Half an hour later, the Xuan Turtle broke out of the water and rushed out of the Black Water Pool. The restrictions in the water became more difficult the deeper one went, but coming out was much simpler.
He had obtained a Cloud Mist Water Escape technique from the inheritance he received in the Demon Clan's ancestral land, which allowed him to move extremely fast in the water, enabling him to rush out quickly.
Even if the Wind Old Demon and the others chased after him, they wouldn't be able to catch up.
The Xuan Turtle didn't linger in the Black Water Pool. He glanced at the water's surface and left without any delay.
He first went to the small mountain not far away to retrieve the formation that his main soul had set up earlier, and then quickly headed towards his main soul to reunite.
He obtained a pseudo-spiritual treasure here, and he could sense that his main soul had also found the Qingling Flower. This treasure hunt was already quite perfect.
Meanwhile, on Zhang Ling's side, with the help of the formation and the puppets, it took him nearly half an hour to finally open a gap in the Glazed Light. He and Ye Zimei quickly entered.
In the blink of an eye, the gap in the Glazed Light flowed with a fluorescent light and quickly healed.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ling smiled bitterly in his heart. This layer of Glazed Light was not only incredibly defensive but also healed so quickly.
As he sighed in his heart, Ye Zimei spotted a pile of spiritual herbs surrounding the periphery of the Spirit Eye Tree.
After taking a few glances, she immediately looked at a purple flower with joy.
It was a half-person-high spiritual plant, with a bluish-purple color, resembling a small shrub, with some cyan-black leaves. The leaves occasionally shimmered with a layer of red-purple spiritual light. At the ends of some branches, there were some small purple flowers the size of spiritual eyes.
Most of them were still in bud form, with only a few five or six blooming. The entire flower was still trembling slightly, drifting with a layer of bright purple fluorescence, looking quite mysterious from afar.
"Qingling Flower, my sister is saved."
Upon seeing this spiritual flower, Ye Zimei couldn't wait to walk towards it.
Zhang Ling also glanced over there and immediately recognized the spiritual flower.
In the past few years, he had consulted many books regarding the characteristics of this spiritual flower in order to resolve Ding Ruozhao's coma.
Qingling Flower, a rare sixth-grade spiritual medicine. It has extremely harsh requirements for growth. Only places with abundant spiritual power can it possibly grow.
Ye Zimei crossed several jade-carved steps and arrived next to the Qingling Flower, carefully squatting down and picking a few of the blooming purple flowers.
A field of medicinal herbs surrounded the Spirit Eye Tree. It wasn't clear from the outside. Now inside, the field only surrounded half a circle and wasn't very large overall. It was divided into three layers, surrounded by sections of jade steps.
Not many spiritual herbs grew on it, less than a hundred plants. Each spiritual herb was allocated to an independent area of several zhang.
But each spiritual herb grew very well, and one could smell a strange fragrance of grass and trees.
Zhang Ling took a few steps and stopped next to two or three bright red small grasses. These grasses were covered with frost, enveloped in a layer of icy cold air.
The emitted frost only covered an area of two zhang. It seemed to be blocked by an invisible restriction.
This was not surprising. Most high-quality spiritual medicines grew independently.
Upon closer inspection, spiritual patterns were engraved on the steps under his feet, flashing with five-colored spiritual light from time to time. There were a few small grooves between the steps, extending to the bottom of the Spirit Eye Tree.
A clear stream of spiritual water flowed in these grooves, emitting amazing spiritual energy fluctuations. This was the spiritual spring water that accompanied the Spirit Eye Tree.
"Red Frost Grass, also quite rare. Judging by the color, it has turned deep red. It has at least two thousand years of medicinal age."
Zhang Ling instantly recognized the value of these two or three red grasses.
A light, crisp sound suddenly rang out beside him. Turning his head, he saw a small green tree three zhang away on his left, with many green maple leaves growing on it.
This tree looked ordinary, but it suddenly emitted a sound similar to a wind chime, which was extremely pleasant to the ear.
Upon closer inspection, one could find many tiny holes in the trunk of the small tree, and the sound came from inside.
"Hehe, Wind Chime Wood."
Seeing this spiritual wood, Zhang Ling murmured. This was also a rare spiritual wood, also ranked as a fourth-grade spiritual wood.
This spiritual wood was often made into musical instrument-like magical treasures and could also be used to refine special formations that interfered with spiritual senses, such as the Phantasmal Sound Formation and the Blissful Illusion Formation.
A small black-brown grass with many hairs. This was the Ghost Light Grass.
"Black Jade Tuckahoe"
"Dragon Pattern Flower"
Zhang Ling identified each spiritual herb as he passed by. These were all rare fourth-grade spiritual medicines. Many of them had already become extinct in the outside world. All of them were millennium spiritual medicines, and most of them were over three thousand years old.
He had not collected some of them before. Of course, there were still a small number of spiritual medicines that Zhang Ling couldn't identify for the time being.
The three spiritual medicines closest to the Spirit Eye Tree seemed to be the most valuable.
One was the Qingling Flower that Ye Zimei was currently picking.
The other was a two-zhang-high white sapling with seven or eight gray fruits that looked like apples. However, there were many white cloud patterns on the fruits.
Standing in the distance, one could smell a strange fruity fragrance, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
Seeing this sapling, Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, and he immediately remembered something. He smacked his forehead and took out a few jade slips to check.
After a few breaths, his eyes lit up, and he came to the fruit tree. With a wave of his hand, he picked a gray fruit.
"Not bad, it's really a fifth-grade spiritual fruit, the Crimson Cloud Fruit. This fruit can be used to refine the Crimson Cloud Pill. It was an extremely rare high-grade pill even in ancient times."
For a cultivator like him in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the medicinal power was still a bit strong. This pill was the best pill for cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul realm to refine their mana.
Zhang Ling glanced at the other spiritual herbs and immediately noticed that the other auxiliary medicines needed for the Crimson Cloud Pill were growing nearby.
The Crimson Cloud Pill was much more effective than the several pills he was currently taking during his cultivation. If he could refine a large number of this pill to assist his cultivation, his cultivation speed could be at least twice as fast.
A smile appeared on Zhang Ling's face, and his gaze turned to the remaining spiritual plant, which was a strange black giant grass with some dark golden spiritual patterns on its leaves.
The giant grass had more than ten wide leaves, each leaf was half a zhang wide and five or six zhang long, semi-open, and grew straight, like sharp swords stuck in the ground.
This spiritual plant did not emit any fragrance of grass and trees but instead shimmered with a metallic luster.
Zhang Ling flicked his finger, and a ray of spiritual light struck a blade of grass. With his action, the strange black giant grass shook slightly, and several leaves vibrated slightly, making a strange hissing sound.
The sound was like the collision of metal, very harsh.
