Chapter 182: Millennium Spiritual Milk Pool

After seeing this message, Fang Chen subconsciously went to the room where he used to teleport to the Immortal Palace.

Of course, nothing was gained.

Only then did he remember that he had worked with Lin Qingshan to place all the teleportation palaces in specific teleportation rooms.

This was his idea itself.

But he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

He went down the stairs to the teleportation room, and soon he appeared on the Ghost Island.

To be precise, it should be in the cave underground in Ghost Island.

As for the island, it is currently connected to the exit of the ghost realm, which has attracted many disembodied souls and also allowed the ghost realm to grow a lot.

The tree spirit is extremely happy now.

What made him happiest was that a large portion of these souls came from monsters in the sea, rather than ordinary humans.

This situation also caused corresponding changes in the ghost realm, giving birth to a sea of ​​​​yin spirits for these souls to live in.

According to the tree spirit, the ecological environment of the ghost realm has become more perfect, and the probability of promotion to the cave heaven has further increased.

He also asked Fang Chen to kill some monsters on land every day, so that he could collect some monster souls from the land in the ghost realm.

As for ordinary wild beasts, their soul strength is too low, and it is difficult for them to produce souls after death.

Upon hearing this request, Fang Chen waved his hand and said that there was no need to kill monsters. Once the scale of spiritual beast breeding in Yuehua Fairy City was increased, a large number of souls could be obtained by slaughtering a batch at random.

The tree spirit was also fooled by the beautiful vision he described.

He never thought about it because he was afraid of death and would never go to a place where monsters roamed.

Unless there is only one monster causing trouble, and its cultivation level is far lower than yours.

The reason why Fang Chen thought so much was that after he came to the underground cave of Ghost Island, Han Zhao was not here.

Come to think of it, the other party had just discovered the so-called good stuff, and must be nearby now. He came as soon as he got the news, so Han Zhao naturally had no way to greet him.

But this kind of thing didn't matter. Fang Chen took out the jade slip and informed Han Zhao that he was coming, and then waited there.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Han Zhao ran over. Seeing Fang Chen, he ignored the rules and waved to him, "City Lord, follow me. What I found is over here."

Fang Chen naturally didn't care about these things. He used his magic power to run as fast as possible and caught up with him.

This narrow cave was originally pitch black, with only light from the entrance visible. Now it is covered with moss that glows slightly, which prevents people from getting lost.

Under the leadership of Han Zhao, the two quickly arrived at the cave connecting to the sky above the island and went out from there.

"That thing is on the island?"

Fang Chen was a little confused. He, Lin Qingshan and Zheng Pingkang had already explored the Ghost Island thoroughly. There might be some missed places in the underground caves, but there would definitely be nothing on the island that they had missed.

"It's also in the underground cave, but it's not connected to here. It's a cave I accidentally created when I was practicing magic on the island."

Speaking of this, Han Zhao scratched the back of his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Do you practice magic every day?"

From Han Zhao's words, Fang Chen caught another message.

"Yes, especially after becoming a deacon, I can exchange offensive spells. I have to take an hour every day to practice."

Han Zhao certainly would not hide anything and revealed his situation to Fang Chen.

As for the offensive spell he mentioned, it should be Fireball.

A loophole has been opened to allow some people to exchange.

For example, residents who are on patrol, or the deacons and mayors stationed in Yueshenfang City, they need some military force to rely on.

"So what's your current level of fireball skills?"

Fang Chen also continued to ask.

“I’ve been trying to master it for a long time, but I still can’t reach the threshold of perfection.”

Speaking of this, Han Zhao also felt a little disappointed.

"Fireball is a very common spell, but few people can master it to perfection. If you can really do it, you are better than 90% of the monks."

What Fang Chen said was not an exaggeration. Any cultivator could master magic to a proficient level as long as he studied hard and practiced diligently.

However, few people can reach the level of perfection.

Not to mention the acme of perfection.

Every spell that is mastered to the point of perfection is almost like the Tao and has tremendous power.

Fang Chen has already seen this.

After all, he has a magical object in his hand that can use the five elements planting spell at a superb level.

It's just that the Five Elements Planting Spell is more auxiliary and can't demonstrate much combat effectiveness, but it brings huge improvement to the entire Yuehua Fairy City.

For example, the essence of plants condensed by the superb level of herbal skills.

One drop can speed up the growth of spiritual plants by three months. Currently, all of it is used to ripen the golden marrow rice.

It also greatly expanded the scale of cultivation of the Golden Marrow Rice in Yuehua Fairy City.

I believe that it won’t be long before the residents of Yuehua Fairy City will be able to taste first-grade high-quality spiritual valley.

"Really? Then I will definitely try my best."

Hearing Fang Chen say this, Han Zhao's eyes lit up with fighting spirit.

He was originally a motivated person. Otherwise, his cultivation would not have improved so quickly.

When he heard that he could surpass 80% of the monks, he naturally gained endless motivation.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Chen's evaluation of him increased a bit. He thought that after some more training on Ghost Island, he could take over Zheng Pingkang's position as the deputy city lord of Tianfeng Fairy City.

Zheng Pingkang, who used to be a city defense general, can help train the immortal soldiers of the Immortal Dynasty.

Although he had only commanded mortal armies before, his ideas on training troops were basically the same.

Thinking this in his mind, he soon arrived at the hole that Han Zhao had accidentally dug.

"Is this the cave created by your fireball technique?"

Looking at the huge cave in front of him with a radius of more than ten feet, Fang Chen suddenly felt a little surprised.

"Of course not. There is a cave underneath. My fireball technique only destroyed the balance of the stones above, making it visible."

Han Zhao hurriedly explained that although he also wanted his fireball to have such power, he obviously couldn't do it at the moment.

"I see."

Fang Chen heaved a sigh of relief. If this hole was really created by him using the Fireball Technique, then his level of Fireball Technique must have reached the level of perfection.

"The treasure is still inside. Lord, please come in with me."

As Han Zhao spoke, he condensed a small sun for lighting.

There were no spiritual plants with glimmering properties in this underground cave, so it was pitch black. Only under the illumination of the Red Sun Technique did a hint of it appear.

After going down inside and looking around, the area here was obviously smaller than that below the other cave entrance. No wonder Zheng Pingkang did not choose this place as his base.

However, although this place is small, there are eight holes on the surrounding walls, leading to different directions.

The entrance to one of the caves was marked. Obviously, it was left by Han Zhao in case he could not find this place again.

Just as Fang Chen thought, Han Zhao strode towards the marked cave entrance, and he followed closely behind him.

The entrance of the cave was very narrow and could only accommodate one person. The two people walked one in front and one behind for about quarter of an hour and came to a fork with two caves on the left and right.

There are still marks made by Han Zhao on it.

According to the original markings, the two chose the cave on the left, which was much wider and allowed them to walk side by side without feeling crowded.

But if there is one more person, it won’t be so good.

"Weren't you scared exploring a cave like this alone?"

After they stood side by side, Fang Chen started to find another topic.

"Of course I'm not afraid. City Lord, you have given me this island to manage. Naturally, I will explore every part of the island. I also know how to cast fireballs. If I really encounter any monsters, I have the confidence to deal with them."

Han Zhao patted his chest confidently.

Hearing that his tone didn't sound like he was lying, Fang Chen sighed: "You must have been a scholar before coming to Yuehua Fairy City. I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

"Alas, there is no other way. I originally studied for the purpose of going to the capital to take the imperial examination, but before I could get any results, the ruler of the country became an immortal. All places were managed by their mortal bloodlines, and it was not our turn. So I gave up literature and took up martial arts. I became a hunter with my father, and that's how I developed my courage."

When talking about the past, Han Zhao's tone was quite normal, but Fang Chen could observe a hint of sadness and loss between his eyebrows.

"Hey, why are you talking about this? The treasure I found is right in front of me."

Before Fang Chen could say anything to comfort him, Han Zhao had already walked out on his own and quickened his pace.

So Fang Chen also accelerated.

Soon, he felt a strong spiritual energy coming towards him, but when he looked forward, it was still pitch black. It was obvious that this treasure was not within the coverage of the Red Sun Technique.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the spiritual energy became more and more dense, but the treasure was still nowhere to be seen.

This also made him look forward to it even more.

Even from such a distance, he could feel the rich spiritual energy. It must be an extremely extraordinary treasure.

With this mood, they walked for another quarter of an hour and finally saw a faint light ahead. Both of them unconsciously quickened their pace.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs to death.

After the faint light appeared, the two walked for another half a quarter of an hour before finally reaching a relatively large open space.

It is certainly not comparable to the open space where the Immortal Teleportation Palace is placed, but there is also space of one or two acres.

And it’s not quite right to say that this is an empty space.

In a space of one or two acres, the inverted stalactites and the stalagmites growing on the ground interact with each other, forming a magnificent natural landscape.

But the good thing Han Zhao discovered naturally couldn't be this scenery.

After all, the rich spiritual energy here does not seem fake, but I haven't seen any spiritual veins.

"City Lord, the treasure is still ahead."

Han Zhao shuttled between stalagmites and stalactites, and Fang Chen quickly followed.

Soon, they arrived at the center of the stalagmite forest.

A small lake ten feet wide appeared in front of Fang Chen. The water was completely milky white and released rich spiritual energy.

Looking at this scene, Fang Chen's mind worked rapidly. He carefully thought about the corresponding things, and soon he came up with the answer and shouted it out loud.

"Thousand-year Spirit Milk Pool?"

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