"No need to go in yet, we'll look around the periphery and see what makes this place different from others."
Chu Lingwei shook her head. She wasn't confident she could evade that tornado.
"Weiwei, are you thinking that the changes in the spiritual energy of the Spirit Realm might be related to what we just saw?" Huan Mao understood Chu Lingwei. If she wanted to stay, this must be her thought.
"Yes."
Chu Lingwei, lacking a flying artifact, slowly walked towards the tornado with her two small beasts.
The tornado was a hundred miles away, and it definitely wouldn't come here to catch them.
"You guys, we were all in that place just now. Why did that wind only eat that Wanfo Sect disciple? Is it because he was bad?" Feng Ming tilted her head, considering the question, which was truly deserved.
"Certainly not."
Huan Mao had already transformed into human form and walked with Chu Lingwei, holding Feng Ming in his arms.
Chu Lingwei walked slowly, observing the surrounding flowers, grasses, and trees. There was nothing different from the outside, and even the spirit herbs were filled with a strong aura of spiritual energy.
"Feng Ming, take this spirit herb into the space and ask Grandpa Yu what's different about the spiritual energy within it?" Chu Lingwei plucked a hundred-year-old spirit herb, handed it to Feng Ming, and sent her directly into the space.
"Weiwei, do you feel that the spiritual power here is different from outside?" Huan Mao closed his eyes, sensing no abnormality.
"If it were different from outside, that would be good." Chu Lingwei walked slowly. She didn't know how long they could stay in the Spirit Realm, and she wanted to find the difference here quickly to understand the problem.
Huan Mao twitched his nose. He seemed to smell a strange scent.
"Weiwei, it smells like someone is roasting meat here." Huan Mao sniffed for a long time and finally confirmed that someone was indeed roasting meat here.
"Let's go see."
Chu Lingwei smiled. It was a good thing to meet someone here.
The two quickly arrived at the place where the meat was being roasted. Chu Lingwei's expression darkened. How could she run into this person wherever she went?
"Fellow Daoist Chu, would you like your little spirit beast to come and try my roasted meat?" Wuming turned his head, raised the roasted meat in his hand, and smiled invitingly.
Huan Mao was shocked by Wuming's words. He had transformed into human form, and no one would have noticed. How could this person recognize him as a spirit beast at a glance?
"Weren't you injured? How did you come here to roast meat?" Chu Lingwei brought Huan Mao to sit in front of Wuming, looking at his vibrant complexion. "It seems that Fellow Daoist Wuming has recovered quickly."
"There's no choice. I can't rely on others, so I have to rely on myself." Wuming smiled helplessly and handed a piece of delicious-looking, rosy meat to Chu Lingwei. "Here, Fellow Daoist Chu, try my culinary skills. It's also a way to repay your life-saving grace."
Chu Lingwei took the meat and took a small bite. It was seasoned with many spiritual medicines and spiritual items and was incredibly delicious.
"Wuming's calculations are quite good. Just this small piece of spiritual meat is meant to offset the debt of saving your life?"
"Fellow Daoist Chu, how do you want me to repay you?" Wuming was not flustered at all. He tore off a piece for Huan Mao and began to eat himself.
"I want Fellow Daoist Wuming to go in and see what that demonic wind is all about." Chu Lingwei pointed to where the tornado had appeared. Since Wuming had been here for a long time, he should know what was inside.
Wuming burst into laughter. He knew Chu Lingwei would ask this. "I can go in, but you cannot."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid of death." Chu Lingwei replied calmly. At worst, when that demonic wind was about to devour her, she would directly enter the space.
Wuming smiled and said nothing.
"Fellow Daoist Wuming, does this count as agreement?" Not refusing means agreeing.
"It's possible, but your spirit beast cannot go in." Wuming looked at Huan Mao, who was happily eating while being held. This little fellow definitely couldn't go in.
Huan Mao nodded, startled, and then looked up, shouting, "No! Where Weiwei goes, I go. I want to protect her."
"You cannot protect her." Wuming leisurely ate the spirit beast, his eyes on Chu Lingwei, as if to say that as long as her spirit beast didn't go in, he could take her to see.
Chu Lingwei nodded. "No problem."
Huan Mao felt that the spirit meat in his mouth tasted bland. He looked at his master with a bitter, pitiful expression.
"You just stay here and wait for me obediently. I'll be back soon." Chu Lingwei reached out and gently patted Huan Mao's head, transmitting her voice to him. She would find a time later for him to enter the space, as long as she didn't block the connection between the space and the outside.
Hearing this, Huan Mao's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he happily continued to eat the spirit meat.
Wuming watched their interaction and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Let's go, we'll be back quickly." Wuming stood up and turned towards the center of the area.
Chu Lingwei stood up, winked at Huan Mao, and quickly followed.
"Fellow Daoist Wuming, aren't we going to use a flying artifact?" Chu Lingwei hurried to keep up. It was very far from where the tornado had appeared. Walking on foot would take several days.
"We cannot use spiritual energy here. As soon as you use spiritual energy within its domain, you will be detected by it." Wuming walked slowly, explaining to Chu Lingwei.
"What exactly is it?"
Chu Lingwei's eyes showed confusion. It, it must have its own consciousness.
"It's just a thing." Wuming's gaze turned cold for a moment while he was here, then quickly returned to normal. "Fellow Daoist Chu, if your master knew you liked going to dangerous places so much, what would he think?"
"He would probably be happy, after all, his disciple becoming stronger would make him very happy." Chu Lingwei answered casually, her eyes already fixed on a third-tier Seven-Colored Spirit Turtle watching them quietly ahead.
"What should we do about this?" Without spiritual energy, how could they deal with this third-tier Seven-Colored Spirit Turtle?
Wuming glanced at the third-tier spirit beast in front of them, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "Fellow Daoist Chu, don't tell me you can't even defeat a turtle."
"I'm injured." Chu Lingwei coughed lightly, her voice full of pathos. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"What?" Wuming's face showed anxiety upon hearing Chu Lingwei's words. "Where are you injured?"
Chu Lingwei gave him an expression that suggested he should have known, sighing, "It seems Fellow Daoist Wuming has a poor memory. I was severely injured by Wei Xiangyang, and you've forgotten so quickly."
Wuming's face stiffened, a murderous glint in his eyes. Wei Xiangyang, he wouldn't let him get away with it.
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
"Then this spirit turtle is left to Fellow Daoist Wuming." Chu Lingwei smiled innocently.