Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

The scene inside the valley was even more shocking. It was as prosperous as ever, perhaps even more so than in the past. Shops lined both sides of the streets, vendors were as numerous as clouds, and cries of hawkers rose and fell, trading all sorts of medicinal herbs, Ores, and Magic Treasures brimming with Spiritual Qi. Cultivators shouldered through the crowd, their cultivation ranging from Qi Refining to Golden Core, each with violent fluctuations of spiritual power and faces mostly wearing a mixture of greed, urgency, and vigilance.

The air was thick with the complex scents of various Spirit Medicines, Medicinal Pills, and spices, so dense it wouldn’t dissipate. A single breath made one’s blood boil and heart grow restless.

“Quite a... valley of desire.” Su Muxue held her breath slightly, her Taiyin Star Power operating automatically to cleanse the confusing Qi invading her body and keep her mind clear. She could feel that the stray thoughts, desires, greed, and jealousy emitted by the countless Cultivators here were being amplified and interwoven by an invisible force, forming a massive, foul web of intent that shrouded the entire valley, constantly eroding everyone’s state of mind.

Nangong Xuan’s Nirvana Dao Rhyme enveloped his body, keeping all thoughts from invading as he calmly scanned his surroundings. He discovered that the deeper they went into the valley, the higher the Cultivators’ cultivation seemed to be, but the less clarity there was in their eyes, replaced instead by obsession and fanaticism.

“The power of mars has been operating here for a long time, deeply integrated with the Leylines and human desires,” he said deeply. “I’m afraid it won’t be easy to deal with.”

The two moved forward carefully, trying to find the source of the abnormal Spiritual Qi in the valley. The closer they got to the center of the valley, the more magnificent the buildings became, and the higher the grade of the spiritual items that appeared, but the fighting also became more frequent and bloody. They often saw two parties who had just completed a transaction draw their blades against each other over a single disagreement or suspicion of withholding something, while those around them mostly watched coldly, or even eagerly waited to snatch the victor’s spoils.

Order here had already become a thing of the past.

Just as they crossed a busy street, a violent fluctuation of spiritual power and a clamor of voices suddenly came from ahead.

In front of a magnificent pavilion, a large crowd had gathered. In the center of the crowd, two Early Golden Core Cultivators were fighting over a seven-colored Ganoderma flowing with rosy light. Sword Qi and blade glows crisscrossed, leaving the street in a mess of ruins.

Instead of stopping them, the surrounding crowd constantly cheered and jeered. Various intents of greed, jealousy, and schadenfreude intertwined and spread, like fuel thrown into that invisible fire of confusion, making the eyes of the two fighting men grow blood-red and their strikes more vicious, reaching a point of a life-and-death struggle.

“Is that... the scent of the ‘heart-confusing orchid’?” Su Muxue suddenly whispered to Nangong Xuan, pointing to an inconspicuous orchid next to the contested seven-colored Ganoderma that was emitting a faint pink mist. That pink mist merged into the air, silently affecting the emotions of everyone around.

Nangong Xuan’s gaze narrowed. “More than that. The Ganoderma itself has been tampered with, injected with violent medicinal power that can further incite human greed.”

This was clearly a trap! Someone was deliberately using Spirit Medicine to provoke fighting and harvest the chaotic intent!

Just as one of the Cultivators was about to be heavily injured—

“Stop!”

A cold, delicate shout descended from the sky, and a plain white figure drifted into the arena. With a light wave of her jade hand, a soft yet undeniably majestic ripple of spiritual power spread out, instantly separating the two combatants.

The newcomer was a woman dressed in a plain white gown with a light veil over her face. Her figure was graceful and her temperament was cold and ethereal, completely out of place in the surrounding impetuous environment. Her cultivation had surprisingly reached the Late Golden Core Stage.

“It’s Fairy Jinglian!” someone in the crowd whispered.

“She’s meddling in other people’s business again!”