Mo Zi Chen said impatiently, "You're such a nagging man, how can you just leave me behind? I've already said I won't go, why would you abandon me?" She looked around and said, "You should be able to make it now, otherwise we'll take advantage of the fact that we haven't been discovered yet and hurry out of the mountain. Maybe there's a chance for us to escape."

  After finishing speaking, she quickly went to cut the wild grass on the side, preparing to weave it into a rope. It seemed that she was going to tie him up and carry him on her back.

  The man coughed a few times and said, "No. That Taoist priest must be a loose cultivator who grew up in this mountain. He must have a treasure that can detect traces. If we run around in the mountains, it will only take a moment for him to discover us."

  "He said in a low voice: 'It's better to hide here. As long as we can conceal ourselves and not be discovered by him, there might still be a glimmer of hope!'"

  At this time, he seemed to have recovered a bit of energy and would no longer spit blood when speaking, but still spoke very cautiously and never wasted words.

  He took a deep breath and said: "I have a pouch in my bosom, inside which there is a yellow paper talisman, you take it out."

  Mo Zi Chen was also familiar with it, and soon found the leather pouch from his arms. Inside, there was indeed a talisman, on which were painted strange symbols in an unknown pigment, making her dizzy just by looking at them for a moment. She couldn't help but say: "You immortals aren't all equipped with various magical treasures? If you're more powerful than him, can't you just take out one of your treasures and get rid of that ghostly Daoist?"

  The man couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, seemingly frustrated by her ignorance, yet not wanting to waste his breath explaining things to an ordinary person. He simply said: "There's no such thing as a fairy in this world. I'm just a Taoist cultivator. Anybody who cultivates the Tao uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as their foundation. Even if they use the lowest-grade spiritual instrument, they need to mobilize the primordial energy of heaven and earth. Now that I've been seriously injured and my meridians are all damaged, I can't even mobilize a single thread of heavenly energy. That's why I can only rely on these talismans that were prepared in advance. Even so, if you're not someone with a spiritual root, but just an ordinary person, they would still be useless."

  Mo Zi Chen had never heard of such sayings before, and she was very curious. She said: "What do you mean by that, Ling Gen? What is a spiritual root?"

  The man rolled his eyes, turned away, seemingly not wanting to say more, but Mo Zi Chen looked at him with great interest. He had no choice but to say: "What is meant by spiritual root is that it is born with you, hidden in your blood vessels, and can communicate with the heaven and earth's primordial energy as a bridge. Only those who possess spiritual roots can enter the immortal cultivation realm and cultivate the immortal way. Otherwise, even if you make more efforts, it will be useless."

  Mo Zi Chen seemed to understand, but thought of that night when she heard the old Taoist say that the Ren brothers were also people with spiritual roots, so she said: "According to you, I can also go cultivate immortality, can I become as powerful as that old man?" Apparently, in her impression, Zhang Jian was still a very powerful person, at least now he could chase them all over the place.

  The man said faintly, "Not bad! However, cultivators in this world also have differences of three six nine grades. That Taoist priest is just a low-ranking loose cultivator. I come from the Jiuhua Xian Sect, with nine factions within the sect, standing proudly above the continent of China. All fellow cultivators on the same path can't help but look up to me."

  His tone was clearly disdainful of Zhang Jian, with a hint of superiority from the bottom up, and even more so for ordinary people, which made Mo Zi Chen feel quite uncomfortable.

  She couldn't help but curl her lip and mutter to herself: You talk so tough, yet you're being chased all over the mountains, almost dying here.

  She grabbed the talisman taken out by the man and said: "What is this used for?"

  The man said: "This is a divine talisman."

  Mo Zi Chen's eyes widened: "Is it a treasure that can travel thousands of miles in an instant, hundreds of times faster than a fine horse?"

  The man couldn't help but laugh and cry, "If I were in top form, my abilities would be endless, but with your current foundation that hasn't even entered the gate, you can at most run out of this mountain."

  Mo Zi Chen said, "That's also very impressive. Hey, at least you can keep those guys at a distance, hey, you said you're from the Dà Mén Pài, there must be many brothers under your command, it shouldn't just be a lone wolf, right?"

  The man's face suddenly turned stiff, and after a moment, he said: "I am from the Taihua branch of the Jiuhua Xianzong, with no master, although there are many fellow disciples, but this time, only I came out alone, they are at least ten thousand miles away..."

  Mo Zi Chen furrowed his brow, "What's the use of this thing?"

  The man said: "I want you to escape first, and then help me set up a formation. When my fellow disciples find out, they will naturally come to make trouble..."

  Mo Zi Chen grasped the talisman, not listening to his words, but instead sizing him up with a playful gaze. After a moment, he said, "Forget it, you don't have to treat me like a naive rookie who's never been in the jianghu.Your intention is still to let me escape alone? A man acting so nagging and tedious, how annoying."

  The man was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to say such a thing, and involuntarily turned his head away.

  At this time, Mo Zi Chen said: "You have such a powerful talisman, don't you have one that can be used to deal with the enemy?"

  The man said, "I'm currently injured and can't summon the primordial energy of heaven and earth. I have no choice but to borrow your hand, and at most use some lower-level talismans like this one. Otherwise, you won't be able to withstand such powerful primordial energy."

  Mo Zi Chen said: "Isn't there anything that can cure your injury?"

  The man shook his head: "I was hit by the ancient cultivator's legacy, and my body's yuanqi was completely severed. I can only slowly nourish my meridians, but unfortunately, the spiritual stones on me were destroyed in that battle. If I had a few dozen low-grade spiritual stones to help me set up a gathering spirit array, maybe I could barely muster one strike..."

  Mo Zi Chen didn't understand what the man meant by "Ling Stone", and thought it was probably something unique to the Xianxia world, so he excitedly said: "Ling Stone, is there any in this mountain? I'll help you find it!"

  The man's mouth curled up with a hint of a smile, as if Mo Zi Chen's words were utterly ignorant, "Soul stones aren't that easy to find..."

  Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw something in Mo Zichen's arms and was taken aback, his eyes fixed on it.

  Mo Zi Chen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and he didn't know why the man's gaze had suddenly become so fiery. The man then asked, "What is that in your arms?"

  Mo Zi Chen was stunned, she dragged the man out of the cave, already exhausted, and didn't care about what he had on him. She reached into her bosom and pulled out the jade seal she had brought all the way from the capital.

  The man said with a piercing gaze: "This thing, lend it to me for a use!"