Eternal Tranquility

The last straight road in Ghost Crying Valley is only six or seven miles long, but it is extremely difficult to walk because there is no cover.

Yan Hua and Lele leaned against the mountain wall on one side to use their strength. Every step they took made a banging sound, and the ground jumped twice with the huge force. Each step was extremely difficult, and it took a long time to prepare for the next step.

Compared to the two of them, Liu Qinghuan, who was floating around next to him, looked very relaxed, wandering east and west with the wind, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. But in fact, Liu Qinghuan is only more difficult than the two of them.

Others could use their strength, but Liu Qinghuan could only rely on the Pingxu Wind Control Technique to spin and move in the strong wind. He has entered a mysterious realm, everything around him no longer exists, and there are only endless threads representing the wind in front of him.

Unknowingly, a few hours passed quietly, and the exit of the canyon finally appeared ahead.

Liu Qinghuan broke away from the mysterious realm and looked into the distance. He could already see a vast sea with huge waves.

That is the Howling Sea outside Tainan Land.

The three people's spirits were shaken. They were obviously exhausted, but because they saw hope, a new force was born in their bodies.

But they didn't dare to relax, because just because they walked out of the Ghostly Crying Valley, it didn't mean they could rest. They still had to walk a while against the wind to reach their final destination.

The silent Sea of ​​Howling Wind becomes lively every eight hundred and ten years, with countless monks flocking here just to find an opportunity of their own.

On the edge of the Howling Sea, countless places for monks to rest have naturally been established. There is such a place next to Ghost Crying Valley, which belongs to Tianmo Island, and there are two monks guarding the door.

No one had come for a long time, and the two of them were bored watching, so they squatted in the corner and bragged. One boasted about how many monks he had killed, while the other talked about how many women he had slept with: "...I can't hold those big breasts with both hands. Grandma's, I'll eat them in one bite. Not to mention how satisfying it is."

The two of them laughed obscenely, and one of them looked at the dark outside and said, "It's getting dark. With this damn weather, there probably won't be many people here."

"Yes, the wind is about to be at its strongest, and probably no one will come back in the next few days. I wanted to make some money when I took this task, but if I had known this would happen, I might as well go back to the cave and sleep!"

Just as he was talking, he saw three people walking slowly outside. In the front was a silly-looking male cultivator of seventeen or eighteen years old, followed by a thin boy and an even thinner figure.

The monk who likes women's eyes lit up when he saw a woman, but found out that she was a little girl: "Hey, she looks pretty good, but her hair is not all long, so it's boring."

"Stop talking nonsense, business is coming. Open the protective array quickly."

The two jumped up from the ground, opened a hole in the protective array, let the three people in, and immediately closed the protective array. The wind outside was so strong that in just a moment, the two of them were blown away.

The three people who had just entered the battle were even more miserable. Their faces were all pale and they were lying there breathing heavily.

The monk guarding the door said impatiently: "Hey, have you breathed enough? Everyone has to pay a thousand spiritual stones to enter the camp. Are you going in?"

The three people looked at each other and handed over the spirit stones.

The monk guarding the gate weighed the storage bag in his hand: Hehe, these country bumpkins are easy to make money. In fact, foundation-building monks only need to pay five hundred spirit stones to enter the camp.

He suppressed the joy in his heart, took out three blank jade slips, and asked the boy with the Chinese character face first.

"Name?"

"Yan Hua."

"Sect?"

The boy scratched his head: "Rogue cultivator."

"Cultivation?"

"Later stage of foundation building."

"Okay, this is your temporary identity slip in our Tianmo Island camp. You can freely enter and exit the camp from now on."

The monk threw the jade slip of identity to Yan Hua and looked at the thin young man: "It's your turn, what's your name?"

The young man said calmly: "Yun Qing."

"Is there any sect?"

"Rogue cultivator."

"Cultivation?"

"Middle stage of foundation building."

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After registering the three people, the monk waved to the three of them: "Okay, you can go in. After entering, turn right. There is our Tianmo Island Foreign Affairs Office. You can rent the cave."

The three of them didn't say much, and they were almost rested at this time, so they walked into the cave entrance on the mountain wall.

These three people are naturally Yan Hua, Lele and Liu Qinghuan.

After Liu Qinghuan learned that the camp here was set up by Tianmo Island, he used the transformation technique to change the appearance and even the name.

He was not from Sao Feng Continent, and Qu Laogui and others knew him on Tianmo Island. To avoid future trouble, he simply did not show his true appearance.

Liu Qinghuan secretly looked at the camp in the mountain, walked through a passage, and when they turned, a huge stone hall appeared in front of them.

"Hehe, it's so lively." Lele opened her eyes wide in surprise.

The stone hall is very huge, with several standing stone pillars supporting a high dome. Rows of shops were carved into the mountain walls on both sides, offering everything a monk could use. Every once in a while, there is a passage deep into the mountain.

In the empty hall, there are still many monks setting up stalls on the ground. There is an endless stream of monks coming and going, the sounds of bargaining, laughter and talking are noisy and prosperous.

The three people walked around among the various stalls. The prices here were obviously more than 30% higher than the normal price.

"Want to rent a cave?" the young monk sitting behind a table asked enthusiastically.

Liu Qinghuan looked up and saw that they had accidentally visited the Foreign Affairs Office of the Demon Island, so he walked over and asked, "How much do you charge for a cave?"

The other party immediately took out a large map and said, "You can choose. The red ones have been rented out, and you can choose any green ones. According to the size of the cave, the eight-hole cave with a spirit beast room, herb garden, alchemy room, etc. is 1,000 spirit stones, the five-hole cave is 800, and the three-hole cave is 500."

Liu Qinghuan frowned secretly: The Demon Island is really ruthless in exploiting casual cultivators. He looked at the crisscrossing passages on the map and asked casually, "Is this fee for one month?"

The young cultivator smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, this is half a year's fee, so you can live here until the day when the Tainan Grand Test begins."

But the Tainan Grand Test is only two or three months away at most.

Liu Qinghuan was too lazy to ask questions about spiritual energy. The Xiaofeng Continent is short of spiritual energy, and this kind of place is probably just a temporary residence, and there is no possibility of spiritual veins at all.

He chose a five-hole cave and paid the spirit stone. The young monk gave him a jade token to open the protective magic circle, and then turned to Lele and Yan Hua enthusiastically: "Two Taoist friends, what kind do you want to rent?"

Lele rolled his eyes: "We will leave in two days, we don't want to rent!"

The three left the Foreign Affairs Office of Tianmo Island, and were too lazy to go shopping, so they walked towards the cave rented by Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan asked: "Are you really going? The wind outside is about to reach its strongest time now."

Yan Hua said naively: "It's okay, I have to get used to it anyway. I have received the communication talisman from the master, asking us to rush to him, and he sent the eldest brother to pick us up halfway."

"I don't want to go..." Lele was obviously unhappy: "Liu... uh, what's your fake name, oh never mind. Liu Qinghuan, will you take me in?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said: "I dare not. If your father comes to settle accounts with me, how can I afford it."

The three soon arrived at the cave, which was empty and had nothing at all.

"This Demon Island is so blatantly evil and shameless!" Lele cursed.