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With Yun Yi's interpretation, the hope in our hearts grew stronger. "If this mural is real, we might soon find the Qingxin Grass," I said, looking at Yun Yi with joy sparkling in my eyes.
Yun Yi took my hand and said, "But we must not let our guard down. Mo Wuhen's people will not give up easily on you and the Azure Blood Sword. They may still be tracking us from behind, and we need to be prepared for anything."
We carefully studied the mural in the cave, trying to extract all possible information. As we delved deeper into the interpretation, we realized that this was not merely a map but more like a trial. To reach the place depicted in the mural where the Qingxin Grass grows, we would have to pass through several very dangerous areas. Especially this one spot, which was an essential route to obtain the Qingxin Grass. A hint of seriousness crept into Yun Yi's voice as he pointed to an area near the Qingxin Grass on the map.
I had seen that place before in ancient texts—the Poison Fog Marsh. The texts described this marsh as being shrouded in poisonous fog year-round, with legends claiming it concealed countless rare herbs and various deadly snakes and beasts. However, the most terrifying aspect was that the ever-present poisonous fog not only eroded a person's inner strength but could also induce hallucinations with just a moment's carelessness, causing many martial arts masters to lose their way and even turn against each other. It was indeed a place of death.
Nevertheless, we could not easily give up. Yun Yi and I followed the clues from the mural, trekking over steep cliffs and through dark deathly forests. Though we faced numerous crises along the way, we overcame them all.
Days later, we finally stepped into this cursed marsh. Although we knew it was dangerous, we had no choice but to press on. The poisonous fog enveloped this land like a purple veil, gently covering it in death. As soon as I entered the marsh, I felt it slowly eroding my inner strength, like countless tiny needles piercing my meridians, bringing waves of pain.
"This poisonous fog is even more dangerous than I imagined," I muttered to myself.
"Wait, take this detoxification pill first," Yun Yi said as he produced a pill from his belongings and handed it to me. This pill was a secret remedy from my sect; while it couldn't completely negate the fog's effects, it could still work wonders.
After taking the detoxification pill, we began to venture deeper into the marsh. Each step was taken with utmost caution—not only were we wary of sinking into the deadly mire beneath our feet but also of disturbing any lurking poisonous snakes or beasts hidden within the mist.
As we gradually delved deeper into the marsh, the purple fog thickened even more, beginning to blur our vision. The fog seemed alive as it coiled around us, attempting to invade our very insides. Yun Yi's brow furrowed tightly; I knew he felt the same loss of inner strength and encroaching hallucinations as I did.
"Ling Xue," he said in a low voice, "we seem to have underestimated this poisonous fog; the detoxification pill's effects are waning. We must find a way to resist it."
I nodded, understanding that if we couldn't solve this problem, we might never escape this marsh.
As they say, where there is poison, there must be an antidote within three zhang; surely there were herbs here that could counteract the fog.
Wait! I remembered that ancient texts mentioned a flower called Mist Veil Flower growing in Poison Fog Marsh. This extraordinary flower could bloom amidst the poisonous fog and absorb its essence for nourishment.
It had to be it! "Only the Mist Veil Flower can help us resist this poisonous fog."
A glimmer of light flashed in Yun Yi's eyes as he nodded vigorously. "Alright, let's go find the Mist Veil Flower first. But before that, we need to find a place to rest and recover our strength."
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