Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Ten days later...Qiyun Mountains.

At the foot of the mountain range, Wu Fan looked up at the mountains, "This Qiyun Mountains is more magnificent than the Yandang Mountains. It is said that this Qiyun Mountains is ranked among the top five in the entire Daxia Kingdom. The entire mountain range is thousands of miles in radius. It is said that there are monsters in the depths of the mountains." Wu Fan whispered to himself.

Monsters are different from fierce beasts. Monsters can only be killed by immortals. Mortals are simply powerless to fight them. It is said that some monsters are particularly large, dozens of feet, or even hundreds of feet. The abilities of monsters are also different. Some can fly and hide in the ground, with infinite strength, and some can swallow clouds and spit out mist, can spit fire, can hide in the ground, and can perform various magic.

When Wu Fan heard these words, he was really afraid and yearned to see a monster.

After Wu Fan looked at the mountains again, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and ran straight to the mountains with gritted teeth.

Five days later…

Wu Fan looked at the corpse of a spotted tiger at his feet, wiped the blood off the long sword in his hand, turned around and walked towards the depths of the mountains again.

Wu Fan was relatively peaceful in the first two days after entering the mountain, and he did not encounter many beasts. From the third day, more beasts attacked him. Today was the sixth beast he killed. Some beasts were very powerful, and even he had to go through a fierce battle to kill them, but Wu Fan finally came to the depths.

The sixth day…

"Strange, why haven't I encountered any beasts for a long time?" Wu Fan whispered to himself.

Wu Fan looked forward, he felt something was wrong. In the past half day, he had walked unusually smoothly. After he couldn't think of the result, Wu Fan shook his head and continued to move forward.

Half a day later…

Wu Fan looked forward with a sullen face, because he remembered that he had been here before. Wu Fan remembered clearly that he had rested on that stone.

"What's going on? I've been walking towards the depths, and I've been looking at the sun to identify the direction. Normally, I shouldn't have walked back?" Wu Fan whispered in silence.

Wu Fan was helpless, and he stood up again and walked towards the depths of the mountains.

Half a day passed...

Wu Fan sat on the stone with a bitter face. Yes, Wu Fan walked back again. Wu Fan knew that he was lost. He seemed to have been going in circles. Seeing that it was getting dark, he decided to go again tomorrow.

At noon the next day, Wu Fan was about to collapse. He couldn't go up the mountain now, let alone go back. No matter which way he went, he would eventually return here.

On this day, when the sun was about to set, a ray of light flew from the horizon in the distance. In the ray of light was an old man. The old man was wearing a white Taoist robe. Although he looked about sixty years old, his face was full of red light, and he didn't look old at all. He was flying with a long sword under his feet.

The old man muttered, "The bastards in Yaowang Valley said they would sell me the "Snow Bone Ginseng" for 5,000 spirit stones, but they asked me for another 1,000 spirit stones during the transaction. I am so angry. If I was not in a hurry to use the "Snow Bone Ginseng", I would not have been so angry. Wait, I will get revenge sooner or later."

After the old man finished speaking angrily, he suddenly looked down, "Hey~ Which peak is this disciple from? How could he be trapped in the illusion array? He has already practiced Qi at the fourth level, why doesn't he fly out?" The old man looked at the young man below and whispered to himself.

As the old man spoke, he flew down on the flying sword.

Wu Fan was sitting on the stone with an ugly face. He was trying to figure out how to get out. He remembered that the man in the restaurant said that if you go deep into the mountains, you will get lost, and it will be difficult to get out. At that time, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was all rumors. He didn't expect that this incident really happened to him.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a bright light in the sky in the distance, and that light was flying towards him. Wu Fan's heart tightened, and he opened his eyes wide to look over. He saw that the light stopped ten feet above him, and then he heard a voice.

"Which peak are you from? How did you get trapped here? Where is your flying magic weapon?"

The light gradually dimmed, revealing the figure inside. It was an old man in a white robe, with a long sword under his feet. Wu Fan knew that he had finally seen an immortal.

Seeing that the young man didn't speak, the old man frowned and continued to ask: "Are you a disciple of Qingfeng Sect?"

"Reporting to the immortal master, I am not a disciple of Qingfeng Sect. I am just a mortal. I walked in accidentally and now I can't get out." Wu Fan quickly bowed and clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Mortal? You are already in the fourth level of Qi training period, how can you still be a mortal? Where are you from?" the old man asked again.

"Reporting to the immortal master, I am from Qingzhou and Qingshan City." Wu Fan hurriedly replied respectfully.

Wu Fan was nervous and excited. He was nervous because it was his first time seeing an immortal. It would be strange if he wasn't nervous. He was excited because it was his first time seeing an immortal. He came to Qiyun Mountain Range from afar just to find an immortal.

"Where did you get the technique you practiced?" The old man frowned and asked again.

"Reporting to the immortal master, there is a medicine shop called Huichuntang in Qingshan City. When I was twelve years old, I found this technique in that medicine shop." Wu Fan didn't dare to hide it and could only tell everything.

"Oh~ Since you have no sect, how about this, you follow me back to Qingfeng Sect first, and after the deacon disciple finds out your background, you can join my Qingfeng Sect. I wonder if you are willing?" The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, disciple is willing" Wu Fan was overjoyed and hurriedly replied.

"In that case, then you can follow me." After the old man finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves. Wu Fan felt a flash before his eyes. When he regained consciousness, he found that he was already standing on the old man's flying sword, and then the flying sword broke through the air.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, Wu Fan stood on the flying sword, looking down, and saw that the endless mountains and the towering trees became so small in his eyes. Wu Fan's legs were shaking unconsciously. He had never stood so high before, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

A quarter of an hour later…

The old man said, "Little guy, we've arrived at Qingfeng Sect."

Wu Fan looked around. There was no sect here. In his eyes, the mountains below were just ordinary ones. He thought, "Is this immortal master kidding me?"

Just then, the immortal master stopped the flying sword, and then he flicked his sleeves. A huge transparent light shield appeared in front of him. The light shield was so big that you couldn't see the end at a glance. At this moment, the huge light shield suddenly cracked, and then the old man controlled the flying sword to "whoosh" through it.

After passing through the light shield, another scene appeared in front of Wu Fan. He stared with his eyes wide open, his mouth opened so wide, and his jaw was about to drop. It was so beautiful. Isn't this the blessed land of the immortals? Look at the mountains that soared into the sky, the pavilions that looked like jade buildings, the palaces that looked like purple palaces and golden palaces, and the lake that was as clear as a mirror. Wu Fan looked into the sky again and saw immortals flying on swords in the sky. Some of them flew on white cranes, and some flew on a white cloud. These immortals flew past Wu Fan from time to time, and Wu Fan's eyes were wide open. Is this the immortal world?