Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

“Because this big ship is too big and the distance between the grass ridges is too small for the big ship to pass, we have to change to a small boat to enter the spiritual field.

Yan Zhengping said to Song Wen and Guo Tao.

"Someone, put down the boat."

Two monks from the Yan family who were in the middle stage of qi training pulled out a small boat from the cabin of the big ship.

The boat is about six meters long and one meter wide.

The boat was soon lowered into the water.

Yan Zhengping said, "Get on the boat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four late-stage qi-training monks from the Yan family all flew onto the boat.

The boat, which had limited buoyancy, immediately sank more than a foot, and the water surface was less than a foot away from the side of the boat. It was as if a small wave could allow water to flood into the boat.

Yan Zhengping said, "This small boat can only carry a maximum of five people. Guo Tao and Ji Yin, whoever gets on the boat will go with me to inventory the spiritual herbs. As for the other person, he can only stay on the big boat."

Song Wen looked at Yan Zhengping's performance in a daze. He had thought about it countless times before, how the Yan family could cover up the problems in Lingtian.

Now, he finally understood that the Yan family had no intention of letting him enter the spiritual field area, and only let him watch from a distance.

Although Yan Zhengping said that he would choose between himself and Guo Tao to enter the spiritual field, there is no need to think about it, it must be Guo Tao who has a higher level of cultivation. Moreover, Guo Tao is the person in charge of this inventory task, and he is just a follower with low cultivation level.

Guo Tao glanced at Song Wen, who was in a daze, and said.

"Junior Brother Jiyin, you are on the big ship, and I will enter the spiritual field with the head of the Yan family."

Song Wen looked a little weird, and there were too many loopholes in Yan Zhengping and Guo Tao's words.

Since a small boat can carry five people, why can't the Yan family take one less person so that Song Wen can get on the boat.

If all four of the Yan family’s late-stage qi-training monks must follow, why not prepare an extra small boat?

This is completely fooling him into thinking he is a fool.

After pondering for a while, Song Wen said.

"Master Yan, Senior Brother Guo, I have also received a mission from the sect. I must personally count the number of colorful grasses. Now I can't even enter the spiritual field. I won't be able to report to the sect when I go back."

Originally, Song Wen was mentally prepared. During this time in the Yan family, any of his actions would be manipulated by the Yan family and Guo Tao.

But now the two are too blatant and are completely fooling him into thinking he is a fool. If he still doesn't raise any questions, that would be abnormal.

Yan Zhengping laughed loudly.

"It's my fault, I didn't explain it clearly to little friend Jiyin."

"Because the water in this swamp has been shrouded in poisonous mist and miasma all year round, it is already toxic and highly corrosive. Ships made of ordinary wood will be corroded and submerged in a matter of seconds."

"The small boat under my feet is made of the spiritual material Ba Qingmu, which can withstand the corrosion of the poisonous water of the swamp. Since Ba Qingmu is expensive, it is even more difficult to collect enough Ba Qingmu to make a boat."

"Therefore, even my Yan family has very few ships that can travel in the swamp. In this inventory, we can only mobilize one small ship."

"This is why we have no choice but to allow one person to enter the spiritual field. I hope that little friend Jiyin can forgive me."

Although Yan Zhengping's explanation was full of loopholes, Song Wen knew that he could no longer question it.

If you continue, it is very likely that the other party will become angry, and what awaits you is a thunderous blow.

Song Wen cupped his fists and said to Yan Zhengping.

"Thank you, Master Yan, for clarifying my doubts."

He turned to Guo Tao again and said,

"Then it's all thanks to Senior Brother Guo."

Guo Tao nodded, and he flew into the boat.

At this time, Yan Zhengping said again.

"Little friend Jiyin, you don't have to worry. Although you can't board the boat to go to the spiritual field in person, I have a magic weapon here that allows you to see everything in the spiritual field."

A bronze mirror the size of a basin suddenly appeared in Yan Zhengping's hand, while in the other hand he held a stone the size of a fist.

"This mirror is called a shadow mirror, and it is a medium-grade magic weapon. It and the shadow stone in my hand are a set of magic tools. As long as one person holds the shadow stone and uses spiritual power to activate it, and the other person holds the shadow mirror, as long as You can see all the images near the shadow stone within a hundred miles."

After that, Yan Zhengping gave the bronze mirror to Song Wen and the shadow stone to Guo Tao.

"I'll ask Fellow Daoist Guo to activate the Shadow Stone later, so that Fellow Extreme Vagina can see everything around you."

Guo Tao said with astonishment on his face, "I didn't expect that Master Yan has such a magical treasure. In this way, Junior Brother Jiyin can see everything in the spiritual field immersed in it."

As the boat gradually moved away, the Yan family monks also moved a prepared wooden frame and asked Song Wen to place the bronze mirror on the wooden frame.

Guo Tao also activated the shadow stone, and the scene in front of Guo Tao suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror.

As the boat sailed into the Lingtian area, Song Wen also saw everything in the Lingtian clearly.

The first thing the boat sailed into was the century-old spiritual field. Since the growth of century-old elixir requires a lot of spiritual energy, the colorful grass is very sparsely distributed, and only one elixir can be seen dozens of meters apart.

The picture in the bronze mirror is very clear, and the leaves and textures of the colorful grass can be clearly seen.

Song Wen stared at the picture closely, not letting go of any detail.

These century-old colorful grasses have seven colors distributed on each leaf, and there are clear black lines on the edges of the leaves, which completely matches the description of the century-old colorful grasses in the jade slips.

But maybe the pictures were transmitted by magical instruments, and Song Wen couldn't see them up close with his own eyes, nor could he use his mental power to perceive them. The colorful grass in these pictures always gave Song Wen an unreal feeling.

It's like watching a movie in a theater in a previous life. No matter how realistic the special effects are, there is always a false feeling inside.

After looking at them for a while, Song Wen was sure that there was nothing wrong with the appearance of these century-old colorful grasses.

But thinking about it, this bronze mirror was provided by the head of the Yan family. If the problem can be seen from the bronze mirror, then the Yan family would be too stupid.

"It would be nice to have a closer look."

Song Wen thought in his heart.

He looked around. After initially watching the bronze mirror curiously for a while, the dozen or so Yan family monks on the ship had dispersed and were distributed in every corner of the ship, either chatting or meditating. No one was there anymore. Now focus on Song Wen.

He stood in front of the bronze mirror for a while. As if he felt a little bored after watching for a long time, Song Wen began to look around, and then began to look at the spiritual field in the distance.

After looking into the distance for a while, Song Wen simply walked to a deserted side of the ship, held his hands on the side of the ship, and looked into the distance.