"Is there any difference between that lady and the other villagers?" Qing Feng immediately seized on the key point.
After all, the other villagers had benefited, and only she had been injured.
"She is a martial artist," Lin Yan said. "Senior Brother might not be aware, but in the mortal world, some people cultivate martial arts techniques, allowing them to scale walls and leap over eaves. While it doesn't prolong life, it makes their bodies agile and their strength superior to ordinary mortals."
"So, ordinary people can benefit from entering, but someone with martial arts training would be harmed?" Qing He understood Lin Yan's meaning.
"Something like that. However, she knows a bit more than those villagers."
Although the woman was injured, she hadn't gained nothing. If not for her existing injuries, she would have gained even more.
"That place is a trial ground," Lin Yan voiced her guess.
"A trial ground?" Everyone was somewhat astonished.
"Wang Shu, what kind of trial ground are you referring to?" Qing Feng's expression was very serious.
"I'm afraid it's the kind of trial ground sect disciples use for training. Senior Brother Qing Feng, that place is likely a sect's trial ground, but this sect..."
Everyone understood Lin Yan's implication. The sect had likely perished, and only its trial ground still existed.
"If this is indeed a trial ground, then we must enter," Qing Feng decided after some thought.
They had come out for training to improve their cultivation, so naturally, they had to try their luck at such a place.
"Then I won't go. I'm a pill cultivator; improving my alchemy skills is enough. Such a trial ground is useless to me. I'll wait for you all outside," Wang You said.
"Alright, Wang You, you can wait for us outside. If anything happens, you can provide support," Qing Feng agreed, finding his reasoning sound.
"Wang Shu, did that lady mention anything else about the place?" Qing Shuang inquired.
Lin Yan recounted the lady's exact words to them. "Senior Brother Wang You, although I've already compensated that lady, her information is very useful to us. Do you have any pills that ordinary mortals can use?"
"Let me see. You said that lady practiced martial arts? Then some pills for the Qi Refining stage should be usable by her."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang You," Lin Yan expressed her gratitude immediately.
That "miracle" appeared on days ending in five: the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of each month, in the morning. There were two days until the next appearance.
In these two days, Lin Yan visited the lady's home again, bringing her some pills. At the same time, she discovered that the child possessed spiritual roots.
"Madam Yang, do you have any thoughts about letting Cong'er cultivate immortality?" Lin Yan was fond of the sensible child.
"Fairy Wang Shu, you mean Cong'er?" Madam Yang was very surprised.
"That's right. Cong'er possesses spiritual roots and can cultivate immortality." Lin Yan summoned Cong'er over.
"Fairy, would you be willing to take Cong'er as a disciple?" Madam Yang asked immediately after a moment of thought.
Knowing that Cong'er could cultivate immortality, her first thought was the fairy before her.
Fairy Wang Shu was not the only cultivator she knew, but she was the one she had the best impression of.
She felt at ease entrusting her child to her.
"Madam Yang, you don't have to make a decision so quickly," Lin Yan advised. "I come from a mid-tier sect in the Southeastern Region. Our sect primarily focuses on sword cultivation, which can be arduous."
She gently stroked Cong'er's head, slowly channeling her spiritual energy into him to feel his spiritual root attributes.
"But Fairy Wang Shu is a righteous person. I trust Cong'er in your care. As for hardship, martial arts training is also arduous. It involves tempering the body and laying a solid foundation, training intensely in winter and summer. Nothing is easy.
Cong'er's father was killed by his enemies. If not for you, I would have also died from my old wounds. Cong'er might follow our old path in the future. Now that he can tread a different path and become an admired immortal, I am truly grateful to you." Madam Yang was very open-minded.
"Cong'er's talent is excellent. Even in a large sect, he would likely be valued," Lin Yan sensed that this was another single spiritual root.
Were single spiritual roots this common? She remembered that to highlight the protagonist's uniqueness, the author had made single spiritual roots extremely rare. Their scarcity was meant to emphasize the protagonist's rare spiritual roots.
"Where there are many people, there are many conflicts," Madam Yang herself had come from a large martial arts sect and understood these matters well.
"I will be staying here for a while longer. If Madam Yang changes her mind, you can have Cong'er accompany me when I leave," Lin Yan still gave her room to consider.
On the morning of the fifteenth, they waited outside the village early and then saw a corner of a roof slowly emerge from the dense mist.
Before they could act, the cultivators who had arrived earlier made their move.
Seeing them take the lead, Lin Yan and her companions did not fall behind and flew towards the area.
After they had all entered, the dense mist gradually thinned, but the eaves began to fade.
Wang You watched the eaves, which appeared for a much shorter time than the villagers had described, and felt a growing unease.
He recalled the villagers saying that this place should appear for at least two hours. Why was it disappearing right after they entered?
Despite his worry, he sat in meditation on the spot, watching the slowly vanishing eaves. At least no casualties had occurred yet. He still had to wait for them to emerge, and if they were injured or unconscious, he would need to rescue them.
Thinking this, he realized his role was quite important. Ah, this team couldn't do without him, Wang You!
As they entered the dense mist, Madam Yang looked at the young Cong'er, her heart filled with indecision.
This was her child, the only bloodline of her and her late husband. She truly couldn't bear to part with him. However, she desired revenge even more. Now that she had found a worthy person to entrust her son to, she felt she could finally pursue her own path.
Those people had been at large for too long. Now that she had received these immortals' elixirs, all her old wounds had healed, and her martial arts had advanced further.
Now, she could go for revenge. Stroking her son's small face, Madam Yang, though reluctant, made up her mind.
"Cong'er, from now on, you will live with the fairy. Will you let the fairy be your master, alright?"
"Then what about Mother?" Cong'er couldn't bear to be separated from his mother.
"Mother has to go and bring your father back. So, you go back with Fairy Master first. When Mother finds your father, I will come to find you, okay?"