Chapter 77: The Suspended Immortal Pavilion

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  "Master Mu." A group of people wearing gray robes saw Mu Lingwei, many of them looked up with admiration, then respectfully stood aside, clearing the middle path.

  Muling Wei slightly nodded her head in greeting and walked past with a calm and elegant gait.

  The little turtle followed closely behind Mokuren, strutting along with an air of pride and self-importance.

  Chen Mo also followed the fox's lead and strode forward with large steps. As he passed by the crowd, he encountered many fiery gazes that swept him from head to toe, mixed with a hint of haughty disdain.

  This person has a clear and handsome face, with fair skin. On the front of his grey cloak, there are three clusters of flame patterns embroidered, his slightly pursed lips give people a feeling of being thin, those brown eyes glance at people sideways, carrying a hint of evil and sinister aura.

  Chen Mo's worn-out clothes and dusty face were etched in the man's eyes, who let out a cold snort and raised his chin high.

  Chen Mo also curled his lips, this person was obviously a pampered and arrogant young master. Then he continued to follow behind Mulanwei's butt, swaggering away.

  "Brother Jiang, who is this kid? He's being too arrogant!" This man was Fang Ying Zhuo's junior brother, Huo Ying Fan. With a hint of cruelty in his eyes, he thought for a moment and recalled that his senior brother Fang Ying Zhuo had gone to intercept someone named Chen Mo today but hadn't returned yet. Could this mysterious kid who suddenly appeared out of nowhere be him?

  Considering Fang Yingzhuo's strength, it's impossible for him not to be a match for that little kid?

  "It seems that you're just a shameless good-for-nothing, daring to show off in front of Brother Jiang. Are you trying to make our junior brothers...?" With a flattering expression and a hint of viciousness in his eyes, Li Yuncong leaned close to Jiang Chen and rubbed one foot on the fiery red pebbles several times.

  The moon-supported Jiang Shixiong, Jiang Chen coldly smiled: "Just a nobody, stepping on him would still make me lose my reputation."

  "Yes, congratulations to Master Jiang for being promoted to the third-grade pharmacist and refining high-quality Sanpin Yangwei Dan. You are the only one in Changchun Valley who can be compared with you... " A string of flattering words accompanied Jiang Chen as he left.

  As I continued to enter the center of Changchun Valley, I encountered more and more people wearing robes of various colors.

  Mulingwei's appearance seemed to have caused quite a stir, with admiring and envious glances galore, and the various gazes cast at Chen Mo were also varied and numerous.

  However, under the circumstances where "Shi Shu" was respectfully addressed all along the way, Chen Mo did not encounter any trouble, just a bit of numbness on his scalp. The young and beautiful woman in front of him was respectfully called Shi Shu, so her status in Changchun Valley can be imagined, how high is the status of the medicine master, fourth rank?

  "Have you seen the flame patterns on the robes? This is a unique symbol of Longchun Valley to distinguish the level of alchemists. One cluster represents that this person is a first-class alchemist and can refine first-class elixirs. Two clusters, three clusters, and so on."

  Nodding, Chen Mo's heart moved slightly. An alchemist is an existence that can't be replaced by others. It's better to rely on oneself than to ask for help from others. Being able to learn and apply it to improve one's own cultivation is the best. I really want to ask Mu Lingwei what rank of alchemist she is.

  Suddenly, a curvaceous woman blocked Mu Lingwei's path, followed by two young men dressed as first-class pharmacists.

  "Uncle Carpenter." The soft and charming voice was sweet and numbing, but didn't carry any respect.

  Mu Lingwei took a look and found that it was Ye Lianxiang, the princess of Dafeng Country who was renowned for her beauty. She then revealed a faint smile and said calmly: "So it's Ye Lianxiang, I see your aura is rich and your cultivation has obviously made another breakthrough, reaching the 8th rank of Spiritual Master?"

  Two male pharmacists stared straight ahead, secretly glancing at Mulanwei, shocked as if they had seen a heavenly being. They didn't dare to look more, fearing that they would be disrespectful to her.

  Mulingwei is pure of heart and few desires, her cultivation is extremely high. Generally, she comes and goes alone, making it difficult to catch a glimpse of her. Being able to see her heavenly face and unparalleled beauty is truly rare and precious.

  Two beautiful women, one with a national beauty and fragrance, the other with a secluded and elegant beauty, both are the most beautiful in the world. However, Mulan Wei's unblemished and ethereal beauty, with an air of a fairy maiden, was obviously superior to her opponent by more than one level.

  The young pharmacist retreated a few steps back, reverently keeping his distance from the figure before him who was only to be admired from afar and not to be trifled with. To have caught a glimpse of the goddess and to have sniffed a whiff of her divine aura was enough to savor for a long time.

  "Master Mu, you're overpraising me. I still have a long way to go to reach your level." Ye Lianxiang flattered Master Mu with a sweet voice and a flattering tone. However, in her heart, she was harboring a venomous snake, thinking that she was the most beautiful woman in the world of Dafeng, but since coming to Changchun Valley, she had been relegated to second place, which made her feel resentful. Looking at the men who were infatuated with her and lying at her feet, she couldn't help but cast more glances at Mu Lingwei, almost gnashing her silver teeth in anger.

  Mulingwei's heart was indifferent, no longer paying attention, and she quietly left with a slight nod.

  The shrill voice made Chen Mo's skin crawl, while the woman named Ye Lianxiang had lips that were not painted red, willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows, and a beauty mole on her powdered cheek that was as red as a cherry. With one glance and one smile, she captivated people's hearts. Red-powdered skull, calm down, don't look sideways, pretend you didn't see anything, and quickly follow Mu Lingwei.

  Xuan Gui Xiao Ba dislikes the suffocating fox's seductive fragrance, quickly covers his turtle nose with a paw and runs away. Secretly praising, the fairy sister's scent is still pleasant, elegant and refined.

  Ye Lianxiang was even more indignant. With her innate intelligence, she had already become a third-grade pharmacist, and she believed that the day when she would refine fourth-grade elixirs was not far away. Moreover, with her identity as a member of the imperial family of the Great Wind Nation, which was revered by all.

  Everyone has to give her some face, and Mulanwei doesn't even bother. That dull and ugly little brat and a gray and sluggish turtle actually dare to ignore themselves.

  "Where did this blind little brat come from?" Ye Lianxiang seemed to have been hit hard today, her fierce appearance exposed.

  Turning around to face the two followers, he let out a fierce and violent shout: "Scram!"

  Those two young pharmacists touched their noses and walked away in silence.

  All the way with surprises but no danger, Chen Mo followed Mu Lingwei and almost traversed half of Changchun Valley, also silently memorizing some environmental facilities in Changchun Valley.

  Two men and a tortoise arrived at the foot of Huo Long Feng.

  "Go to the Hanging Pavilion first." Mu Lingwei's jade finger pointed remotely, and a beautiful and majestic hanging pavilion appeared in Chen Mo's eyes, with five clusters of flame patterns on the high-pitched flying eaves, passionate and dazzling.

  Chen Mo looked at the fire pattern and understood why even a third-grade pharmacist in Changchun Valley had to respectfully avoid it. Because of Mu Lingwei, a fifth-grade pharmacist, what an astonishing existence!

  It's worth noting that Huai Hao Miao is only a second-grade pharmacist, but within the radius of one thousand miles in Zhongxuan City, he can be called the King of Medicine.

  Still in awe, Chen Mo saw Mu Lingwei's foot lift off the ground and her entire body float up into the air, as light and agile as a cloud sparrow, shooting straight up to the clouds. In an instant, she had reached dozens of feet high, her toes touching a purple orchid on the mountain wall, which quivered and swayed, suddenly blooming and releasing its fragrance, filling Chen Mo's nostrils with its sweet scent.

  With a sudden flutter, she leaped onto the railing of the pavilion, standing high above, gazing down at Chen Mo with an air of agility and a hint of cleverness.

  The innate strong person's majestic aura, time and again, displays a shocking momentum in front of everyone.

  Chen Mo suddenly felt that he was just an insignificant and incompetent ant. His mood sank, and he secretly vowed to himself: I am still young, with the passion of youth, as long as I keep working hard, I will definitely be able to catch up with you, soar to the same height as you, and stand on the same pedestal as you.

  Looking down at the steep cliff under the suspension gallery, which is tens of thousands of feet high, there are no stairs or ropes that can be climbed. How to get up?

  A clear and melodious voice came from afar: "I'll put down the bamboo basket, you sit on it."

  Riding in a sedan chair, Chen Mo shook his head and refused resolutely.

  "Otherwise, I'll throw two ropes down to you and pull you up." Mu Lingwei waved her hand casually, and a rope fell from above, swaying in front of Chen Mo's eyes.

  Chen Mo raised his head high and looked at Mulan from afar, as if there was an unyielding and stubborn electric current flowing in his heart.

  To reach a certain height, only by overcoming difficulties and dangers, persevering, conquering oneself, and climbing to the top, can one have a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

  Same principle, this relies on Mu Lingwei's ability to suspend the empty pavilion. Chen Mo had only three words in his heart: unwilling.

  Chen Mo racked his brains to think of a way up, opening his consciousness sea, and carefully observing the precipitous mountain wall with his eyes and divine sense. Some small grasses were rooted on it, with greenery flourishing every now and then, covering up fine cracks on the mountain wall that were infinitely magnified in his pupils. Higher up, there was even a purple orchid. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

  However, the blue is insufficient, no, it's the lack of the mysterious energy within the air sea. Although some was recovered on the crimson stone earlier, it's still far from enough to ascend to the Suspended Void Pavilion.

  Suddenly thought of the two-piece Dahua Lingdan obtained from the killer sent by Qiumu Qingpai, which can be used now. However, he felt a bit reluctant to use it, as he hadn't even used it during his life-or-death battle with Fang Yingzhao.

  Chen Mo sighed silently, but for the sake of ascending to the Hanging Pavilion to pay homage to his master. For future cultivation, he couldn't be short-sighted and only consider the present moment.

  Besides, as long as I acknowledge Lu Huazhen as my master, isn't this Dan medicine within easy reach? At that time, refine a few dozen pills and let myself have a good taste. Thinking of the future Chen Mo, with a flick of his wrist on the storage ring, he quickly took out the Jiling Dan and swallowed it fiercely.

  The medicine power disperses, following the meridians and wandering around, suddenly gathering a bright and mysterious energy in the Sea of Qi, filling it up.

  Decided to use the "Xun Lei Shan" from the Ben Lei San Shi to climb up the Xuan Kong Ge. Although this mysterious skill is extremely exhausting, it's the only way to utilize its explosive speed and have a slim chance of reaching the Suspended Cliff.

  Walked up to the mountain wall, poured the bright mysterious energy into the four limbs, and accumulated momentum for release.

  Standing on the railing, gazing at the silent Wood Lily, her white clothes fluttering, with an air of majesty as if a fairy standing in the clouds, looking down at the mortal world.

  She thought of her deceased master, and her heart was also turbulent, with a layer of misty air hidden in her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

  Could not help but let out a soft sigh.

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