Chapter 150: Such a great merit, there is no reason not to take advantage of it (Subscription Request)
"Wow~"

The turbid waters of the Forgotten River surged and blood waves continuously hit the river bank, emitting bursts of fishy odor.

A large group of bronze snakes and iron dogs floated in the blood waves, greedily staring at the ferocious giant python lying limp on the shore.

But he was afraid of Yang Ling's aura and didn't dare to step forward easily.

The dead trees on the shore are intertwined, the shadows are dense, the branches and leaves are withered, and the branches stretch towards the sky like ghost claws, which is creepy.

Yang Ling stood in front of the slender woman in a fur skirt, with what he thought was a kind smile on his face.

"I mean no harm, I just want to ask you some questions."

"Uh-huh."

The slim woman nodded repeatedly without any hesitation.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of the ancient world, and this situation is particularly common in the harsh environment of the underworld.

Here, there is rarely any right or wrong, and there are no laws or rules. All rules are decided by the strong.

Whoever is the most powerful, his words are the truth!

"what's your name?"

"My name is Xiang. I'm the eldest in the family. You can call me Meng Xiang."

"age?"

"It should be... seven sessions, right?"

"Seven years old?"

Yang Ling looked at the slim Meng Xiang with a little surprise. Could she have developed so well at the age of seven?
"It's not seven years old, it's seven meetings!"

Meng Xiang corrected seriously.

Yang Ling suddenly realized, and then was shocked.

He knew that in ancient times, people did not count years, but instead used Yuan, Hui, and Yun to measure the passage of time.

After the birth of human beings, centuries and years were added as units of measurement of time.

In this era when humans are the protagonists of the ancient world, "year" has become the most widely used unit of measurement.

There are twelve sessions in one Yuan, and each session has thirty cycles.

There are twelve generations in one cycle, and each generation lasts thirty years.

In other words, one moment is equal to 10,800 years!
And the Meng Xiang in front of him is already seven years old, which means seventy-five thousand six hundred years!

In other words, according to the human measurement method, this woman who looks no more than twenty years old is actually more than seventy thousand years old!
There is clearly no magical power fluctuation in this woman, yet she has lived for so long. It is obvious that she is not a human cultivator, but comes from a race that looks similar to humans, but is completely different!
"You are... a witch?"

"Yes."

Meng Xiang nodded, then shook her head, "But I'm not a pure Wu warrior. I have some Wu blood in my body."

Yang Ling nodded, not surprised by this answer.

Although he was not familiar with the current situation of the witch clan, he knew that after the witch-demon catastrophe, almost all the remaining witch clan members moved to the underworld, and they were able to survive by relying on the dangerous environment here.

It can be said that the witch clan has now completely left the prehistoric stage and can only quietly lie dormant in the underworld, licking their wounds and hoping for a chance to rise again.

In fact, as early as the period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Wu clan did try to make a comeback. They supported Chi You to expand the power of the Wu clan and attempted to rule the human race.

However, the human race at that time had been vigorously developed by successive emperors, and was at its peak of prosperity. It was no longer a weak race that could be bullied by anyone!
In the end, the witch clan's plan ended in failure.

Their leader Chi You, and eighty-one powerful wizard kings all died on the battlefield.

Since then, the Wu clan has not made any movement.

I guess he knew there was no hope, so he became honest.

After finding out Meng Xiang's origins, Yang Ling thought to himself that this woman from the Wu clan must be very familiar with the underworld since she had lived for so long. It would be a good opportunity to learn more from her.

"Oh right!" He continued to ask, "Just now you said that there are many outsiders coming to the underworld recently. What's going on?"

"Don't you know?" Meng Xiang looked at Yang Ling in surprise, "Aren't you here to look for treasure?"

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly. Strictly speaking, he was indeed here to look for treasure.

But the question is, how did Meng Xiang figure it out?

At this time, Meng Xiang seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly realized: "I understand, you outsiders like to hide things, fearing that the news will leak out and attract more treasure hunters!
But for those of us living in the underworld, the news that the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is about to be opened is not a strange thing. "

"The Secret Realm of Huangquan?"

Yang Ling frowned. He didn't expect that there would be such a thing as a secret realm in this netherworld.

Ever since the time he visited the Xianglengquan Secret Realm, he has known that the so-called secret realms are actually some ownerless small worlds.

These secret realms may contain treasures left behind by previous owners, or they may naturally produce some rare treasures.

For example, the Luobao Money and Wudao Tea Trees that were grown in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm last time.

Of course, that possibility is very small.

Most secret realms are desolate inside and there is nothing valuable!
"It seems that you are not here to look for treasure."

Seeing Yang Ling's suspicious expression, Meng Xiang nodded with some relief, and then took the initiative to introduce: "It is said that in ancient times, three great men fought a great battle in the Netherworld, and directly smashed the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld into pieces!
Later, it was the Queen Mother Hou Tu who reshaped the broken Netherworld together, but some of the Netherworld fragments were lost in the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, and eventually formed the current Yellow Spring Secret Realm. "

After hearing this, Yang Ling's heart was slightly moved. He looked at Meng Xiang and said, "Could it be that the Red Cloud Ancestor is among those three great powers?"

"You have heard of this legend!" Meng Xiang nodded and said seriously: "The ones who fought in the underworld were the Red Cloud Ancestor, Kunpeng Demon Master and the Underworld Leader! After the Yellow Spring Secret Realm was formed, it opened once every once in a while, and every time it opened, it would attract countless immortals and gods to come and search for treasures!

It is said that when the Yellow Spring Secret Realm was first opened, even the Kunpeng Demon Master and the Underworld Master went in to search personally... You should know what they were looking for, right?"

"Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

"Yes, it is the Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Meng Xiang said leisurely and fascinatedly: "It is said that the primordial purple energy can make people achieve enlightenment and become saints. Unfortunately, Ancestor Hongyun was unlucky and was killed by Demon Master Kunpeng and the Lord of the Styx before he could become a saint. That ray of primordial purple energy was lost..."

When Yang Ling heard this, his mind started to race.

If it is true as Meng Xiang said, even the two powerful Kunpeng and Minghe went to search in the Huangquan Secret Realm, could it be that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was really lost in the Huangquan Secret Realm?
Although Yang Ling saw in the memory fragments of Patriarch Hongyun that he threw a jade bottle into the Wangchuan River, he could not be sure that the Hongmeng Purple Qi was hidden in the jade bottle.

Therefore, he felt it was necessary to go to the Yellow Spring Secret Realm to take a look.

After all, the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is essentially the original battlefield. If we can find clues related to Ancestor Hongyun in it, perhaps the hope of finding the Hongmeng Purple Qi will be greater.

"Then do you know the exact location of the secret realm?" Yang Ling asked tentatively.

Meng Xiang nodded: "Of course I know, I went in when the secret realm was opened last time, but I still have to pick forget-me-nots and red spider lilies, otherwise I would take you there."

Yang Ling frowned slightly and asked curiously, "What are you collecting these forget-me-nots and red spider lilies for?"

“This is my latest discovery.”

Mentioning this, Meng Xiang immediately showed great enthusiasm, "You should know that before reincarnation, the dead souls in the netherworld need to drink the water of the Wangchuan River to erase their memories of their past lives, right?"

The water of the Forgotten River?
Yang Ling frowned slightly. Isn't it Meng Po soup?
Is it possible that there is no Meng Po in the underworld at this time?
Seeing his puzzled expression, Meng Xiang asked curiously, "You don't even know about the Wangchuan Water? The Wangchuan Water is the water in the Wangchuan River. After the dead soul drinks it, they will forget all the past lives.

However, some memories are too deep to be erased even by the water of the River of Oblivion. These dead souls carry their memories with them into reincarnation, which often causes some major chaos!"

Yang Ling nodded to show his understanding.

Erasing the memories of the dead is extremely important and is the key to reincarnation.

If the dead souls were reincarnated with the memories of their past lives, the world would be in complete chaos.

At this time, Meng Xiang's eyes flashed with excitement, and then he said: "Not long ago, I accidentally discovered that if you add a proper amount of forget-me-not and red spider lily to the water of the Wangchuan River, plus a few other herbs, their medicinal effects can interact with the Wangchuan water, and the effect can be greatly improved.

In this way, those deeper memories can be completely cleared.”

A strange light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise, with some vague guesses in his heart.

"If it is really as you said, then this is a great merit!"

Clearing the memories of the dead is of great significance to the six realms of reincarnation. If it succeeds, there will definitely be a huge amount of merit!
"Unfortunately, this is just my guess. I have tried it many times and it has not worked."

Meng Xiang shook her head, a bitter look on her face: "Now no one believes that I can make the Forget Worry Pill! Even the herbs in the tribe are not allowed to touch me anymore, so I can only come out to collect Forget Worry Grass and Red Spider Lily by myself."

"Genius is always misunderstood... Wait a minute!"

Yang Ling wanted to say something to comfort her, but suddenly realized something was wrong. "Shouldn't you collect forget-me-nots and red spider lilies to make soup?"

"Making soup?"

Meng Xiang showed a trace of confusion in her eyes, and then said in surprise: "Yes, if we use these materials to make pills, the main ingredient, Wangchuan Water, will be consumed too much!
If it is used to make decoctions, it can not only retain the effect of the Forget-Me-Not Water to the maximum extent, but also incorporate the medicinal effects of the Forget-Me-Not and the Red Spider Lily into it!
I understand! I understand! "

Meng Xiang became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. She no longer cared to say anything more to Yang Ling. She turned around and walked towards the barren hills in the distance, lowering her head to look for possible forget-me-nots and red spider lilies.

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he immediately released his divine sense to carefully explore the ground within a radius of hundreds of miles. Soon, he found a few forget-me-nots among an inconspicuous pile of rocks.

He walked over quickly, picked the herbs carefully, and then found a patch of blooming red spider lilies nearby.

He dug up dozens of plants with mud and soil, and then brought these herbs to Meng Xiang. The latter still came up empty-handed and didn't find even a single plant. Anxiety was written all over her face.

When she saw the forget-me-nots and red spider lilies that Yang Ling sent her, a look of surprise suddenly flashed across her face.

"Great! These are enough to make a pot of medicine... It's a pity that I don't have the utensils, otherwise I would..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw rays of pale golden light coming from all directions and slowly hovering in front of her.

This was the golden essence within a hundred miles in radius, which was drawn over by Yang Ling with his powerful magic power. Then, under his control, it gradually condensed into substance and finally formed a huge copper pot.

The pot is thick, exudes a faint metallic luster, and looks very sturdy.

Yang Ling drew a stream of water from the Wangchuan River into the copper pot, then activated a trace of the Burning Technique spiritual energy and began to heat the copper pot.

"What else do you need?"

"That's enough. I'll bring the other materials with me!" Meng Xiang said excitedly, "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome. You developed Meng Po... ahem, what you did is a good deed that benefits the Three Realms and Six Paths, so I will naturally provide some help within my ability.

By the way, my name is Yang Ling, and I am a disciple of the Great Purity Saint, the leader of the Human Cult!"

Yang Ling readily introduced himself and his purpose was very simple.

Since he had come across the development of Meng Po Soup, a good deed that was beneficial to the three realms and six paths, there was no reason for him not to take part in it.

Upon hearing his identity, Meng Xiang's eyes widened and her surprise was beyond words.

She was still secretly on guard. After all, in this netherworld, most people as kind-hearted as Yang Ling had bad intentions.

But now that she knew Yang Ling's identity, she felt much more relaxed.

How could a disciple of a saint have any bad intentions?

(End of this chapter)