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  Nourishing the spirit and cultivating the person.

  Ling Hao stood at the entrance of the station, his expression slightly puzzled.

  This place is adjacent to three heavily polluted cities. Although it is close to Panlong Mountain, the spiritual energy in the air should not be so overwhelming.

  Unless

  Ling Hao's heart moved slightly, and he whispered: "Unless there is a spiritual vein in this place."

  Lingmai is the place that cultivators yearn for, and every time a spiritual vein appears on the Tianlong Continent, it will trigger a scramble among many cultivators.

  Even because of a heavenly spiritual vein, an earth-shaking war broke out.

  Directly destroyed several third-rate sects.

  "Out comes a turn, and indeed there is a harvest, it's just that the spiritual pulse needs to be slowly sought."

  Ling Hao spoke in a low voice, and behind him, Bai Jing stretched her waist and revealed a lazy expression on her charming face: "Little brother, isn't He Xi County a great place? The air is fresh, and the scenery is pleasant."

  "It's much better than Longyuan City."

  Ling Hao nodded slightly and said, "Bai Jie, let's part ways here. I still have things to attend to. If anything comes up, look for me in Longjiang City."

  "Not coming with us?"

  Bai Jing's eyes flashed a hint of loss, but it was fleeting. She smiled and nodded, saying: "So you're from Longjiang City? What's your name? I've been to Longjiang City several times, but I don't even know how to find my own sister."

  "In Longjiang City, everyone calls me Master Ling..."

  The sound drifted further and further away, and Ling Hao's figure slowly disappeared before Bai Jing.

  "Ling Da Shi?" Bai Jing thought for a moment, then said in a bad mood: "Who would call someone 'Da Shi' at such a young age? But if sister wants to find him, it's actually quite simple."

  "Older sister Bai, the bus has arrived, let's go."

  At some point, a Maybach was heard at the entrance of the station, and the girl reminded him beside her.

  Along the road at the entrance of the station, Ling Hao headed west, his mouth slightly curled up.

  "Bai's Group Chairman, it seems Bai Jing's identity is not simple."

  Ling Hao wandered aimlessly on the streets, his eyes scanning around.

  At this time, both sides of the street were already filled with all kinds of camellias.

  The tall ones are as high as apple trees, while the small ones bloom in pots.

  "These camellias have a hint of spiritual energy in them, otherwise they wouldn't be blooming so luxuriantly."

  Ling Hao stopped in his tracks, somewhat astonished.

  In this place of majestic spiritual energy, even plants have spiritual energy.

  "Hey young man, our country's camellias originally had eighty varieties. Legend has it that the immortal bestowed the eighty-first kind, hinting at the number of ninety-nine returning to one."

  "It also symbolizes the auspicious meaning of 99."

  At this time, a silver-haired old man with a hunched back and carrying a bird cage came to Ling Hao's side with one hand behind his back and explained.

  The old man looked just like an elderly gentleman from ancient times.

  Ling Hao was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his fists and asked: "May I ask, sir, where is the most flourishing place for wild mountain tea flowers in Hexi County?"

  The farther away from the spiritual vein, the more magnificent the mountain tea flowers bloom.

  This is an eternal and unchanging thing.

  So, Ling Hao asked with ease.

  "Oh?"

  The old man was taken aback for a moment, then let out a soft sigh and said, "Young man, that place is not somewhere ordinary people can go."

  "Why?"

  Ling Hao furrowed his brow, somewhat perplexed.

  Logically speaking, Lingmai's scenic spot is a perfect place for tourism.

  "This is a place for immortals, how dare we ordinary people intrude." The old man shook his head and continued: "When I was young, I saw with my own eyes the mountain tea flowers that were even taller than high-rise buildings. Unfortunately, later on, the place was shrouded in fog and it's impossible to get in."

  "There are many young people who like adventure and go in, but then there is no news, and it's unknown whether they live or die."

  "In recent years, the government has sealed off the area and no one is allowed in."

  The old man sighed, obviously having infinite yearning for that towering camellia tree.

  Childhood memories, yearning for the 70s and 80s.

  Ling Hao quietly left and didn't plan on letting the old man sigh again, turning left and right Ling Hao entered a ancient-colored tea house.

  The teahouse stands beside the mountain, three stories high, built with brown wood, and is extremely prominent among the surrounding concrete buildings.

  Step by step, at this time there were only a few guests in the tea house.

  Ling Hao casually found a place by the window to sit down, and a waiter wearing an ancient long shirt with a towel on his shoulder quickly ran over and said: "Sir, are you staying at the hotel or having tea?"

  "Can we still stay in this place?"

  Ling Hao glanced around and shook his head secretly, saying: "Have some tea, a pot of the best tea."

  Since it's a county of Camellia, there should be camellias and there should be top-grade tea.

  Camellia is an ornamental flower, but mountain tea camellia is not just for appreciation.

  "Alright!"

  The waiter did not look down on Linghao because of his age and dress, and quickly ran towards the back.

  Taking advantage of this time, Ling Hao's eyes swept across the tea house and fell on another one, his face looking somewhat strange.

  All I saw was a pavilion with four middle-aged men and one woman in white sitting on it.

  The middle-aged man wore a short sleeve on his upper body and half pants on his lower body. The muscles on his calves were extremely strong, and even with every breath of the middle-aged man, the muscles had a rhythmic slight vibration.

  The woman was dressed in white clothes as snowy, with a veil covering her face, and a pair of vast eyes like stars staring motionlessly at the teacup in her hand.

  Her hands were slender and long, with a lustrous sheen on her fingernails, and the whole person looked very elegant.

  "Crossing the Four Tribulations Realm!"

  Under Emperor Tian's gaze, Ling Hao saw through the woman's cultivation with one glance, and was secretly astonished in his heart.

  The woman looked like she was only in her thirties, elegant and beautiful, as if she were a celestial being from another world, untouched by the dust of the mundane.

  At this age, he has reached the fourth layer of Tribulation Realm. Even in the Tianlong Continent, it is impossible for anyone other than a genius to achieve this.

  Crossing the four layers of tribulation realm, it can be said that they have passed through the second tribulation difficulty, and there is a qualitative leap compared to crossing the three layers of tribulation realm.

  However, the woman's internal strength was vast and powerful, but what she cultivated was not a fairy law.

  That's still enough to be amazed at.

  A 30-year-old who has passed the fourth layer of the Tribulation Realm must have a remarkable background.

  The four middle-aged men around the woman were all in Tribulation Realm First or Second Layer.

  A group of five people, all of whom are in a state of tribulation.

  Ling Hao was surprised and also quite interested.

  While Ling Hao was gazing at the woman, the woman slightly furrowed her brow, and those vast eyes swept over the tea house, lingering on Ling Hao for a brief moment before leaving.

  Just now, she clearly felt someone was spying on her, but there wasn't even a single martial artist in the teahouse.

  "It seems I was wrong."

  The woman thought to herself, her red lips lightly touched the tea water, and she turned her head to look out the window.

  "Vigilance is quite high."

  Ling Hao secretly shook his head, still too low in cultivation. If he were also at the fourth layer of Tribulation Realm, even if he saw through the woman, she would absolutely not have any perception.

  "Sir... Your tea is here."

  Before long, the waiter brought a pot of tea over, his eyes secretly scanning the woman's table, and then said brightly: "Sir, our tea in Hexi County is all non-toxic, you can drink the first pot too."

  She finished speaking and began pouring tea for Ling Huan.

  Fragrant aroma, clear tea water.

  It's indeed good tea.

  Ling Hao couldn't help but praise him repeatedly.

  He had heard Han Yexiang say that the first pot of tea was absolutely undrinkable, because there were pesticides on the tea leaves and only the second pot could be drunk.

  However, Hexi County's tea is quite different from others.

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