The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 722 - 403: Blood Parasol2

Elder He noticed her surprise: "Hidden Stream usually does not welco outsiders. However, these individuals are cultivators in charge of the pharmacy from the Famous Mountain Sect. The successful replanting of the Dragon Elephant Fruit is a significant event in the Dan Realm, and the news has spread far and wide. Several sects have sent ssages requesting to observe. The Jiumo Sect Leader believes that allowing this is harmless and can even be mutually beneficial, thus he invited them over. However, they must all leave within two days at the latest."

It turned out that Hidden Stream was not as isolated as she had imagined. At least this Jiumo Sect Leader was quite willing to communicate with the outside world. She pondered this while passing by a glazed greenhouse, yet she found herself unable to move forward.

"This... this is... Blood Parasol!" Despite her calming skills, she could not help stamring.

In front of her was a sickly looking small tree. To call it a tree was an overstatent; it was rely a short, pruned stump, only about two feet tall and thinner than her arm. Its few sickly yellow roots were barely visible in the dark soil, and its wilted leaves looked like they hadn’t had water in centuries. So leaves were completely yellowed, as lifeless as frostbitten eggplants. But it was the extrely fine, eerie blood-red threads wrapped around the bark that made it resemble a terminally ill patient. This unimpressive little tree, compared to the other dicinal plants in the valley that were typically over ten ters tall, looked like a asly, small person standing beside a robust, towering man.

However, the look in her eyes as she regarded the small tree was filled with excitent and frenzy. This intense gaze caused Elder He to feel an inexplicable panic, after which he chuckled at himself thinking, This treasure is so well-protected; not to ntion her, even the sect leaders personally coming here might not be able to steal it, so what am I worried about?

Hidden Stream clearly knew the value of this small tree, otherwise, they would not have specially relocated it to a glazed greenhouse. Speaking of which, this kind of greenhouse was very similar to those she had seen in Huaxia, dedicated to growing precious plants, with controllable temperature and humidity but much more powerful than Huaxia’s greenhouses. Even if you wanted a freezing environnt of minus fifty degrees, this greenhouse could achieve it in an instant. The plants cultivated in this type of greenhouse were clearly no ordinary specins; hadn’t she seen that millennia-old Blood Jade Ginseng casually growing in the open soil halfway up the mountain?

She had repeatedly confird with Changtian that this small tree was none other than the Blood Parasol, known as the number one wood in the world, which had also undergone the Phoenix Nirvana, being reduced to ashes and reborn from them. Staring at the small tree, she felt as if even her breathing might stop. There was no helping it; this thing was too precious. Even grandiose Hidden Stream only had this small sapling and its growth was not favorable. It was said that the Jiumo Sect Leader had so connection with the Phoenix, which allowed him to acquire one of the rare Blood Parasol saplings in the world.

Its utility was almost universally known; it could be used to create Substitute Dolls that could absorb every attack from an Immortal.

A few days ago, Duanmu Yan had used the Divine Brush "Storm" against Langya, who had to bring out an equally valuable Treasure, naly a Substitute Doll made from this Blood Parasol, to avoid either dying or sustaining serious injuries. Given his current status and prestige, being injured was a minor issue, but damaging his dignified aura was a grave matter, which is why a Substitute Doll was used to block the attack. But Langya’s heart was bleeding too, as each of the two sect leaders only had one such Substitute Doll. Because the Blood Parasol before her was far too tender and could not withstand further cutting.

But she was different. She held the supre Divine Soil in her hands, capable of nurturing any plant effortlessly. Thus, Ning Xiaoxian’s gaze fixated on the Blood Parasol was fierce, resembling a hawk that had spotted a plump rabbit on a snowy day and Shui Yun who had seen roasted at after a month of diet als - exactly the sa. In her eyes, this treasure represented an endless source of Spirit Stones, Spirit Stones, and more Spirit Stones! Therefore, when Elder He let out a dry laugh and then complinted her "good eyesight," she did not hear him at all. Her mind was wholly consud with thoughts of how to acquire this treasure.

Direct robbery was obviously out of the question; she wouldn’t get out of the Immortal Plant Garden without being turned to ash. So, what about stealth? At Guangcheng Palace, hadn’t she successfully stolen the seeds from the Nine-Grain Immortal Valley?

Just as her thoughts raced, Changtian had to repeatedly throw cold water on her, urging her to calm down swiftly: "This item is not sothing you can steal at the mont. There are definitely nurous chanisms in the greenhouse, and one wrong step might blow you to bits. Moreover, Hidden Stream is never lenient with traitors and thieves; it’s wise not to take such risks."