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Chapter 366 Yuanling Continent, can it be considered the Immortal Realm?

"Aying, what's wrong with Second Uncle?"

Wenwen looked at Aying in front of her with a puzzled expression. Not only her, but also Wen Qilin, Wen Chengjian, Wen Chengbin, their master and Ye Jiangchuan were all waiting for Aying's answer.

Aying landed on the table, paced back and forth a few steps, tilted her head and said, "Would you believe me if I said he's greedy and ate too much?"

Wenwen stood up angrily and slammed her hand on the table. "Speak properly to me!"

Wen Qilin quickly reached out and pressed Wenwen down, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her, "Wen'er, don't be angry, Dad will ask."

At the same time, Wen Chengjian and his brother carried Wen Qiyuan to the bed and settled him in.

Several people surrounded Ah Ying, staring at her intently.

Wen Qilin: "Aying, what makes you say that?"

Wen Chengbin: "Yeah, Aying, what did my dad eat? How could he be so full?"

Wenwen suppressed her anger and said in a gentle tone, "Aying, please talk to us properly, and I promise I will stay calm and not get angry easily."

Wenwen was practically ready to raise her hand and swear an oath to the heavens.

Finally, Aying jumped onto her grandmaster's shoulder, found a good spot to nestle, and then spoke.

“He’s been refining artifacts every day lately, sometimes using storage rings, sometimes magic weapons, sometimes magic robes, using his spiritual power and divine sense to the fullest. When his spiritual power is depleted, he immediately starts cultivating again. With such diligence, the spiritual energy in his dantian is being compressed again and again. In theory, he should have been able to break through to the fifth level long ago.”

"However, due to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao in this world, his cultivation cannot break through. As the spiritual energy continues to increase, the reverse flow of qi and blood will become more and more serious, and the result is what you see."

Ah Ying paused for a moment, then gave a final warning, "Continuing to cultivate here could lead to your body exploding and dying."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, they understood what he said, but there were some parts they didn't quite understand.

After a while, Wen Chengbin asked weakly, "So, my dad absorbed too much spiritual energy and got overdosed?"

Aying nodded, "That's one way to understand it."

Wen Chengbin was speechless...

This is the first time I've heard that absorbing too much spiritual energy can cause discomfort. Does this mean we'll have to limit or control the amount we inhale in the future?

Where can one measure this quantity? It's unheard of and unseen before, which has stumped his dull mind.

Just as Wen Chengbin was struggling with his troubles, Wen Qilin regained his composure, carefully chose his words, and cautiously asked.

"We are cultivators. We need to absorb more spiritual energy to break through our cultivation levels. Isn't it better to absorb as much as possible?"

“That’s right. In the Immortal Realm, the more spiritual energy you absorb, the better,” A-Ying said logically. “However, this is the Mortal Realm, a place where mortals live, and it is ultimately different from the Immortal Realm.”

The grandmaster turned to look at A-Ying on his shoulder and asked with a smile, "Could this be the suppression of the Heavenly Dao that you mentioned earlier?"

"Hmm, you monk have a good understanding, unlike someone who doesn't care even if you talk until your lips are sore." After saying that, Aying jumped into her master's arms and snuggled tightly into his clothes, her bird wings hugging her body.

It was just a moment of rudeness, openly challenging its owner's authority, and it was a little afraid that its owner would hold it accountable later.

Wenwen ignored the bird's smugness, glared at it, and lazily asked, "So what should we do?"

Before Aying could answer, Wen Chengjian, Wen Chengbin, and Ye Jingchuan said in unison, "We'd better move to the Immortal Realm."

quack quack...

A flock of crows flew over everyone's heads.

"Chirp chirp—chirp—This child is teachable! Chirp chirp chirp—"

A Ying spread her wings and flew to the top of the tent, circling a few times and chirping incoherently.

Realizing they had caused trouble, the three immediately lowered their heads and pretended to be statues, acting as if it were none of their business.

Wen Qilin frowned and asked, "Is the Yanqian Mountain Range considered part of the Immortal Realm?"

“Strictly speaking, no.” Aying said with a disdainful tone, “That’s just a mountain range with spiritual energy, far from being on the edge of the immortal realm.”

"However, you can go there to break through your cultivation level, but you can only reach the sixth level at most, or the seventh level at most. It's impossible to go beyond that."

At this moment, the Grandmaster chanted a Buddhist prayer and asked, "Is Yuanling Continent considered part of the Immortal Realm?"

Nani?

Yuanling Continent?

Wenwen and Aying both looked at their grandmaster.

The master and servant immediately communicated telepathically.

Aying: "Master, how does this monk know about the Yuanling Continent? What is his background? Could he be a spy?"

Wenwen: "Spy my ass! Believe me or not, I'll shoot you dead."

"Master, don't get so angry! You can't be too careful."

Wenwen's mind raced, and she suddenly remembered the Celestial Master on the summit of Changming Peak.

Could it be related to the Celestial Master? No, she had to find out.

Wenwen looked at her grandmaster and asked curiously, "Grandmaster, where is the Yuanling Continent? Have you ever been there?"

"I've never been there," the Grandmaster said. "I've heard the Celestial Master mention it."

"Oh." Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief; so that's what happened.

Caught off guard, Aying asked, "Monk, who is the Celestial Master?"

Wenwen explained, "You missed an opportunity with a master you didn't know, you silly bird, who told you to be so impatient?"

A sudden pang of sadness gripped Aying. She flew to the table, picked up a string of fruit, and before flying away from the tent, she tossed out a sentence: "Master, take your second uncle to the mountains as soon as possible. Don't delay too long, or his life may be in danger."

Wen Qilin watched helplessly as A Ying flew away from the tent, and Er Kang didn't even have time to reach out his hand.

"Ah Ying, hey, where are you going?"

"Dad, don't mind it. It's just gone out for a walk and will be back soon."

Wen Qilin was very worried, "Then, when do you plan to go to the mountains?"

Wenwen: "Dad, do you really have to stay here for a month?"

Wen Qilin said helplessly, "What else can we do but wait? We're stuck here. We can't go in, and we can't go back. If we just stay here, seven or eight days will have passed. Time will pass by. You should hurry up and set off."

"Erlang, go out and greet the eagle, then you can set off."

The group rode eagles through the night, heading straight for the Yanqian Mountains.

Wen Qilin watched as the figures of the group disappeared into the darkness.

Back in the camp, I felt a mix of melancholy and emotion.

As for what he was feeling melancholy about, or what had touched him, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just felt that the camp suddenly felt much quieter, and Wen Qilin suddenly missed home and his family in the northern desert valley.

It is said that a general should not act on emotion. Wen Qilin thought of the soldiers of Siheshan who had risked their lives with him and did not want his emotions to get the better of him.

He quickly shook off the homesickness in his mind. In the past, whenever such feelings came over him, he would use cultivation to distract himself from them. Now, since he had nothing else to do, Wen Qilin quickly sat down cross-legged.

Just as he was about to enter a meditative state, he suddenly remembered Ah Ying's words, "You inhaled too much and are feeling the strain."

Then she thought of the scene where Wen Qiyuan was stretched until he was burning hot.

Wen Qilin was helpless...

Forget it, let's not practice anymore. What if he also absorbs too much? That would be a problem. This team still needs him for the time being, and he can't just leave.

At this moment, Wen Qilin remembered the suggestion from those teenagers: "We'd better move to the Immortal Realm."

Fairyland?

Yuanling Continent?

What kind of place is it exactly?

Wen Qilin fell into thought.