity was discovered by Song Qing Shan, so she fabricated a lie that she was a songstress from Drunken Immortal Pavilion and had a one-night stand with Haoran Sword. She claimed to be looking for Zhang Hao this time.

  That's the whole story.

  Zhang Hao smiled self-deprecatingly.

  Looking at Xiaoyi leaning against an ancient tree, sleeping with a sweet smile, Zhang Hao felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. He remembered reading a passage before, "Whether a person is truly happy or not, it's not about their wealth and the woman by their side, but about the expression on their face when they wake up!"

  Xiaozi is happy, what about him? Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, looking up at the morning mist that filled the deep mountains and old forests.

  The flower has fallen and the dust has settled, Xiao Zi has also woken up.

  Huā luò chén bǐ xiǎo zī xǐng lái de yào zǎo, zhǐ guò tā bàn miàn zhe yǎn jing, yì zhí tōu tōu de guān chá zhe Zhāng Hào, tā gǎn jué Zhāng Hào shēn shàng yǒu xiē hěn míng xiǎn de biàn huà, dàn rú guò jiǎo xǐ de qù shēn yì zhī zhe nà lǐ yǒu suǒ biàn huà.

  Perhaps it was those dark eyes that were even more profound, carrying a hint of inexplicable and faint melancholy, making her heart slightly ache.

  Everyone is ready, let's set off! Zhang Hao turned around and said warmly to the two of them.

  "This dragon beard grass seems to only be on the steep cliffs of the Grand Canyon, with a small stature leading the way."

  Let's go! Jin Chan is going to the Tianyuan Grand Canyon that we passed by last time. Xiao Zhi heard Zhang Hao's words and whispered to Jin Chan.

  Three people and a beast, rushing towards the Tianyuan Grand Canyon in Wulong Ridge.

  An hour later, the three of them arrived at the Grand Canyon of Tianyuan.

  The three of them were at the northern cliff of the canyon, which was a hundred miles wide from north to south. The inside was shrouded in clouds and mist, making it impossible to see what was below or how deep it was.

  Occasionally, the sound of rushing water can be heard gurgling up.

  The Yalong River and the Changlan River on the Tibetan Plateau flow through this gorge, while the Moonlight River flows from a fissure outside the Grand Canyon.

  Xiaozi took out a long rope from the Qiankun bag, looked at the canyon and said warmly: "Shixiong and Huajie are waiting for me here, I'll go down to collect some Lingxu grass!"

  "Let me go!" Zhang Hao said, snatching the long rope from Xiaoyi's hand, one end tied to an ancient tree beside a cliff and the other end tied around his waist.

  Xiaozi wanted to say something else, but was glared back by Zhang Hao's gaze. She exaggeratedly stuck out her tongue and smiled, saying: "Be careful, Brother Shi, I'm waiting for you here with Hua Jie!"

  Uh-huh! Zhang Hao responded with a grunt, pulling and tugging on the rope in his hand several times. The rope seemed to be made from some animal's tendon, extremely elastic and stretchy. Seeing that the rope was fine, he held onto it with one hand and slowly descended downwards.

  On the steep cliff, the mountain wind blows fiercely, cold as ice. The spiritual energy in my body quietly circulates, and I feel slightly more comfortable.

  How can there be such a big temperature difference in just a few meters? I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as I carefully looked around.

  The surrounding clouds and fog obscured the view, with a visibility of only about three feet or so, but this spiritual grass was a spiritual grass formed by the gathering of the essence of plants and trees. By operating the Small Green Wood True Method and using divine consciousness to explore, one could discover the traces of the spiritual grass faster than the eyes.

  A wave of icy coldness spread from the valley below the cliff, stimulating a strange chill in my heart.

  Xiang used his spiritual sense to remind Zhang Hao: "You little brat, this Grand Canyon is strange, you must be careful and prepared! This place is so eerie that even I feel a chill!" Xiang said as he involuntarily furrowed his snow-white eyebrows.

  Zhang Hao listened to Xiang's words and secretly guarded against him, while using his divine sense to explore the surroundings.

  Lingxu grass contains the essence of plants and trees. Since practicing Qingmu True Formula, Zhang Hao's divine consciousness has become extremely sensitive to various spiritual herbs and spiritual woods.

  It slid down dozens of meters further.

  The surrounding cold air was increasingly oppressive, and Zhang Hao carefully manipulated the spiritual energy in his body to defend against the cold air in the canyon.

  About three meters to the left, there were a few stalks of Ling Xu grass growing, and the fragrance of the plants caught Zhang Hao's attention. He finally found it, and his heart was filled with joy.

  Zhang Hao carefully grasped the rope in his hand, kicked both legs and his body flew into the air, swinging to the left.

  A strange pine tree grew out of the gap in the rock on a steep cliff, and several stalks of spiritual whisker grass grew around the roots of the pine tree in the mud.

  The tender green branches and leaves swayed gently, the dense spiritual energy of the grass and trees was emitted from the leaves of the Ling Xu Cao, making the spiritual energy content in the surrounding air much denser.

  There were nine stalks of lingxu grass, presenting a strange shape.

  Zhang Hao took a slight breath and was about to climb up using the branches of the ancient pine tree.

  Be careful! Suddenly shouted a sentence.

  Zhang Hao suddenly lifted his head and looked towards the Ling Xu Cao, only to see that the mud of the Ling Xu Cao was stirring, and a small turtle with a fiery red body crawled out of the mud in an instant.

  Zhang Hao quickly converged his entire body's aura, staring at the small thing that suddenly appeared like a dead object, and asked spiritually: "Xie, what is this thing?"

  Most of the body is bright red like fire, and the turtle shell on its back is divided into nine pieces. Each piece of turtle shell has an extremely irregular shape, seemingly square but also round, actually neither round nor square.

  He spoke with a cautious and careful spirit.

  "It's been a long time... Could it be the Red Flame Fuxi Divine Turtle?!"