Your Mouths Are Too Foul

Wang Jianqiang originally planned to borrow some Foundation Establishment Pills from a few unlucky people on the way to help Wang Yuyao complete Foundation Establishment.

But he didn't know if everyone had gone to the core area or if he was just extremely unlucky.

They didn't encounter a single person until they reached the core area.

"Is this the Cold Pool?"

In the core area.

Wang Jianqiang, Wang Yuyao, and Ye Qingxue looked ahead.

About a hundred zhang away from them, there was a pool of water with a diameter of about three zhang.

The pool water was clear, and it was surrounded by mist.

This mist was not water vapor but transformed from the cold air.

Even from a hundred zhang away, the three of them could hardly bear it.

"Here."

Wang Jianqiang took out three Cold Pearls. He kept one for himself and gave the other two to Wang Yuyao and Ye Qingxue respectively.

Along the way, they had hunted a large number of native creatures, and these three Cold Pearls had already been fused to the highest level.

After holding the Cold Pearls, the feeling of coldness disappeared immediately.

Wang Jianqiang looked at the blue - colored little bird on his shoulder. "Little Chick, you wait outside."

Little Chick was the name he gave to the blue - colored little bird.

At first, Little Chick strongly resisted this name, but in the end, it couldn't resist Wang Jianqiang's dominance.

After Wang Jianqiang finished speaking.

Little Chick nodded human - like.

It extremely disliked the aura of the Cold Pool.

If it weren't for Wang Jianqiang leading the way, it wouldn't even have come close to this place.

After receiving Wang Jianqiang's order, it flew towards a distant iceberg without hesitation.

Wang Jianqiang and the other two came to the edge of the Cold Pool and jumped in.

The three of them kept diving down.

The Cold Pool seemed bottomless. After diving for most of a day, they still hadn't reached the bottom.

Fortunately, the Cold Pearls not only blocked the cold force of the Cold Pool but also allowed them to breathe normally in the pool water. Moreover, they also blocked the gravity of the pool water.

Otherwise, even if they weren't crushed by the gravity of the pool water, they would probably have suffocated long ago.

After all, they couldn't completely hold their breath like Core Formation cultivators.

Although they could hold their breath for a long time, they still couldn't go without breathing for most of a day.

After diving for another day, they finally reached the bottom of the Cold Pool.

The Cold Pool was shaped like a trumpet.

The entrance was small, but it became wider as they went down.

At the bottom of the Cold Pool, it was as vast as a small world.

Wang Jianqiang looked around and felt a headache.

He originally thought the Cold Pool was of limited size, and it should be easy to find the herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills at the bottom of the Cold Pool.

Who would have thought it would be so big.

He looked at Wang Yuyao and Ye Qingxue. "I need to collect some herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills. Does anyone of you know any clues?"

Ye Qingxue pondered for a moment. "I can find them."

Wang Jianqiang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise. "Little Snow is really amazing. She's not only capable but also capable."

Ye Qingxue blushed and pretended not to hear. She took out a palm - sized compass to identify the direction.

"Follow me."

After saying that, she took the lead and walked in one direction.

Wang Jianqiang and Wang Yuyao immediately followed.

...

A few days later.

A square paved with blue stones appeared in front of them.

The blue - stone ground was in a state of disrepair, filled with an ancient atmosphere.

In the center of the square stood a black stele.

Around the stele, dozens of figures were engaged in a chaotic battle.

"They're competing for the futons," Ye Qingxue said firmly, looking at the battle in the square from afar.

Futons?

Wang Jianqiang and Wang Yuyao cast their glances at the area beside the stele.

It was discovered that eighteen high platforms were built around the stone stele, and there were shabby futons placed on some of the platforms.

The battle in the square seemed chaotic.

In fact, it all erupted around the platforms with futons.

"What's the use of these futons?" Wang Jianqiang looked at Ye Qingxue.

"The futons are the keys to enter the medicine garden. As long as you sit cross - legged on the futon and communicate with the stone stele with your spiritual sense, you can be teleported into the medicine garden," Ye Qingxue said.

Hearing her words, Wang Jianqiang's expression changed. "What is the medicine garden?"

Ye Qingxue said, "The medicine garden is a strange space where all kinds of spiritual herbs are planted. It is said to be the relic left by an ancient power."

"Are there herbs for refining Foundation - Building Pills in the medicine garden?"

"Yes, and there are also many other precious herbs," Ye Qingxue nodded.

Wang Jianqiang's eyes lit up, but he didn't rush into the square immediately. Instead, he carefully observed the battle situation in the square.

There were disciples from four major forces in the square.

There were also quite a few among the top ten.

But what puzzled him a bit was that the top - ranked disciples of the top two among the four major forces were nowhere to be seen.

Could they not have found this place?

It couldn't be, right?

It would be okay if one or two didn't find it. But it would be too much of a coincidence if none of them found it.

Ye Qingxue saw the confusion on Wang Jianqiang's face and seemed to guess what was on his mind. "There are eighteen high platforms in the square. Correspondingly, there should also be eighteen futons."

"Now there are only futons on eight platforms."

"The other ten futons should have been snatched away."

"You mean that the top - notch disciples of the four major forces have already entered the medicine garden?" Wang Jianqiang suddenly understood.

No wonder the top two disciples of each sect were missing. It turned out that they had already entered the medicine garden.

"Let's go. Let's also grab a few spots."

Wang Jianqiang said to the two women and took the lead to approach a high platform in the square.

Beside the high platform, seven figures were in a chaotic fight.

In an explosion, a man was sent flying out.

He was full of anger and was about to rush back when he suddenly saw a hunched figure with a strong stench of decay approaching.

"Old guy, at an age when you're almost in the grave, you still come out for adventures?"

He sneered and rushed over menacingly.

He had been beaten up and was in a fit of rage. This old guy looked easy to bully, and it was just right to take out his anger on him.

Just as Wang Jianqiang was approaching the high platform, he suddenly saw a figure charging at him.

His face remained unchanged, and he didn't even show the slightest intention to fight.

"Yuyao, it's up to you."

As his calm voice fell, a gorgeous flying sword like it was cast from ice crystals instantly shot out from behind him.

Puff!

The charging figure froze, and his chest was instantly pierced through.

Crackle~

Crackle~

...

His body was instantly frozen and then fell to the ground, shattering into more than a dozen pieces.

Although this battle here was short.

But the fleeting icy cold aura caught the attention of the six people who were fighting beside the high platform.

Two disciples from the Joy Union Sect among them were stunned when they saw Wang Jianqiang.

"It's the useless Wang!"

"He can actually enter the cold pool and come here!"

Then they saw Wang Yuyao behind Wang Jianqiang.

"It's Wang Yuyao. So it's thanks to Wang Yuyao's help. No wonder..."

"I really don't know what Wang Yuyao is thinking, actually bringing such a burden."

However, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, at this critical moment, they didn't show it. Instead, they said to Wang Yuyao,

"Wang Yuyao, how about joining us to compete for the futons here?"

"We'll share the harvest in the medicine garden later."

Among the remaining four people, two were from the Myriad Swords Sect and two were from the True Yang Sect.

The three forces were originally evenly matched.

If there was one more person from the Joy Union Sect, it would surely overpower the other two sides.

Therefore, upon hearing what the two people from the Joy Union Sect said, the faces of the four people all instantly turned ugly.

"Sorry, we don't want to form an alliance. We just want to enjoy it alone." Wang Jianqiang forced a smile.

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, the faces of the two people from the Joy Union Sect darkened. "Useless Wang, who do you think you are? Where do you get the right to speak here?"

Right after their words fell, a cold voice came immediately, "His decision is what I mean."

"Besides, your mouths are too foul. I'll help you tear them apart."

An extremely icy and bone-chilling aura suddenly erupted.

The faces of the two people instantly changed drastically.

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