I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 201 A Genius That Can Be Counted
Ren Zhen woke up, twitching the corners of his mouth in pain, and let out a low howl in his throat.

"He's awake!" A female voice shouted, and walked away quickly, the felt wool rustling.

There was a scent of incense in his nose, his vision was dim, and he could vaguely distinguish complex dark patterns, as if he was wrapped in a fur blanket.

Ren Zhen remembered the situation before he fainted, the oncoming space turbulence, and the nearly collapsed passage.He gritted his teeth and inspected the injuries in his body. The meridians were damaged, and the bones were full of cracks. Fortunately, he had "Dysmenorrhea" in his body, but he was not lucky for the time being, and he would be able to recover within a week.

The dark room was opened, the dazzling white light was fleeting, and he walked towards Ren Zhen with rapid breathing and soft steps.He squinted at the person coming, and looked at himself with long eyelashes fluttering. His facial features were delicate and his eyes were slightly wheat-colored. The intricately braided braids were covered with pearls and stones, and the neckline of the bright red robe was trimmed with black thin velvet.

"Where is this?" Ren Zhen stood up and noticed that there was a plainly dressed servant behind the woman in front of him.

"People from the Central Plains, where did you come from?" The woman with long eyelashes did not intend to answer the question, her tone was awe-inspiring.

"I don't know." Ren Zhen perfunctory, thinking that he should have been knocked into the small world by the turbulence.He sat up and looked at the woman in front of him again. It seemed that she was only twenty or eight years old, not much different from him.

"Central Plains people! How dare you..." The maid behind the master pouted her lips to denounce Ren Zhen, but was stopped.

The red-robed girl raised her palms, jingled jade on her hair, and said calmly, "When my sister went to the Central Plains to study art ten years ago, I vowed to treat the Central Plains people kindly from now on, and hope that the Central Plains people will also treat my sister kindly..."

The bright eyes under the long eyelashes turned to Ren Zhen, and then said: "That's why I rescued you and healed you."

Ren Zhen said: "Thank you, have you seen other... Central Plains people? My companions?"

"No, you are the only one lying on the ground within a hundred miles."

Ren Zhen frowned. It seemed that he and the others were separated in the passage and were sent to different coordinates.He secretly prayed that no one would touch that terrifying red official robe.

The dim room was once again illuminated by dazzling white light, and an old man with a white beard in a white felt robe entered.

The white-bearded old man's eyes were big and small, and he looked at Ren Zhen who was sitting by the bed in surprise, muttered something like a cannonball, and grabbed Ren Zhen's arm.

Ren Zhen felt a green aura flowing into his body, frowning and thinking about how to deal with it.

"He is treating you." The woman in red robe said.

The old man with a white beard wrapped his fingers tightly around Ren Zhen's wrist and said a string of words that Ren Zhen couldn't understand.

"You know how to practice?" the red-robed woman asked in amazement, and kept communicating with the white-bearded old man.

Ren Zhen nodded, he couldn't understand the conversation between the two at all, and he didn't intend to hide himself.

"What color spiritual root are you?" the red-robed woman asked.

Ren Zhen didn't know how to answer, does color refer to attributes?Isn't the pseudo-spiritual root of my five attributes not the five-color spiritual root?He tried to answer: "I am the five-color spiritual root."

"Five colors?" The red-robed woman looked surprised and asked: "Can I practice with waste spiritual roots in the Central Plains?"

Ren Zhen frowned slightly and hesitated: "I don't know, I can't remember." He tried to conceal his identity using the simplest method of amnesia.

The red-robed woman raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't quite believe it, and continued to speak to the white-bearded old man in a language that Ren Zhen could not understand.

Seeing that the old man with white beard moved his hand away, Ren Zhen stood up on his own, and staggered towards the door. The "door" is a thick white felt, Ren Zhen lifted the curtain, trying to adapt to the glare of the sun.

The vast grassland undulates towards the sky, the warm wind smoothes the green grass blanket, and the fluffy white clouds pile up on the blue sky.

Ren Zhen was at a loss.

As night fell, Ren Zhen sat cross-legged on the grass, staring blankly at the stars in the sky, thinking about the future countermeasures.

He couldn't tell the difference between this small world and his original world through the arrangement of stars, but there was nothing special about the weeds he picked up casually, as if the small world was just a dewdrop dripping from the big world, and the content was the same.

Ren Zhen got a general understanding of the sphere of influence in this world through the maid's introduction.This piece of land is divided into blocks, the grassland and cold land in the north, and the Central Plains and Nanyue in the south.The tribe that rescued him was a medium-sized tribe on the grassland, and the beautiful woman with long eyelashes was the princess of this tribe.Ren Zhen didn't know where the companions were sent, let alone how to get back. The passage has collapsed now, and the portal that was planned to open in a week may be useless.

The tent he woke up in was just one of the large tents here. It seemed to be the residence of the princess, surrounded by a wooden fence, guarded by guards with machetes in their belts.Ren Zhen was handed over to the only maid who could speak the Central Plains dialect. After the princess gave a few words, she never appeared again.

Ren Zhen kept shaking his palms, feeling the extent of his body's recovery. It seemed that he would be able to withstand the flow of spiritual energy within a few days, and he would be able to recover in a month.He decided to stay here first, and look for Lingxi and the others after his body recovered.This small world is indeed not dangerous. He didn't feel the aura fluctuations from the guards. The guards in charge of protecting the princess in a medium force are just ordinary people. Presumably there will be no particularly powerful people in other places.

The maid led a group of troops to pass by, Ren Zhen couldn't help frowning, he found that most of the soldiers following the maid were wounded, and some were still bleeding.

The maid disappeared into the distance with the wounded soldiers, and soon reappeared alone, holding a handful of firewood towards Ren Zhen.

"You really know how to practice?" The maid raised a bonfire in front of Ren Zhen, and asked Ren Zhen with some doubts.

Ren Zhen nodded, watching the flames rise, sputtering out a few sparks, and curiously looked at the strangely shaped lighter in the maid's hand.

"What's your cultivation level?" The maid asked suspiciously as she carefully put the flint into her fur pocket.

"Golden pill." Ren Zhen replied blankly, reaching out to feel the temperature of the bonfire.

The maid rolled her eyes at Ren Zhen, making an expression of disbelief.

Ren Zhen wanted to know the strength of this world, and asked after deliberation: "What do you think of my cultivation?"

The maid scratched her chin and guessed, "From my point of view, you're just a qi-training person if you hold on to death, otherwise how could you be beaten like that?"

Ren Zhen smiled noncommittally: "What is your princess' cultivation level?"

The maid replied with a serious expression: "Our princess is one of the most talented geniuses in the grassland. She has already reached the eighth level of Qi training at the age of 17. In the future, she will have the opportunity to try to attack the golden elixir! That is a real golden elixir, not what you say .”

(End of this chapter)