The Purgatory Calamity-Chapter 71 - 58 Pang Jians Decision_1

Chapter 71: Chapter 58: Pang Jian’s Decision_1

Chapter 71 -58: Pang Jian’s Decision_1

Heavenly Spirit Tower’s top floor.

Luo Hongyan stood by the window, glaring angrily at Pang Jian as he moved away, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

In that empty and desolate Sea of Consciousness, the real Ning Yao was filled with grief and indignation, staring at the fluttering skirt of Luo Hongyan and said, “Are you trying to humiliate me to death?”

Luo Hongyan’s lips curled into a sneer, disdainfully said, “You consider physical contact with Pang Jian as a form of humiliation to you?”

“Isn’t it?”

Ning Yao said in outrage.

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Luo Hongyan snorted lightly, once again gathering the power within the Mysterious Yin Stone and refining it into her Spiritual Body.

She said leisurely, “You have lost the ability to feel your own body, so you don’t feel anything when I touch him. However, I still preserved the right for you to see through your eyes.”

“Since you can see, you should know that when Pang Jian stepped into the Meridians Channeling Realm, he successively opened four meridians.”

“Ning Yao, how many meridians did you open when you first entered the Meridians Channeling Realm?”

Mockery filled her eyes.

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment before answering, “Not a single one was successfully opened.”

“So, how could you think that me being close to Pang Jian with your body is humiliating you?”

In the void, Luo Hongyan manipulated strands of “Mysterious Yin Power” with her hands, unceremoniously striking, “Even now, do you still think that being born into one of the seven great families of this realm makes you nobler than Pang Jian?”

Ning Yao was stunned.

“What a foolish woman. With the cultivation talent shown by Pang Jian, not one can be found in the Third Realm.”

Luo Hongyan’s face was cold as she shook her head, mercilessly mocking, “Just by this alone, he is several levels higher than your so-called birthright from the Ning Family.”

“You still haven’t realized that you, Ning Yao, are the toad, while Pang Jian has become the swan you need to look up to.”

As these words were spoken, Ning Yao seemed to have received a heavy blow, and her whole person was stupefied.

“Think carefully about what I’ve said, and stop living in a dream.”

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The next day.

Pang Jian woke up from his drunken sleep to find his head somewhat dizzy, realizing he was lying in the weeds on the island, covered with a fur blanket.

The bamboo basket he always carried, along with the Dragon Pattern Spear, lay beside him on the grass.

That blanket, he vaguely remembered, belonged to the deceased He Rong.

After a moment of confusion, he guessed that Su Meng must have seen him drunk and asleep. Worried about him getting cold at night, she had brought a blanket over.

“She’s indeed a kind-hearted girl.”

Pang Jian silently nodded to himself, removed the blanket, and seeing no dew on the grass next to him, he knew a lot of time had passed.

He had not expected the potency of the alcohol to be so strong as to make him pass out like this.

He warned himself to drink in moderation in the future. If the Demon Girl had chosen to attack last night, or if he had encountered someone like Dong Tianze again, he wouldn’t know how he died.

Looking around and seeing no one else, he went up to the peak of the low mountain.

Standing at the highest point, he saw the Demon Girl leading the little girl Su Meng, picking herbs in the most densely vegetated area, pointing and teaching Su Meng how to gather them.

Su Meng nodded frequently, learning earnestly, and occasionally asked questions in a soft voice.

“She hasn’t left yet!”

Pang Jian snorted coldly, not expecting that after last night, the Demon Girl had still stayed behind, continuing to masquerade as Ning Yao.

Unable to gauge the true extent of the Demon Girl’s power, he decided to keep watching, since she had not shown any malice for the time being.

Calming his mind, his gaze wandered and he also saw Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping, sharing a bamboo raft headed for the foot of the northern mountain.

The two were climbing towards the peaks leading to the farthest north, apparently curious to see what the legendary “Mysterious Fog” on the other side of the mountain was like.

Seeing that no new visitors had arrived on Lake Heart Island and Dong Tianze had not reappeared, Pang Jian sat down where he was.

Taking out a quality-less Spirit Stone from his bamboo basket and relying on the nearly dissipated nature’s spiritual energy of the island, he began his cultivation to gather energy.

Only with sufficient Spiritual Power could he open the other four meridians connecting his feet. After his battle with Dong Tianze, only one-fifth of the Spiritual Power remained in his Spiritual Sea.

Such a small amount of Spiritual Power made him feel very insecure, prompting him to replenish his Spiritual Sea as quickly as possible.

As time flew by, it was evening again.

Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping appeared from the other side of the mountain with solemn faces, returning to Lake Heart Island on their bamboo raft.

Not long after they appeared, Luo Hongyan and Su Meng came to Pang Jian’s side as well.

Having had that conversation the previous evening, Pang Jian’s attitude towards Luo Hongyan was much colder, whereas Luo Hongyan acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with Su Meng all the way.

However, Su Meng found it difficult to smile, her forced smile conforming to Luo Hongyan’s seemed very strained.

“You’re the most relaxed one, not having to do anything. Alas, we are the hardworking ones, busy without realizing the whole day has passed.”

Wiping non-existent sweat from her brow, Luo Hongyan put on a very weary front, pointing to the pile of herbs next to the White Tower, “The herbs previously gathered by He Rong and the others are of too low value; even if we take them out, they wouldn’t exchange for much Spirit Stone.”

“Today, the Pure Blood Grass, Nine-Leaf Star Breaking Flower, and Thunderstrike Wood that Su Meng and I picked are the most precious,”

“Those items, taken to the market in the Third Realm above us, could be exchanged for at least a thousand Spirit Stones.”

After she finished speaking, Su Meng’s eyes brightened slightly.

Pang Jian just let out an “Oh.”

He had seen Su Meng busy back and forth while Luo Hongyan idle, relying solely on her mouth, and now she pretended to be tired.

“The Mysterious Yin Stone is mine, and the Spirit Stones exchanged for these herbs, you guys can just divide among yourselves.”

Luo Hongyan, annoyed by his attitude, gave him a white look, but still said, “You have made a greater contribution, of course you should get more. I’ll talk to Zhou Qingchen when he arrives to see how much more his storage bracelet can hold.”

Pang Jian wore an odd expression, and after a moment of silence, he curiously asked, “Are those Spiritual Materials really worth a thousand Spirit Stones?”

“Today they are worth a thousand because Su Meng is still… because we are not yet proficient. Tomorrow, the value of the Spiritual Materials we pick could reach two thousand five hundred,” Luo Hongyan said indifferently.

“You’ve worked hard,” Pang Jian said, looking at Su Meng.

Su Meng quickly replied, “It’s all thanks to Ning’s good teaching.”

Moments later, Zhou Qingchen and another person moored their bamboo raft at the island’s edge and found the trio at the peak.

“We saw the Mysterious Fog,”

Han Duping, who was usually not serious, had an unusually grave expression as he said, “We didn’t dare to enter, just watched from a distance. The Mysterious Fog isn’t static; it is slowly spreading in our direction. At that rate, in a few days it’ll cross over the mountain peaks, and in ten days it could flood Wulan Lake.”

Zhou Qingchen, feeling helpless, said, “I think it’s time we left the Solitude Mountain Range.”

Luo Hongyan frowned as well. “Is it coming over that quickly?”

“Pretty much,” Han Duping answered.

“We’ve finished exploring the wonders of the Solitude Mountain Range, it’s time to return and report back to the family,” Zhou Qingchen said, already considering retreat and not intending to venture further.

“Mr. Zhou, if I can make it out of Solitude Mountain Range alive, I will come to the Zhou Family to find you,” Pang Jian said softly.

Zhou Qingchen jumped anxiously: “Pang Jian, are you really planning to explore deep into the Mysterious Fog?!”

Pang Jian nodded.

He had the vague feeling that the “Mysterious Fog” was where his father had disappeared, as he always heard that all cultivators in this world regarded the “Mysterious Fog” as the greatest Forbidden Land between heaven and earth.

But he just wanted to take the risk to see for himself.

“Pang Jian, are you aware of the dangers within?!”

Zhou Qingchen stared at him and roared softly.

“I can imagine,” Pang Jian answered.

“No, you don’t understand!”

Zhou Qingchen shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and said, “Since I can remember, all words related to the Mysterious Fog often come with death, unknown terror, and mysterious disappearances. Not to mention cultivators like us, even beings a hundred or a thousand times stronger than us, they too can die in there!”

Han Duping and Luo Hongyan didn’t make a sound; both had serious expressions, clearly not eager to touch upon the “Mysterious Fog.”

Su Meng just blankly stared toward the mountains in the extreme north.

Seeing Pang Jian resolved and silent, Luo Hongyan knew nobody could change his mind once he was set, so she said, “Well, we still have some time, let’s think about the current situation first.”

“Zhou Qingchen, the herbs Su Meng and I picked are quite valuable, but we don’t have a storage Spiritual Artifact. We need to rely on your artifact to store the herbs we picked, and we all need to discuss how to distribute them.”

“I declare, I will not take any of the Spirit Stones form the herbs, but Pang Jian must have the largest share!”

The last time on the top floor of the tower, Zhou Qingchen and she argued to let Pang Jian have the Mysterious Yin Stone.

This time, she took the initiative to fight for Pang Jian’s interest, to ensure that he would get the largest share.

Zhou Qingchen, intent on persuading Pang Jian to change his mind, sighed and nodded, then said to Pang Jian, “Please reconsider the matter of the Mysterious Fog.”

Pang Jian looked at Luo Hongyan strangely and nodded, “Hmm.”

In the following days, it was still Luo Hongyan having Su Meng gather herbs all over the island.

Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping wandered around Wulan Lake from time to time, or explored the surroundings, hoping to find Dong Tianze.

Pang Jian, using the Spirit Stones he already had, was gathering Spiritual Power day and night.

Gradually, the pure nature’s spiritual energy of the island began to get polluted.

Another evening came.

After everyone gathered again, Luo Hongyan said, “There were seals on the island that restricted the departure of Soul Spirits and ghosts, and they had the effect of purifying Spiritual Power. Now, with the death of the Mysterious Turtle and the departure of the Beast Soul, the seals have vanished.”

“The disappearance of the seals has made the spiritual energy more polluted, and now there are no herbs worth continuing to collect,”

She and Su Meng had nothing else to do.

“The Mysterious Fog has crossed the mountain peaks.”

Han Duping suddenly exclaimed.

Pang Jian abruptly turned towards the north of Wulan Lake, and saw grey, dense fog slowly appearing behind several adjacent mountain peaks.

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