Chapter 13: The Millennium Lingzhi, the Cultivator?

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Yun Yi muttered quietly to himself as his compound eyes strained to pierce through the thick layers of mist, trying to discern the true nature of this unknown realm. Yet, the fog was so dense that all he could faintly sense was a subtle aura of spiritual energy lingering in the air, stirring a flicker of curiosity and hope within him.

“Forget it, forget it. I’ll find a place to rest first,” Yun Yi thought, gently descending onto a relatively flat rock. He lightly shook his wings, attempting to ease the fatigue brought on by the long flight.

At that moment, his gaze was drawn to two figures dressed in white not far away. These two young men moved with an elegant grace, their every gesture exuding an otherworldly aura, clearly not ordinary people. Their robes were as pure as freshly fallen snow, without a hint of dust, as if celestial beings descended from the heavens.

Yun Yi’s heart stirred with surprise—these two were likely cultivators. One of the young men said to the other, “Senior Brother, do you really think there’s a thousand-year-old Lingzhi mushroom here?”

His voice was clear and pleasant, tinged with a subtle sense of anticipation. The one addressed as Senior Brother furrowed his brow slightly, his deep gaze fixed on the distance, as if contemplating a weighty matter.

After a moment, he finally spoke in a steady and powerful tone. Though Yun Yi was merely a mosquito, his voice carried clearly in the silent shadows of the rock: “Who knows? But since we’ve come all this way, it’s worth looking for.”

Hiding in the shadow of the rock, Yun Yi cautiously shifted his position to avoid exposure from external light or sound. His antennae trembled lightly, capturing every subtle fluctuation in the air, as an unprecedented surge of curiosity and impulse arose within him.

A thousand-year-old Lingzhi—the legendary immortal herb!

If he could obtain it, his cultivation would undoubtedly advance by leaps and bounds, possibly even breaking through the Foundation Establishment barrier and extending his short, fragile life.

This thought blazed like a fiery flame in Yun Yi’s heart, nearly overwhelming his composure.

Yet reason quickly doused his fervor.

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Yun Yi knew all too well that such a treasure must be guarded by great dangers and challenges. Though the two cultivators appeared young, their cultivation was unfathomably profound. Even if they concealed their true power, they were far beyond the strength of a tiny creature like himself.

As Yun Yi’s mind churned with countless thoughts, hesitating, the two cultivators had already turned and continued deeper into the mist-shrouded land, pursuing the trace of the thousand-year Lingzhi.

Watching their retreating figures, Yun Yi’s impulse grew stronger. He silently resolved that no matter what, he must try—for himself, and for that faint but hopeful possibility.

“Follow them and see,” he murmured inwardly, lightly fluttering his wings, preparing to trail behind the two cultivators.

But just as he was about to act, a sudden thought struck him like a lightning bolt, piercing the fog in his heart.

“No, they are cultivators. What if they scan me with their divine senses? Though their power is hidden, it can’t be weak,” Yun Yi’s mind filled with caution and worry. He knew well that if exposed, he would face unimaginable peril.

As he grappled with his dilemma, a flash of spiritual light illuminated his mind like the brightest star in the night sky.

“Right—the clan chief’s bloodline divine ability, the invisibility technique!” Yun Yi suddenly recalled the mysterious power he had drawn from the clan chief’s blood.

However, he quickly realized this was no simple invisibility. It was a profound blood concealment technique that required a vast expenditure of vital energy to activate.

No wonder the clan chief had not used this ability lightly against him; surely the cost was too steep.

In truth, it wasn’t that the clan chief was unwilling to use this power against him—it simply could not be used.

A complex wave of emotion surged within Yun Yi. He both cherished having this bloodline ability and worried whether he could bear the toll it demanded.

But above all, he understood this was his only chance.

“It’s just a blood concealment technique. Though it drains my vital energy, if I can seize this opportunity to obtain the thousand-year Lingzhi, advance my cultivation, and prolong my life, what is there to fear?” Yun Yi weighed the matter repeatedly in his heart, and ultimately, his craving for power overcame his fear of the unknown.

Resolute, he prepared to take the risk.

He took a deep breath, as if to draw all the surrounding mist into himself, strengthening his determination.

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Then, he began to slowly mobilize the power coursing through his ancient bloodline—a mysterious force now surging within him at his command.

Yun Yi’s antennae quivered softly, as if sensing and mastering the blood concealment technique in the air itself.

As the bloodline power concentrated, subtle changes began to manifest in Yun Yi’s form.

His shape gradually blurred, merging with the surrounding mist, until only his translucent wings fluttered faintly, sustaining his flight.

With the blood concealment technique successfully deployed, Yun Yi’s form vanished into this mysterious and perilous fog-shrouded realm. He carefully followed the two cultivators’ footsteps, silently tracking the elusive thousand-year Lingzhi.

Meanwhile, the two cultivators, clad in Daoist robes and carrying long swords on their backs, moved lightly through the forest.

They continuously employed lightness techniques, their bodies as light as falling leaves, each footfall precisely avoiding dead branches and leaves to prevent any sound.

Their movements were agile and cautious, clearly striving not to disturb any lurking beasts in the mountains.

“Senior Brother, haven’t we arrived yet?” one cultivator asked in a low, alert voice, evidently prepared for any danger.

“Be patient. The habitat of the thousand-year Lingzhi must be extraordinarily concealed. We must search carefully,” the senior cultivator replied calmly, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any clues.

The two conversed as they delved deeper into the forest, their figures flickering among the dense trees as if blending seamlessly with the wilderness.

Just as the cultivators were fully engrossed in their search, Yun Yi silently caught up behind them, his form almost indistinguishable from the surrounding air under the protection of the blood concealment technique. Even the faintest flutter of his wings was masked by the rustling of mist and leaves.

Yun Yi inwardly rejoiced, believing his concealment had reached perfection, undetectable by any.

Yet, at that moment, the elder cultivator abruptly stopped. His gaze sharpened instantly, as if piercing through layers of mist to lock onto a certain direction.