Chapter 260 The Fifth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel

Chapter 260: The Fifth Day of Transmigrating into a Xuanhuan Novel

Xie Xuandu had originally wanted to go witness the vengeful spirit exact its revenge.

But right now, what stirred his curiosity was something deep within the Jiao Lian Mountains—something that had triggered a spiritual energy tide of such magnitude.

His speed was extraordinary, his form seeming to melt into the wind itself. In a few flashes of movement, he had already left Qinglin Town behind, heading toward the mountain range.

That faint smile on his face never faded—if anything, it grew more pronounced, his eyes gleaming with pure fascination.

"What could it be? Kicking up such a fuss..." he murmured, his voice dissolving into the wind.

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When Xie Xuandu arrived at the entrance to that valley, this was the scene that met his eyes:

At the valley's mouth, spiritual energy had condensed so densely it had turned into a tangible white mist, churning like a boiling sea of clouds.

The spiritual energy surged with violent turbulence, forming an invisible barrier that kept everything out.

The air was thick with an oppressive, suffocating pressure.

And beyond that sea of spiritual mist, a massive, ferocious tiger exuded murderous intent as it paced back and forth, restless and agitated.

It was the Mountain Lord, having arrived ahead of him.

It had tried several times to approach, only to be forced back by the violent spiritual energy, its eyes burning with fury.

The Mountain Lord immediately sensed the newcomer's presence. It whipped its head around, its dangerous gaze locking onto Xie Xuandu like a blade made solid.

It sensed a faint, elusive threat emanating from this Daoist.

Xie Xuandu seemed completely unaware of the Mountain Lord's hostile stare.

He stood with effortless grace on a horizontal branch, his moon-white Daoist robe fluttering gently in the spiritual energy's breeze, without a speck of dust on it.

He gave a polite nod toward the Mountain Lord, that flawless faint smile playing at his lips, his voice clear and ringing: "So you're the Mountain Lord of the Jiao Lian Mountains. This humble Daoist pays his respects."

The Mountain Lord exhaled a puff of white mist reeking of blood and musk. It raised its massive head slightly, a low, warning growl rumbling deep in its throat: "Daoist?"

It shifted its weight, its sharp claws easily shredding the stone beneath its paws, yet it didn't attack—nor did it make another sound.

Instinct screamed that this seemingly harmless human was dangerous.

Meanwhile, deep inside the cave at the center of the storm, An Yi had no idea about the commotion he was causing outside.

He was still immersed in deep cultivation, frantically devouring spiritual energy, compressing it into his body, steadily pushing his body and powers toward some unknown breaking point.

His jet-black fur, bathed in spiritual energy, seemed even darker and more lustrous than before.

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Xie Xuandu dropped down from the branch and stood at the valley entrance, his phoenix-like eyes appraising the churning sea of spiritual mist before him with keen interest.

He extended his right hand, slowly reaching toward the thick, impenetrable white fog.

The instant his fingertip grazed the mist's edge, a sharp, needle-like pain shot through him!

Xie Xuandu's brow twitched, barely noticeable. He withdrew his hand swiftly—the fingertip was already faintly reddened, a faint trace of blood scent lingering in the air before vanishing.

He pulled out a plain white handkerchief and, with slow, meticulous care, wiped his stinging fingertip.

This spiritual energy was not gentle. Something had forcibly gathered and compressed it here, making it violently hostile to outsiders.

If one were to force their way in, before even meeting the source, their meridians would likely be shredded by the sheer volume and ferocity of this spiritual energy.

No wonder even the formidable Mountain Lord only paced at the edge, not daring to cross that line.

Before long, the once-quiet outskirts of this valley began to grow lively.

Whooshes of air followed one after another.

Cultivators and demons began arriving one after another.

Humans and demons, who would normally clash at the mere sight of each other, now maintained an uneasy, fragile truce.

All eyes were fixed on the churning spiritual energy deep in the valley, their gazes burning with determination.

Each staked out their own spot, their auras hidden but ready to erupt at any moment, prepared to fight for whatever treasure appeared.

Xie Xuandu casually glanced at a patch of shadow nearby, his faint smile deepening.

Some monsters, keeping themselves hidden, were lurking in the shadows, biding their time too.

During this time, more than a few who couldn't hold back—or who overestimated their own strength—tried to charge the valley entrance.

The result was predictable: they barely got a few steps in before letting out a miserable scream, their massive bodies sent flying back even faster, robes shredded, blood trickling from nose and mouth—clearly hurt badly.

Those who tried turned pale and sat cross-legged, regulating their breathing for a long time before recovering.

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes full of shock and doubt.

If a real treasure emerged, every single person here would likely become a rival fighting for it.

But for now, faced with a barrier that couldn't be forced, they silently agreed to wait.

And so they waited—half a month passed.

The mood of those outside the valley had shifted subtly over those fifteen days.

The initial restlessness slowly gave way to a deeper, more feverish obsession.

No one was in a hurry to leave; if anything, more creatures kept showing up.

If it could sustain a spiritual energy tide of this scale for half a month straight, just how precious must this unborn treasure be?

Perhaps a legendary immortal artifact, a divine pill, or some heaven-born spiritual treasure?

Just thinking about it made their hearts race.

Finally, one morning as dawn was just breaking, those watching the valley entrance noticed something—the churning white mist seemed thinner!

The spiritual energy no longer churned as violently. It was still dense, but that suffocating pressure was slowly easing.

Half a day later, the mist thinned further, letting them glimpse the valley's interior—jagged rocks, ancient trees, and deeper in, what looked like an even denser core of spiritual energy.

A chance!

Before anyone could react, a gray figure shot toward the valley entrance like an arrow from a bow, vanishing into the thinning mist!

That was all it took—like a drop of cold water hitting boiling oil, all hell broke loose!

The fragile balance that had held was shattered!

Human cultivators, demonic beasts, and hidden monsters... all the creatures that had been waiting for so long were seeing red at this moment, crazily surging towards the entrance of the valley!

Xie Xuandu moved extremely fast. The moment the first figure stirred, he had already transformed into a barely visible white streak, overtaking them despite his late start. With his robes fluttering, he slipped through like a ghost to the very front of the crowd and was the first to enter the valley.

However, the people who rushed into the valley had no time to rejoice before they were met with a rude awakening.

The spiritual mist inside the valley was far denser than it appeared from the outside!

Although it was not as violent and deadly as it had been half a month ago, it was still heavy, weighing down on everyone's meridians.

More importantly, the deeper they went, the denser the spiritual energy, and the heavier the pressure.