Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives

As soon as the two of them approached, their expressions changed drastically at the scene before them.

A ball of black miasma surrounded five or six disciples.

At this moment, the miasma had already entered their bodies.

Their eyes turned black as they fell to the ground in pain and wailed.

"Not good." Liu Nanzhi frowned, extremely anxious.

Shen Ran quickly approached and pulled up a disciple on the ground. He condensed spiritual energy in his palm, wanting to force out the miasma in his body.

The moment he raised his palm, the disciple's expression suddenly changed drastically and he stopped wailing.

"Boom!!!"

The disciple opened his mouth and endless miasma spewed out.

The other disciples seemed to be controlled by something and quickly surrounded Shen Ran and Liu Nanzhi, making strange sounds.

"Tsk tsk tsk…"

"Tsk tsk tsk…"

"What do we do now?" Liu Nanzhi raised her sword in defense.

These fellow disciples were clearly controlled by the miasma, but if they were injured, it would be equivalent to harming their fellow disciples.

Liu Nanzhi looked nervous. She looked at Shen Ran and said in a low voice, "We can't stay here forever. It will consume a lot of spiritual energy."

Shen Ran naturally understood this too. Then he jumped up and attacked these disciples first without injuring them.

Then Shen Ran quickly looked around and discovered a huge tree covered in vines not far away.

He quickly pulled out the vines from the tree and tied up these disciples.

With a shout, an extremely powerful light wave sent these disciples out of the forest.

After doing this, Shen Ran dragged Liu Nanzhi away from this place.

After the few of them escaped from this poisonous miasma forest, Shen Ran looked at his fellow disciples who were tied up, their expressions were ugly.

"This miasma is very poisonous and has the effect of corroding the essence of the soul."

"If this drags on, they'll turn into puppets."

Shen Ran's expression was solemn. The key was that he could not find a way to cure the poison for the time being.

And it was even more impossible to seek help from others now.

"What do we do now?" Liu Nanzhi looked apologetic.

She could not help Shen Ran. She was equally exhausted and could only worry.

Shen Ran focused for a moment and suddenly thought of something. He said with a heavy expression, "I can only take the risk."

Liu Nanzhi was puzzled. "Your Highness Shen, what idea do you have?"

Shen Ran looked in a certain direction and asked, "We passed by a cold spring before coming to this forest just now, remember?"

Liu Nanzhi instantly understood what Shen Ran meant.

Generally, things with cold energy could suppress poison. They could also be used to cultivate rich internal energy and achieve twice the results with half the effort. However, this was only for experts.

If an ordinary cultivator cultivated in an extremely cold environment, they might not be able to stabilize their mind and would go berserk.

Moreover, a piece of cold jade outside the mystic realm was enough to stimulate one's internal strength.

And they had just passed by a cold spring.

Not a single blade of grass grew around the cold spring. No one dared to approach 500 meters above the cold spring.

It was indeed very dangerous to throw these fellow disciples into the cold spring to control the toxicity of the miasma.

"But the temperature of this cold spring is extremely low. They may not survive." Liu Nanzhi was a little worried.

Shen Ran said seriously, "They will become puppets in less than half an hour. Instead of that, why don't we give it a try?"

"Don't you have the heart of the Fusang Tree just now? Can I borrow it?" Shen Ran looked at Liu Nanzhi.

Liu Nanzhi quickly nodded. "Of course. This tree's heart was given to me by His Highness Shen."

Shen Ran quickly brought the six disciples to the cold spring they had just passed by.

Although this was a cold spring, it was more like a cold pool.

The entire cold pool was more than 300 square meters. It was shrouded in mist and emitted a chill. No living creature dared to approach.

"This place is safe. No one will disturb us." Shen Ran led these disciples into the cold pool.

As expected, the miasma was quickly suppressed and they became awake.

"Ahhh! It's so cold…"

"Your Highness Shen…"

"What's going on? It's so cold!!"

…

After these disciples woke up, they knew nothing about the sudden situation.

Liu Nanzhi explained, "You're poisoned by the miasma. Now, I can only use the Cold Pond Water to suppress the poison and then find an antidote for you."

"Thank you, Your Highness Shen. Thank you, Ninth Princess."

The six of them circulated the spiritual power in their bodies to resist the cold as they spoke respectfully.

Shen Ran was expressionless. Then he used his spiritual power to activate the tree heart.

"Boom!!!"

He activated the tree heart and injected the dancing red flames into the cold lake.

In an instant, the surrounding mist became even more heroic, completely blocking their vision.

Liu Nanzhi looked at Shen Ran through the misty scenery. Only then did she dare to show her love and hide it carefully.

Shen Ran retracted the tree heart and said seriously, "With the flames of this tree heart, you should be able to withstand the temperature in the cold pool. It can suppress the miasma, but it's not enough to injure your internal energy."

The disciples were even more touched. "Thank you, Your Highness Shen."

"There's no need for formalities." Shen Ran waved his hand and quickly left with Liu Nanzhi.

They met no one else along the way.

However, the antidote to this miasma was not easy to find.

The two of them had no choice but to return to the sky above the miasma forest.

"This miasma comes from this forest. I believe there will be an antidote inside." Shen Ran turned to look at Liu Nanzhi and advised, "This place is filled with danger. Ninth Princess, you don't have to follow me."

Liu Nanzhi's heart subconsciously tightened. She said worriedly, "Let me follow you so that I can take care of you."

However, Shen Ran insisted, "There's no need. There's another matter that I need the Ninth Princess's help. Go to the Cold Pool, in case the flames in the tree heart dissipate, you activate it with spiritual power."

Liu Nanzhi had no choice but to agree.

After seeing that Shen Ran had already entered the forest, her expression was filled with reluctance and loneliness.

At this moment, Shen Ran mobilized his spiritual energy as a barrier and entered the forest.

There was silence inside except for the occasional chirp of insects.

The deeper he went, the higher the concentration of the miasma. It was to the point where he could not tell the path ahead.

Shen Ran could no longer use his spiritual power to cover it and judge the danger ahead.

It seems that the source of the miasma is ahead. Shen Ran quickened his pace, wanting to find the source of the miasma.

Soon, he saw the source of the densest miasma. It was something like an altar,

Could someone be here?

Shen Ran remained vigilant and observed the pattern of the altar layout in front of him.

A huge stone altar was placed in the middle. Around it were eight stone pillars. Each pillar was chained and bound, and the chains were covered in old red marks.

Looking closely, Shen Ran's expression changed slightly. Is it blood?

Is this chain soaked in blood?

And this miasma kept pouring out of the stone altar in the middle, as if it was endless.