Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2130 1535: Spirit Plant

Its peculiar aroma led them directly to its origin.

"It appears to be coming from within this valley," one of them stated.

"Could there be any danger lurking inside?"

A cultivator's countenance betrayed a flicker of apprehension. For reasons unknown, a sense of unease permeated him, as if a formidable peril lay hidden within, causing him to hesitate, reluctant to enter.

"Hmph!"

A cold sneer cut through the air. Another cultivator derided him, "Wang, if you're so timid, then don't venture in. That way, you won't impede our progress, nor will you undeservedly claim a share of the Spiritual Objects."

"You!" Wang's face crimsoned with indignation at the taunt, a wave of resentment surging within him.

However, given the other's insolence and the rest of the group's feigned indifference masking their agreement, he felt too ashamed to enter the valley and dilute the potential share of Spiritual Objects.

His expression shifted between green and white with mounting frustration. Finally, clenching his jaw, he declared, "I seem to be feeling unwell, so I shall refrain from accompanying you into the valley."

"I wish you all bountiful harvests and a safe return."

"Hah!"

The other cultivator let out a dismissive snort. His silence spoke volumes as he confidently strode into the valley.

"Rest well, Wang. We shall return anon."

The remaining individuals were less cutting in their parting words, merely offering brief pleasantries before following the first cultivator into the valley.

Absolutely no one offered to persuade him to join them. After all, the true quantity of Spiritual Objects within this valley remained unknown. With one potential competitor gone, they rejoiced, unwilling to let a semblance of sentimentality dictate a disadvantageous decision for themselves.

Thus, Wang could only watch them depart. He contemplated joining them shamelessly, acknowledging the potential for ridicule but willing to endure it for the sake of the Spiritual Objects.

Yet, just as he prepared to move, he happened to glance upwards and saw that the group who had entered the valley had completely vanished from sight!

Furthermore, the previously faint white mist had abruptly thickened, taking on a strange appearance, as if harboring some hidden danger, poised to engulf him should he step inside.

This unsettling premonition sent a shiver down his spine, instantly cooling his resolve. He took several steps back from the valley's entrance.

For reasons he couldn't articulate, he did not flee immediately but instead positioned himself several miles away from the valley's opening.

Several hours elapsed, yet not a single one of his companions emerged from the valley.

"Dead! They are all dead!"

Wang appeared to be driven to the brink of madness. "Hahaha, only I remain alive!"

"What does it matter if they mocked my cowardice? Now, are they not all deceased within! Only those who endure are the true victors! Hahaha..."

It was precisely this scene that greeted Li Zhirui and Fu Chengguang upon their arrival.

They had been flying overhead in the vicinity and heard his pronouncements, prompting them to investigate.

"Are you also going to perish?" Wang's gaze, filled with an eerie intensity, shifted towards the newcomers.

Li Zhirui's brow furrowed instinctively. Such a demeanor strongly suggested he had fallen prey to a Heart Demon; if not roused promptly, he would inevitably spiral into madness, becoming a mere puppet to the Heart Demon. He immediately channeled his Divine Power, his voice ringing out with cold authority, "Awaken!"

The spiritual force struck him like a physical blow to the head, causing him to sway and fall ungracefully to the ground. However, he swiftly regained consciousness, his eyes snapping open, a look of bewilderment clouding his features.

"What just happened to me?"

As fragmented memories resurfaced, he instantly grasped the perilous precipice he had stood upon.

With immense gratitude, he bowed to Li Zhirui, stammering, "Thank you, Senior, for preserving my life!"

"What was the meaning of your earlier words? Who has perished?"

Wang Ping hesitated for a moment. Then, clinging to the hope that his companions might yet be rescued, he recounted the sequence of events that had befallen them.

"It seems this valley harbors a secret," Fu Chengguang remarked, a glint of eagerness in his eyes, indicating a strong inclination to explore further.

After all, such peculiar and anomalous locations were typically repositories of rare and valuable Spiritual Objects.

"Senior, the valley is indeed uncanny and perilous..." Wang Ping cautioned earnestly, fearing his saviors might enter and meet the same fate.

"Fear not, no harm shall befall us," Li Zhirui stated with considerable composure.

Considering their current Realm, succumbing to the dangers of this place would be nothing short of a colossal embarrassment, bringing irreparable disgrace to the reputation of the Profound Immortal.

"Attend to your duties, but refrain from engaging in any unnecessary risks by following."

With these words, the two cultivators entered the valley without a moment's hesitation.

Wang Ping remained at the entrance for a protracted period, ultimately lacking the fortitude to follow. He could only offer silent prayers for their safe return.

If it were possible, he dearly hoped they might succeed in rescuing his former companions.

After all, with the exception of one individual, the others had not spoken harshly to him; there was no reason for him to wish them deceased.

...

Not long after their entry into the valley, a subtle mist began to manifest, gradually enveloping them.

"Oh? Intriguing!" Li Zhirui mused internally, releasing wisps of mist from his core.

To his surprise, this seemingly common vapor permeated his body through his skin without him even noticing.