bullyxtreme Chapter 155 Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi
Chapter 155 Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi
After arduous and relentless cultivation, Zhang Yifan finally broke through the bottleneck of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm! He was filled with pride and confidence, but he also knew that the road ahead was still fraught with difficulties and dangers. Therefore, without hesitation, he plunged headlong into the mysterious and perilous Misty Forest.
This forest is shrouded in dense fog year-round, with extremely low visibility, often causing even experienced adventurers to lose their way. However, Zhang Yifan, relying on his ever-growing strength and extraordinary perception, moves through it like a ghost.
Along the way, he carefully avoided all kinds of dangers lurking in the shadows. Those seemingly inconspicuous thickets of thorns might hide venomous snakes and insects; the hollows of ancient trees might be the nests of ferocious monsters; even the soft ground under his feet might be a disguise for a deadly swamp... But none of this could stop Zhang Yifan's firm steps forward.
Because a burning fire constantly resided within him—the desire to find the legendary ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum as soon as possible, thus completing the refining of the Seven Treasures Rejuvenating Pill. This pill could not only save lives, but was also the key to achieving his higher cultivation goals. Therefore, no matter how many difficulties and challenges he encountered, he would never easily give up!
As he continued forward, the surrounding environment became increasingly mysterious and tranquil. Tall trees blocked out the sun, and the occasional sunlight filtering through the leaves created patches of light on the ground, like golden fragments scattered by this ancient forest. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of grass and trees and a faint ripple of spiritual energy, making him feel as if he were in a mystical fairyland.
Suddenly, Zhang Yifan sensed an extremely powerful and pure spiritual energy fluctuation coming from ahead. This fluctuation was completely different from any spiritual energy he had sensed before, as if it contained endless vitality and mysterious power. A thought flashed through his mind, and a strong premonition surged into his heart: Could this be the aura emanating from the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?
Filled with excitement and anticipation, Zhang Yifan quickened his pace, rushing towards the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations. When he parted a dense thicket of bushes, the sight before him made him hold his breath. On a clearing, grassy field, a gigantic Ganoderma lucidum grew silently. This Ganoderma lucidum was crystal clear, as if carved from the purest jade, radiating a soft yet dazzling light. Its surface was covered with mysterious patterns, seemingly telling tales of time's vicissitudes and a mysterious past. Within each pattern flowed a faint golden light—the surging spiritual energy accumulated over millennia. Without a doubt, this was the millennia-old Ganoderma lucidum he had been searching for.
However, before Zhang Yifan could even rejoice at his discovery, he keenly sensed the tense atmosphere around him. He looked around and saw figures rapidly approaching from all directions, clearly drawn by the powerful spiritual energy emanating from the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma. Among these figures were cultivators in magnificent robes, their eyes revealing greed and arrogance, clutching various rare magical treasures—clearly from powerful cultivation sects; and also agile, wild-blooded rogue cultivators, their eyes filled with fanaticism and desire, as if the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma was their only chance to change their fate.
In an instant, the once tranquil grassland became bustling with activity, as various factions gathered, creating a tense atmosphere. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ancient Ganoderma lucidum, their greed and desire undisguised, as if obtaining it would grant them the entire world.
"Hmph, I discovered this ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma first, none of you can touch it!" A middle-aged man dressed in black robes spoke first. His voice was deep and hoarse. He gripped a long sword that emitted a black light in his hand. The runes on the sword flashed with an eerie light, clearly indicating that it was an extraordinary magic weapon.
"What a joke! In this Misty Forest, treasures are always reserved for the capable. You think you can monopolize this ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?" A woman dressed in white sneered disdainfully. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, but her eyes were filled with sharpness and ruthlessness. With a light flick of her whisk, a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy emanated from her, clearly indicating that she was also a cultivator of considerable strength.
"Stop arguing, everyone. Why don't we join forces to take this ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and then divide its spiritual power equally? That would benefit everyone," a seemingly composed old man said, a hint of shrewdness and calculation in his eyes. However, his suggestion was not met with a response from the crowd; instead, it drew laughter and ridicule.
"Equal division? That sounds nice! Who knows what you're really up to!" a young rogue cultivator shouted, his eyes filled with wariness and distrust.
Zhang Yifan stood quietly to the side, watching the crowd argue incessantly, his heart filled with vigilance. He knew that these people had all come for the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and once they started fighting, it would inevitably be a brutal melee. Although he had just broken through to a higher realm, he dared not be careless in the face of so many powerful opponents. He quietly circulated his spiritual energy, concealing his aura, while observing his surroundings, searching for a possible escape opportunity or a way to deal with the situation.
Just as the argument was escalating and the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, a powerful attack suddenly shot towards the ancient Ganoderma lucidum without warning. This attack instantly shattered the previous balance, triggering a fierce melee. Everyone unleashed their strongest magical treasures and supernatural spells, rushing towards the Ganoderma lucidum. In an instant, spiritual energy flashed, explosions resounded, and the entire grassland descended into chaos.
Seeing this, Zhang Yifan inwardly cried out in alarm. He knew that in this chaotic battle, he had to be extremely careful, or he would easily become a target. He darted towards a large tree, attempting to use its cover to avoid the attacks. However, his actions were still spotted by a sharp-eyed cultivator.
"Hmph, trying to run? Not so easy!" The cultivator sneered, brandishing his magic weapon, and a sharp sword aura slashed towards Zhang Yifan. Zhang Yifan quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously drawing his longsword and unleashing the Xuanqing Sword Technique, sending a sword aura to meet the attack.
With a loud bang, the two sword energies collided in mid-air, generating a powerful surge of spiritual energy. The surrounding trees swayed violently from the impact, and some small branches were even snapped. Using the force of the impact, Zhang Yifan quickly ran deeper into the forest, trying to shake off the group's pursuit.
During his escape, Zhang Yifan secretly pondered his next move. He knew that obtaining the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from so many powerful opponents would be no easy task. But he wouldn't give up easily, as this Ganoderma lucidum was related to the lives of his loved ones. He had to find a way to seize the opportunity amidst the chaos and claim the Ganoderma lucidum for himself.