"What? Miss Ling, are you practicing the Qingyuan Immortal Code?" Ling Weiyang almost looked at Ling Luo with a look of admiration.
Ling Luo nodded and said, "Yes, I had an encounter and got it by chance."
Ling Weiyang's face suddenly became serious. He looked around, and after making sure that no one was there, he lowered his voice and said: "Miss Ling, when we get to Xiangang Mountain later, you must not bring Qing Yuan Immortal to the throne again."
Keep your code in your mouth, otherwise a large group of scoundrels will attack you."
The two walked for about a mile and finally arrived at the foot of Xiangang Mountain.
Places with a radius of hundreds of miles were shrouded in smoke, a vast expanse of white, and visibility was extremely low.
As for the road into the mountain, it is even more invisible.
Just when Ling Luo was worried, Ling Weiyang, who was beside him, took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, with some strange symbols drawn on the surface with cinnabar.
Ling Weiyang silently recited a decision, stretched out a hand, injected a stream of vitality into the spiritual talisman, and then quickly attached the yellow talisman to the mist.
After the yellow talisman came into contact with the misty mountain wall, it quickly bloomed with dazzling light.
In an instant, the fog in front of the two of them split from the center and dispersed to the left and right halves, and a stone-stepped mountain path appeared in front of the two of them.
Ling Luo suddenly realized that a mist formation had been cast on the surface of Xiangang Mountain, and the talisman in Ling Weiyang's hand was equivalent to a key.
"Miss Ling, this talisman is a gift from my family uncle. Come in quickly, otherwise the Mist Immortal Formation will close again."
Ling Luo nodded and followed Ling Weiyang up the stone steps up the mountain.
"It's still early. Let's go up the mountain early and catch up with the Xiangang meeting." A pleasant smile appeared on Ling Weiyang's round face, "We can take the opportunity to change some materials."
"Xian Gang Small Conference?" Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, and asked with doubt in his eyes, "Isn't it the Xiangang Conference?"
"Oh, it's like this. Before the Immortal Gang Conference is held, many cultivators will arrive early and gather on this mountain to take out their commonly used cultivation materials and conduct transactions, so it is called a small gathering."
Ling Luo was slightly stunned and continued to ask: "Does every god cultivator who comes to Xiangang Mountain have to bring transaction materials?"
She had just broken through the void and entered the heaven. She had a black jade space ring on her body. What she carried in it were some medicinal materials commonly used in the human world.
Come to think of it, when she was in the human world, she would be shocked whenever she took out her treasures. But now in the fairy world, no one should care about them anymore.
"There is no rule in the Xiangang Small Association that if you bring materials, you cannot participate." Ling Weiyang thought for a while and said, "Just bring the spirit stones. Spirit stones are the currency of heaven."
"Spiritual stone..."
Ling Luo's brows couldn't help but frown.
In the human world, the resources used for cultivation were very precious, called source stones, and they could also be traded as currency.
Thinking of this, Ling Luo removed a high-level source stone from the black jade space ring and said, "Brother Ling, can you take a look at this?"
Ling Weiyang took the high-grade source stone from Ling Luo's hand, weighed it in her hand, frowned slightly, and said: "The aura of this stone is too low, not even half the quality of a low-grade spiritual stone.