Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Time flies, and another three months have passed in the small space.

On this day, Wu Fan was still lying on the ground motionless as usual.

But at this moment, a white shadow suddenly flew out of the spirit beast bag on his waist, and Ling'er's figure appeared in a flash of light.

"Hehe, Master, now that my injuries have recovered a bit, I can lift the restriction for you."

While Ling'er was speaking, she had already arrived at Wu Fan's side. Without waiting for his reply, she waved her paw and the rope broke. Then she placed her little paw on his Dantian.

"Haha, great. Now that my spirit has returned to its original state, I'm just waiting for you to lift the restriction for me."

Wu Fan felt excited. After speaking, he released his spiritual consciousness and sank into his body, and began to look inside.

"Wait a moment, Master, it will be fine in a moment."

A white light suddenly lit up on Ling'er's claws, and spiritual power penetrated into his body bit by bit.

At this time, the dantian in Wu Fan's body was covered by a layer of black mist. When the spiritual power rushed into the body, it directly enveloped the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, a magical scene appeared. The layer of black fog suddenly shook, and then quickly dissipated. After a while, the layer of black fog completely disappeared.

"Hehe, Master, the restriction has been broken."

Ling'er retracted her snow-white claws and gave a sweet smile.

"Yes, thank you very much. By the way, Ling'er, do you still have any healing pills? If so, feed me one. My storage bag was taken away, and the pills are all there, waiting for me to recover. After a while, we can start refining the elixir, and by then, we can recover faster."

Wu Fan was in a very good mood at this time and spoke much more relaxedly.

"Of course, Ling'er will feed it to the master right now!"

After Ling'er finished speaking, he quickly took out a pill and fed it to Wu Fan, while also taking one himself.

Then the man and the beast began to recover from their injuries.

In this way, half a year passed in the small space without even realizing it.

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It has been a year since Wu Fan entered the small space, and more than a month has passed since the outside world.

On this day, a white light suddenly lit up in the cell outside, and then a figure appeared.

Wu Fan glanced around and felt relieved when he saw no one here. Then he used the "Tiangui Qi Condensation Technique" to block his own breath, then he raised his legs and walked out.

After half a year of healing, Wu Fan has basically recovered from his injuries, and Ling'er has also recovered. Of course, the reason why he can recover so quickly is because he has refined a lot of healing elixirs.

Wu Fan carefully hid his aura because he didn't know how many monks there were on this island, let alone whether there were any monks above the middle stage of the Golden Core.

So he planned to investigate first. If there was no danger, he would retrieve the storage bag first, and then learn about the situation in this sea area to see if he could find a way to return to Xia Kingdom.

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At the same time, in the cave hall, the dark-faced old man was sitting on a chair drinking tea, looking quite leisurely.

More than a month has passed, and he has put Wu Fan's matter behind him.

This person who suddenly fell from the sky suddenly disappeared, as if it was an illusion. It didn't change much in his life. The only thing he had to do was to lose those materials. Now I just hope that the envoy will come back after a while, because he really has no spiritual stones.

At this time, below, the middle-aged man and the young man were standing respectfully.

The two of them had also heard about that incident before. They were frightened and a little depressed because the master took out his anger on them.

"Hmph! Have the tributes been collected now?"

The black-faced old man put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the two of them and snorted coldly.

The two people below couldn't help but tremble when they heard this. The middle-aged man took a step forward, bowed and clasped his fists in fear:

"Master, Master, the tributes haven't been collected yet, no, but it's almost done."

"Bang" the old man slammed the table when he heard this, and said in a cold voice with a gloomy face:

"What are you doing for food? Didn't you say that you can raise enough money in two months? The time is coming soon. I think the envoy will be here in the next few days. How do you want me to tell him?"

"You also know what kind of virtue the superior envoy is. He doesn't care about the reason why you can't pay taxes. Even if it's just a penny or a tael, he will use it as an excuse and he will definitely blackmail me."

"Hmph! I put it this way. If you don't raise enough taxes before the envoy comes, I will not let you off lightly."

As soon as the black-faced old man finished speaking, the faces of the two people below turned pale, and their bodies began to tremble. They felt extremely wronged.

At the same time, I also thought bitterly in my heart: More than a month ago, you, the old guy, said you would come forward to solve the matter. Just because after that person disappeared, your temperament changed drastically, and you vented your anger on It's not our responsibility to raise enough taxes, so what's the use of forcing us. You chose "Black Cow Island" yourself, but now you're blaming everything on us. It's really unreasonable.

Of course, the two of them dared not express their anger and could only curse in their hearts.

"Why are you still standing here? Get out of here."

When the old man saw the two of them standing here stupidly, he felt even more angry.

"Yes, Master, let's get out of here."

When the two heard this, they felt relieved and a look of relief flashed in their eyes. They bowed quickly and walked out quickly.

After watching the two leave, the old man snorted again, reached out to take the teacup and took a sip, his eyes flickered for a while, then he sighed and said to himself:

"Wait for the envoy to come and see what he says. If it doesn't work, give him the spiritual weapon I bought before. Otherwise, it will be bad if the "Xingsha Palace" takes back this Black Bull Island. If I didn't know when he would come, I would have sold those materials long ago, otherwise I wouldn't have resorted to this desperate measure."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up and walked into a stone door.

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At the same time, in the sky above "Black Bull Island", Wu Fan was standing on a flying sword and looking down.

Now that the storage bag has been robbed, the Cloud and Mist Boat can't be used, but fortunately he has left some spiritual weapons that are not often used in the small space before.

However, some powerful spiritual weapons and magic weapons are in the storage bag, such as the Tortoise Shell Shield, the Heaven Shaking Hammer, the Shining Dagger, the Green Ghost Sword, and so on.

After he walked out of the cell, he asked Ling'er to take him underground and leave the mountain. In order to understand the situation first, he first came to the sky.

This "Black Bull Island" is not large, with a radius of only about 30 miles, and outside the island is an endless sea.

When Wu Fan saw this scene, he was shocked and speechless. He had lived for so many years, but he had never seen such a scene.

Staring at the boundless ocean, Wu Fan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which could be said to be both open and sad.

However, Wu Fan could be sure that he had indeed left the continent where he lived before. As for where he was, it was unknown, but he knew without thinking that he was extremely far away from Xia Country.