140 An Invitation From an Immortal Cultivator (1)
At midnight, the miasma in the deep valley dissipated, and some moonlight shone through.
Jiang Ming carried Master Si and Black Bean on his back and returned to the deep valley with Dr. Sun. They walked to the crack in the mountain wall where he was hiding earlier.
"Follow me!”
Dr. Sun beckoned them to follow him and led the way into the crack. When he touched the extremely narrow crack, his body shrank and became as thin as paper as he walked in.
Jiang Ming exclaimed in surprise and tried to walk there, but he suddenly felt that the crack suddenly became larger, as if it had become a canyon that allowed him to walk in.
Behind the crack, a wide open space of about an acre in size was revealed.
Not far away, there was a thatched house with a small garden. There was also a field of medicinal herbs.
"You really know how to enjoy life!” Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up. This was much better than his cottage in the mountain.
"You’ve really decided?” Dr. Sun, on the other hand, walked slowly and glanced at the two old men in the medicine basket.
"Woof.” Black Bean raised its head slightly. “Rather than dying like this, I might as well take a gamble. Who wouldn’t want to live a little longer?”
"If we die like this, we won’t be able to see our boss again,” Master Si said.
Dr. Sun chuckled and did not say anything more.
A moment later, Dr. Sun brought Jiang Ming to an unremarkable, dry well behind the thatched house.
Jiang Ming stared at the dry well with mild shock. It was more than three feet in diameter, but the wall of the well was not made of soil or stone. It was pale and rough—as if it were carved out of some kind of hard material.
Jiang Ming looked down and suddenly felt like this well was carved out of the bones of some giant creature.
Jiang Ming looked down. The dry well was only a few feet deep. It was filled with a faint spiritual aura, as well as an unknown aura that made Jiang Ming’s heart palpitate.
Dr. Sun let out a strange laugh. “The truth of this world might be even more terrifying than I guessed. If it is revealed one day, perhaps the entire world of cultivation will be shaken by it.”
Jiang Ming frowned slightly. He did not know if it was a good or bad thing to let Master Si and Black Bean enter this dry well.
However, at this point, this was the only way.
"I’ll pick some medicinal herbs to help your good friends sort out the blood Qi in their bodies. We can begin in a few days!” Dr. Sun said.
Jiang Ming sighed and nodded.
Over the next few days, Dr. Sun collected all the medicinal herbs in the valley and refined them into medicinal liquids and pills. He fed them to Master Si and Black Bean. Both of them seemed to have recovered a little, and their faces were glowing.
However, Jiang Ming could see that these were only temporary solutions and did not address the root cause.
Dr. Sun also taught Jiang Ming the Spirit Restriction Seal.
A few days later, it was time.
"Boss, don’t worry. We’ll meet again one day!”
Master Si stood by the well with its dry fur fluttering in the wind. It cupped its paws and bowed to Jiang Ming, just like the happy and fat white rabbit it was when they first met.
However, after this separation, Jiang Ming did not know if they would meet again.
"Hurry up, come quickly!” Black Bean was waiting for Dr. Sun to start.
"When you two return, we’ll amaze the world with our power!” Jiang Ming smiled.
Dr. Sun did not waste any time. Strange green runes shot out and fell on the bodies of the two. The aura of the two quickly converged and gradually disappeared.
Dr. Sun waved his hand, and Master Si Bai and Black Bean’s bodies flew into the dry well.
"Whether they succeed or not will depend on their luck!” Dr. Sun said.
Jiang Ming stared at his two old friends at the bottom of the well who were still and motionless. Suddenly, he felt a little upset.
It felt like just yesterday that the three of them were traversing the mountains and forests. However, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was left alone in the world.
Dr. Sun patted him on the shoulder and walked out first.
Jiang Ming looked at the well for a moment, sighed, and turned to leave.
On the cliff, Jiang Ming looked at the rolling miasma below and smiled. “Then we’ll part ways here. We’ll meet again the next time the fire cloud grass appears.”
At the horizon, the sun slowly rose and shone on the red miasma like a raging flame.
One after another, fire mayflies rushed out from the bottom of the miasma with their wings reflecting a brilliant light in the sun. They flew in all directions.
Dr. Sun looked at the dancing fire mayflies in a daze, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.
"The fire mayfly is the world’s weakest insect. They’re born in the morning and die in the evening. However, they still fight so hard. Isn’t their single day of life more eventful than all three thousand years of mine?”
