Chapter 41: Senior Brother Lu, the dog licker, Dong Xuaner!
Hearing this, Chen Yun's eyes moved slightly, and an idea arose in his mind.

Could there be some thunder-related treasure in the cave? Otherwise, how could it attract so much thunder?

"Chen Yun, I have found a disciple who can break the formation. He is quite proficient in the art of formation!"

Looking at the silent Chen Yun, Chen Qiaotian quickly said:
"I believe we can break the formation and enter the cave to search for treasure!"

Chen Yun nodded, looked at Chen Qiaotian, and asked, "That's great, but I don't know how to divide the treasures after entering the cave."

"I just want the Foundation Building Pill!"

Chen Qiaotian's eyes were determined, and he quickly said, "The rest of the treasures you can divide equally!"

Chen Qiaoqian, who was standing by, listened to what they were saying and hesitated several times.

"I can go, but Qiaoqian shouldn't go!"

Chen Yun gently patted Chen Qiaoqian's shoulder and said, "Her cultivation is too low. It would be too dangerous for her to go."

Seeing Chen Yun agreed.

Chen Qiaotian's eyes were full of joy: "In this case, we have a deal. I will come to find you in three days!"

Chen Qiaotian left before he finished his tea.

Chen Qiaoqian closed the gate and looked at Chen Yun with a worried look on her face: "Husband, are you sure?"

"That's natural."

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I will be fine."

Three days later.

At daybreak, Chen Yun stuffed a snow-white pill into the jade bottle.

When the pill was put into the bottle, a layer of frost covered the entire bottle.

“Maybe I can take this opportunity to go down the mountain and send the elixir to Xin Ruyin!”

Looking at the pill in his hand, Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and chuckled.

This is a pill made by Chen Yun using thousand-year-old snow fungus, which is enough to suppress Xin Ruyin's condition for several years.

With a flick of his wrist, he stuffed the pill directly into the storage bag.

Then he came to the yard holding the small green bottle.

His eyes looked at a swaying golden spiritual herb with dewdrops attached to it.

"tick"

Open the small green bottle, and a drop of green liquid will slide down onto the leaves of the golden spirit grass.

This is a nine hundred year old golden spiritual grass.

As soon as he got closer, he was greeted by a strong medicinal fragrance that instantly spread from the golden spirit grass.

It instantly attracted the golden-backed mantis not far away. Its eyes moved slightly and it stared at the magical herb closely.

If it weren't for Chen Yun's control, he might have been unable to resist eating the golden spiritual grass.

"hold on!"

Chen Yun gently patted the head of the golden-backed mantis and silently thought to himself: "Perhaps taking this thousand-year-old golden spirit grass can help you break through to the top level of the first level!"

"If I can completely absorb the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, breaking through to level two will be a piece of cake."

It’s a pity that time is limited. Whether the golden-backed mantis can fully absorb the thousand-year-old spiritual herb depends on itself.

The thousand-year-old magical herb is extremely effective, but compared to elixirs, it is more difficult to absorb.

A golden-backed demon mantis can absorb a white jade pill in three days, but if it wants to refine a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, it will take at least half a year.

"Huh! Huh!"

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the golden-backed mantis, and it kept waving its sharp sickle, appearing extremely excited.

"Wait until it grows into a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, then you can devour it."

"Chen Yun!"

At the same time, several familiar calls were heard outside the house.

"It's time to go!"

Chen Yun patted the storage bag on his waist, and his figure flashed and turned into a light purple shadow and disappeared on the spot.

There were two people standing outside the yard.

The person in the lead was naturally Chen Qiaotian, and behind him was a woman with a graceful figure.

Even the ordinary sect uniforms looked very tight on him. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he had a very proud figure.

It’s no wonder that Chen Qiaotian turned his head from time to time to talk, but his eyes were always looking elsewhere.

Seeing Chen Yun appear, Chen Qiaotian quickly stepped forward and introduced him to the girl: "This is my sister's Taoist partner Chen Yun, who has the Thunder Spirit Root!"

Then he looked at Chen Yun and smiled: "This is Han Lingsha, who entered the sect with me and is good at formations."

"You are the Thunder Spiritual Root!"

Hearing the words "Thunder Spiritual Root", Han Lingsha's eyes showed surprise, and she quickly said, "After this matter is over, can you do me a favor?"

"I'm very grateful!"

Chen Yun frowned slightly and glanced at Han Lingsha. He neither agreed nor refused, but replied: "Let's talk about it after this trip to the cave is over."

"In that case, let's set off!"

Chen Qiaotian glanced at the two of them, then took out a bronze token and replied, "For this trip, I specifically applied for a sect mission, and I can stay outside for up to one month!"

As he spoke, a flying sword shining with silver light landed at Chen Qiaotian's feet.

A high-level flying magic weapon.

Chen Yun glanced at the silver flying sword under Chen Qiaotian, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Han Lingsha waved her sleeves, and a snow-white gauze appeared under her. The gauze was extremely light and moved very quickly.

Its flying speed was actually much faster than the flying sword under Chen Qiaotian's feet.

In comparison, the flying magic weapon under Chen Yun's feet was the least noticeable.

A magical emerald green flying leaf weapon swayed and slowly chased after the two of them.

There is really no other way. Apart from this flying leaf magic weapon, Chen Yun only has the top-level flying magic weapon in his hands.

In comparison, it is safer to control the green leaf magic weapon.

Looking at the flying leaf magic weapon given by the sect under Chen Yun's feet, Han Lingsha was slightly stunned.

After all, Chen Yun is a disciple with thunder spiritual roots, so how could he not have a high-level flying magic weapon?
Although she was surprised, Han Lingsha didn't say anything.

at the same time.

A green figure rushed away into the distance.

"Junior Sister Xuan'er, what I found must be the cave where Senior Jindan passed away!"

Lu Tiangou's face was full of flattery. He looked at Dong Xuan'er in front of him and said quickly.

Hearing about the cave where the Jindan senior passed away, Dong Xuan'er's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she asked in surprise, "How do you know the whereabouts of such a cave?"

Lu Tiangou patted his chest and smiled: "Of course, that was the information I bought with my spirit stones!"

Dong Xuan'er smoothed the hair beside her ears, her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm: "Then I guess Senior Brother Lu must have spent a lot of money."

"As long as I can make Junior Sister Xuan'er happy, it's just five hundred low-level spirit stones!"

Lu Tiangou's eyes were full of joy, and he calmly increased the amount of 500 low-level spirit stones.

"In my opinion, we should hand this news over to the master!"

Dong Xuan'er's red lips moved slightly, and she couldn't help but say, "After all, it is the cave of a Jindan stage cultivator. It is too dangerous for us."

"According to rumors, that cave was left behind by a Jindan cultivator."

Lu Tiangou narrowed his eyes and whispered, "If I tell the uncles, will this opportunity still be left to us?"

"What you said makes some sense!"

Dong Xuan'er touched the scarlet jade pendant in the deep groove, and a hint of joy appeared on the corner of her mouth: "In that case, let's go and take a look."

With the protective token given by the master, he doesn't have to be too afraid of danger.

Two streams of light, one red and one blue, quickly flew out from the valley.

He flew in the direction where Chen Yun, Chen Qiaotian and others escaped.

After flying for several hours, everyone had left the Taiyue Mountains.

This place is very desolate, full of swamps, and a strong fishy and pungent smell hits your nose.

Mortals cannot set foot in this swamp area, and only monks come here to pick spiritual herbs.

Chen Qiaotian was flying in the front, pointing his right hand at a bare mountain not far away. The mountain was covered with charred dead trees, which were obviously the marks left by frequent lightning strikes.

(End of this chapter)