Chapter 779: Almost overflowing

Chapter 779 is about to overflow

High in the sky.

The majestic mountains below are retreating rapidly.

Lu Xuan stood on a green leaf that was more than two feet long. The wind was howling and his clothes were flying. He was so happy.

He is on his way to Baihua Palace in Liyang Realm.

There were two other people traveling with him, one of whom was a Sanren from Yulin in Qingmu Xingdong with whom he had a close friendship, and who was also good at spiritual cultivation.

After Lu Xuan received the invitation from the Flower Spirit Messenger, he sent a message to Yulin Sanren. When he learned that she had also been invited, he made an appointment to go to Baihua Palace together.

Another thin old man is also a spiritual planter in Tianxing Cave. He is in the middle stage of pill formation and his name is Liang Yong.

“Is it rare for fellow Daoist Lu to leave Thunder Star Cave?”

Yulin Sanren used the leaf magic weapon and asked Lu Xuan softly.

“Compared to other Taoist friends, it is indeed a little less.”

He asked aloud.

Lu Xuan answered truthfully.

He told Lu Xuan the secrets about Baihua Palace.

From a distance, Lu Xuan saw a huge palace standing on the mountainside. The mountain forest was full of exotic flowers and plants, some of which he had never seen before.

A dignified woman stood at the gate of the palace, looking at Lu Xuan and the others with a smile.

“Junior Lu Xuan pays homage to Senior Baihua!”

The palace occupies a very large area and is full of flowers. There are countless exotic flowers floating inside. Various fragrances float into Lu Xuan's mouth and nose, refreshing his heart and mind and making him feel comfortable.

Lu Xuan nodded lightly and had no objection to Baihua Zhenjun sending only one incarnation to greet the three of him.

“I have been invited to attend the banquet twice, and both the guests and the host had a great time. The second time, I unexpectedly received a high-level spiritual seed from the banquet.”

“As for the Hundred Flowers True Lord, he is an early Yuanying cultivator. He is approachable and loves all kinds of exotic flowers in the world. It is said that there is a seventh-grade spiritual flower in the Baihua Palace, which has been refined into many incarnations by the palace master.”

There is an emerald green branch stuck in the black hair on the woman's head. Strange flowers bloom at one end of the branch, and petals fall down one by one, lingering around the woman's body.

Half a day later, the three of them arrived at their destination.

“This is an incarnation of True Lord Baihua.”

“I was lucky enough to attend it a few decades ago. The spiritual planters present were relatively peaceful and nothing unpleasant happened. Fellow Daoist Lu does not need to worry about this.”

He followed behind the Yulin Sanren and the thin old man, and bowed respectfully.

Among the strange flowers, various vegetation and monsters can be seen everywhere. They are not afraid of the monks coming and going, and observe them curiously.

“Hundred-flower nectar has a wonderful taste, can nourish the body and soul, and is even of great benefit to Master Jie Dan. If the quantity is large enough, its value will not be lower than that of a fifth-grade elixir.”

“It’s just that this flower elf has a weird and willful temperament, and the amount of nectar it pours to the monks is entirely determined by its mood.”

“In short, it depends on the fate with it.”

In an instant, Liang Yong introduced the white flower elf to Lu Xuan.

The flower elf took the lead and flew in front of Liang Yong. A green cup floated in front of the old man. Then his slender arms dropped and a stream of thick spiritual liquid poured out from his fingertips.

The spiritual liquid is golden yellow in color and has a fragrant fragrance that makes the pores all over the body open when you smell it.

In the expectant eyes of the thin old man, the spiritual liquid slowly rose in the green cup and stopped after reaching one-third of the height.

“Hey, it’s already more than the previous two times. I remember when I came here for the first time, there was only the bottom of the cup.”

Liang Yong smiled and laughed at himself.

The flower elf looked at Yulin Sanren, and the same green cup flew out, and then golden nectar slowly flowed out from his slender arms.

Yulin Sanren was smiling. When the flower elf retracted his arm, nearly half of the nectar was already in the green cup.

“It seems that I have a good relationship with this flower elf.”

The white flower elf glanced at Lu Xuan, tilted his head, and showed a bit of curiosity in his eyes.

“Maybe it’s my first time here, so it’s a bit unfamiliar.”

Lu Xuan found himself a decent excuse.

“Don’t worry, fellow Daoist Lu, there will definitely be honey from hundreds of flowers.”

The thin old man couldn't bear to drink such a spiritual brew immediately, so he shook the golden spiritual liquid in the cup and said comfortingly.

The flower elf paused, and the same green cup flew in front of Lu Xuan.

The golden spiritual liquid poured out from the slender arms and flowed into the cup.

“Not bad, it’s already more than what I paid for the first time I came here.”

The thin old man said with a smile.

Soon, his smile froze.

I saw more and more nectar in Lu Xuan's cup. After a few breaths, it exceeded one-third, then half, and even the flow rate did not slow down.

When they were more than halfway through, the old man and Yulin Sanren had expressions full of surprise. As the amount of honey from the flowers continued to increase, their expressions of surprise became more and more intense.

“Full, full!”

“It’s almost overflowing!”

Lu Xuan reminded from the side.