"Please, Master, clarify it for me!" Ryan was respectful, acting like an innocent young man.
True Person of Turbid Wine liked his innocent appearance - the more naive and simple Ryan was, the more sense of accomplishment she would have when teaching him.
Every progress Ryan made would bring True Person of Turbid Wine the joy of nurturing.
She didn't beat around the bush and said straightforwardly: "The spiritual object that you must obtain with your own hands is called [Desolate Cicada Blood Seed]."
"It's somewhat similar to Cordyceps sinensis in the mortal world, but it's more than a thousand times rarer and has the wonderful effect of purifying filth and blood evil!"
"Wherever it exists, there must be extremely bloodthirsty demonic beasts guarding it."
"I've taken a look and already helped you determine the specific location of this thing."
"Even with your current strength, you may not be able to defeat the bloodthirsty monster guarding it. After all..."
"You're extremely lacking in combat experience, and you're at a great disadvantage in this regard."
This was already a polite way of putting it.
Ryan's actual combat experience was basically zero!
Previously, when he rushed to Xuanji Cave Heaven, although it took him more than two months, he was dressed plainly and had little in his pocket, clearly looking unprofitable.
And Ryan himself knew how to disguise his handsome appearance with a disheveled look.
He wasn't the kind of person who would take the initiative to cause trouble when there was nothing to gain. On his way to the Immortal Sect, he didn't encounter much trouble.
He had encountered bandits and thieves twice.
But they directly went after those wealthy merchants who obviously had a lot of wealth and didn't pay any attention to him at all.
Later, when he arrived in the territory under Xuanji Cave Heaven, everything was peaceful.
He never encountered any robbers blocking the way again!
After that, he comprehended the cultivation method from the Inheritance Stele, joined Drunken Immortal Peak, and it had been like this until now.
"Letting you obtain the Desolate Cicada Blood Seed with your own hands is also a kind of experience."
True Person of Turbid Wine looked at Ryan with a smile and said in a calm tone: "I also went through this back then."
"At that time, your master's master wasn't as easygoing as I am."
"Time and time again, I tried and failed, came back with wounds all over my body, and then concentrated on cultivating swordsmanship and spells."
"I worked hard to earn the sect's contributions and exchanged them for spiritual swords, combat boots, and protective treasures..."
True Person of Turbid Wine seemed to recall the cultivation fragments when she first entered the sect, and a nostalgic look appeared on her face.
In the next moment, she slightly raised her willow-like eyebrows, rubbed her crimson wine gourd, and said: "When I was at the fourth level of Spirit Nurturing, I managed to obtain this Desolate Cicada Blood Seed."
"I didn't finally gather all the materials for refining this life-bound magic weapon until I reached the sixth level of Spirit Nurturing."
"You're only at the third level of Spirit Nurturing now. You don't need to worry about the other materials, but the Desolate Cicada Blood Seed has become a test instead."
"Go! I'll be waiting for your good news!"
As soon as her words fell, she pointed forward with one hand.
Swish!
A spiritual light burst out and entered Ryan's forehead.
In an instant, Ryan felt that an information fragment had appeared in his mind.
He clearly knew that in a cave in a mountain stream about eighty-five miles away from Drunken Immortal Peak, the thing he wanted was hidden there.
True Person of Turbid Wine was surrounded by the fragrance of wine.
The nectar in her life-bound magic gourd spread out.
The wine liquid condensed from a liquid state into a solid state and took the shape of a flying sword.
True Person of Turbid Wine stepped on the flying sword, rode the wind and soared through the air, and disappeared on the horizon.
Obviously, she was going to other branches of Xuanji Cave Heaven to exchange with the elders for all kinds of rare treasures needed for refining Ryan's life-bound magic weapon.
If it were someone else, they would probably do it like Mulan - buying a horse in the east market, a saddle in the west market, a bridle in the south market, and a long whip in the north market.
Ryan, however, found an old acquaintance and told the inner disciple his intention, hoping to get a handy weapon.
He couldn't just fight the bloodthirsty and fierce demonic beasts with his bare hands, could he?
That wouldn't look like an Immortal Sect disciple at all!
According to the normal process...
Ryan should have been assigned some tasks with low danger coefficients that inner disciples usually did, such as taking care of spiritual flowers and herbs.
However, after pondering for a moment, Sharon's eyes became sharp, and she resolutely handed her treasured Frost Sword to Ryan.
"True Disciple Ryan, take this medium-grade spiritual weapon!"
"After you kill the demonic beast and obtain the spiritual object, just return it to me."
Although she was reluctant in her heart, Sharon still made such a decision.
She didn't even mention anything about interest.
This was building good karma.
Doing this kind of thing was very testing of one's judgment.
Some people lent out their treasures, but the borrowers turned around and ran away. In the vast cultivation world, there might be no chance of meeting again in this lifetime.
However, Sharon was also very clear that although she had good talent, she lacked the determination to venture out into the world and seek opportunities.
She was content with the status quo and preferred to stay in the sect all the time.
If things continued like this, I'm afraid that in her whole life, when she finally passed away, she could only barely reach the tenth level of Spirit Nurturing in cultivation.
It would be almost impossible for her to go further and truly transcend the ordinary and reach the Transcendent Dust Realm.
So...
She wanted to please Ryan, curry favor with him, and build good karma.
She hoped that when Ryan reached a very high level in the future, he would casually give her a little help and promote her to a level that she didn't originally belong to.
Sharon's purpose was very clear, and it was quite utilitarian. Ryan could see it clearly.
However, this kind of timely help was also remembered by Ryan in his heart.
He said: "Senior Sister, I won't forget your kindness of lending me the weapon."
Holding the sharp sword that shone with a cold light, Ryan planned to go straight to his destination.
He did have friends on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain. Among them, Chu Shaobai and Fenrir Howe, who were closest to him, were both at too low a realm and couldn't be of much help.
As for those inner senior brothers and sisters on the mountainside, although they were at a relatively high realm and had strong strength, but...
If he called a group of people to form a team, it wouldn't be good.
If the senior brothers and sisters beat the bloodthirsty demonic beast to death together, what kind of experience effect would it have on him?
Ryan still chose to trust True Person of Turbid Wine's judgment.
Since his master thought this was an experience rather than a suicidal mission, it meant...
With his current strength, although it was difficult to accomplish this task, after several failures and more attempts, he would definitely be able to succeed in the end!
Thinking like this, Ryan tightly grasped the long sword that emitted a cold light in his hand. His figure was as fast as lightning, and his steps were as light as the wind. He quickly rushed through the mountain forest.
The long sword on his back shone with a cold light under the faint moonlight.
Along the way, he crossed steep mountains, turbulent rivers, and dense jungles. After going through hardships, he covered a long distance of more than eighty miles.
The situation of low-level cultivators in the sect was so difficult. They had to rely entirely on their legs for transportation!
Ryan couldn't even find a place to buy a horse to save his strength.
And farming spiritual beasts were not as fast as him and had far less endurance!
After walking rapidly for more than eighty miles, Ryan was still calm and composed, without the slightest shortness of breath.
Before long, Ryan finally stood in front of his destination - a dark cave in a mountain stream.
This cave was hidden under a craggy cliff, and a gloomy atmosphere filled the air around it.
"Something's strange!"
Ryan immediately became vigilant.
He noticed that at the deep and dark entrance of the cave, several old trees with strange shapes and twisted trunks were standing quietly.
Their withered branches stretched out like devil's claws, as if they wanted to grab every creature that approached.
Under the trunks, the shallow topsoil seemed to cover the corpses of some small animals.
Squeak! Creak!
The eerie sound was creepy.
These old trees looked like a group of withered and evil thieves who had been guarding this place for a long time, emitting a terrifying aura.
The erosion of time had made their bark rough and mottled, covered with deep and shallow cracks and wrinkles, like hideous faces.
When the wind blew, the withered branches collided with each other, making a creaking sound, as if the thieves were whispering some sinister plots.
Swish! Swish! Swish!...
Several cold branches suddenly stabbed at Ryan.
They were sharp and powerful, obviously trying to blind Ryan's eyes and pierce his eardrums!
"I've been on guard against you all along!"
Ryan sneered, swung the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Die!"
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!...
The cold light burst out, and the sharp edges danced!
In just a few breaths, the branches shining with a metallic luster were cut off by him.
The several seemingly withered trees made a sound like wailing, and their branches retracted.
They curled up as if begging for mercy.
"Beasts!"
Ryan sneered, showing no mercy: "You just tried to kill me, and now you think that as long as you admit defeat and beg for mercy, you can survive?"
"Do you think I, Ryan, am a soft-hearted person who's easy to talk to?"
"You're just dreaming!"
Ryan took advantage of the victory and chased after them. With a few swishes of his sword, he cut the several tree demons that were almost about to develop intelligence in half at the waist.
At this point...
The several tree demons that were almost about to give birth to intelligence were killed by him and finally withered completely and didn't move at all.
"These tree demons were not difficult to deal with."
"For me, it was no pressure at all and had no training effect!"
"Even without the medium-grade spiritual weapon by my side, I could have broken them one by one with brute force!"
Ryan's thoughts raced, and he looked into the dark cave, feeling that it was bottomless: "The real test is inside here!"
The smell of blood spread out, making people frown.
Zila!
He lit the fire folder he carried with him.
The bright orange-red light illuminated the dark cave.
In the darkest corner of the cave, Ryan unexpectedly saw a young man carrying a red-tasseled spear on his back.
Just by looking at his back, he recognized...
The other person was Fenrir Howe, the champion of the mortal world, the person with the luck marked as the Dream Enterer by the Supernatural Power of Causality, and his good friend!
Fenrir Howe was lying on the ground, seemingly hiding his figure, trying to steal something guarded by the demonic beast from this cave.
Not only that...
With a glance from the corner of his eye, Ryan immediately saw a fierce and huge beast and couldn't help but slightly contract his pupils: "Night Demon Ape!"
Among the registered disciples and outer disciples, there was a terrifying rumor.
It was said that disciples who cultivated spiritual fields and mined spiritual mines might be captured by the Night Demon Ape and brutally killed to become the monster's food if they were unlucky and far away from Drunken Immortal Peak while working!