Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 302 Entering the Valley

At the valley entrance, Shen Yun had been standing there for a long time, his brows furrowed, his eyes looking into the distance from time to time, hoping to see a familiar figure appear. However, no one showed up after waiting for a long time, and his worries grew stronger.

His face was filled with anxiety, and his relaxed expression had long since disappeared. The breeze blew, and his hair fluttered gently, but it could not soothe his inner uneasiness.

He looked down at the dog beside him. The dog was looking at him with his round eyes, as if waiting for his decision. Shen Yun took a deep breath and said, "Dog, it seems they haven't arrived yet. We can't just wait here. Let's go in and look for them." There was a hint of urgency and determination in his voice.

The dog barked and wagged its tail quickly, as if responding to Shen Yun. Its eyes were full of trust and obedience, as if telling Shen Yun that it would follow him no matter what the road ahead was.

"Let's go, Gouzi." Shen Yun said, and took the first step. Gouzi followed closely behind him, and the man and the beast slowly walked into the Linghua Valley.

Shen Yun and the dog carefully stepped into the Spiritual Flower Valley. As soon as they entered, a strong floral fragrance came to their faces, and the fragrance seemed to have substance, wrapping them tightly. At the same time, a faint spiritual energy floated in the air, and with every breath, they could feel a cool and comfortable feeling in their hearts and lungs.

They walked along the vague path, which was paved with fine stones and soft petals.

The flowers on the roadside are so beautiful. The red ones are like fire, passionate and unrestrained; the pink ones are like clouds, delicate and soft; the white ones are like snow, pure and flawless. Some flowers are as big as discs, with layers of petals, like carefully carved works of art; some flowers are small and exquisite, like stars, dotted among the green leaves. The aura that emanates from time to time tells of the extraordinary nature of these flowers.

Shen Yun carefully paid attention to the movements around him, and at the same time, he could not help being attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him. His eyes were always alert, and his ears listened to even the slightest sound around him, fearing that any potential danger would suddenly strike.

However, the beautiful scenery in front of him was so charming that he would be distracted from time to time. He would occasionally squat down, his movements gentle and cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing this peaceful world. When he found one or two spiritual plants of sufficient age, a hint of surprise would flash in his eyes.

He carefully observed the leaves and rhizomes of the spiritual plants to determine their age and value. If he confirmed that it was a precious and old spiritual plant, he would carefully take out the special tools and gently remove the surrounding soil, trying not to damage the roots of the spiritual plant.

Shen Yun's hands moved skillfully and precisely, like an experienced craftsman carving a rare treasure. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but his attention was always highly focused on the spiritual plant.

After picking the spiritual plant, he would carefully put it into the storage ring with a satisfied look on his face. But soon, he would stand up again and continue to pay attention to the surroundings, with caution for the unknown and expectation for the harvest, step by step into this mysterious and beautiful spiritual flower valley.

Looking down from a high place, the whole valley is like a beautiful painting. A clear stream is like a smart jade belt, winding through the valley. The stream is gurgling, and colorful petals and golden leaves are floating on the water. The stream jumps between stones of various shapes, making a clear and pleasant sound, like a cheerful little song. Beside the stream, weeping willows are swaying, and the green willow branches are as soft as silk, gently brushing across the water, drawing thin ripples, as if whispering and playing with the stream.

Shen Yun and Gou Zi continued to go deeper into the valley. The dreamlike beauty in front of them made them forget their worries temporarily. Shen Yun's face showed an intoxicated expression, and Gou Zi also shuttled happily among the flowers.

As they walked, Shen Yun suddenly felt that the atmosphere around them was a little strange. The butterflies and bees that were happily flying among the flowers disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped. The lively scene before disappeared in an instant, leaving only an uneasy silence, and only the sound of their own heavy footsteps could be heard.

Shen Yun stopped, his body tensed, and his eyes were vigilant as an eagle observing his surroundings. Every shadow, every seemingly ordinary tree, could hide unknown dangers. The dog also noticed something was wrong, and stopped playing around. Instead, it leaned close to Shen Yun, its hair slightly standing up, and a low roar came from its throat, as if protesting against the potential threat.

At this moment, a cold wind blew without warning, rustling the leaves. The sound of the wind was particularly harsh in the silent valley, as if it was the prelude to the coming of danger. Shen Yun subconsciously tightened his sword in his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his eyes were full of vigilance, as if he wanted to see through the threat in the dark.

"There seems to be some unknown danger hidden in this valley." Shen Yun muttered to himself. His voice was very low, but it was particularly clear in this silent environment.

Shen Yun stopped moving forward, a vague sense of crisis spread throughout his body like an electric current, making him dare not move forward rashly. His heartbeat seemed particularly loud in the silence, and every beat was accompanied by fear of the unknown and worry about his own safety.

"Gouzi, let's retreat." Knowing that there would be danger ahead, Shen Yun was a man who valued his life, so he would not send himself forward. His voice was trembling slightly with a hint of nervousness and hesitation, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, sparkling in the sun.

But the dog's "woof" caught his attention. Shen Yun said with a little annoyance: "Dog, stop making trouble, this is not a joke."

However, the dog stood there, motionless, looking forward with a firm gaze.

Shen Yun had no choice but to walk forward carefully and see that it was a shallow footprint. He squatted down and carefully observed the footprint, frowning. Shen Yun then searched around for a while and found several traces of grass being stepped on. Some of the grass was bent, and some had broken leaves, forming a faint path.

Shen Yun carefully judged along these traces, and gradually came to a conclusion in his mind: everyone was heading forward. But he didn't know what was hidden ahead, but thinking that Lin Ruyi and the others might be in danger, he couldn't ignore it.

He stood up, looking at the dark road ahead, hesitating again and again. "Should I really take the risk and go forward?" Shen Yun muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching.

At this time, Gouzi couldn't wait to take a few steps forward, then looked back at Shen Yun, as if urging him to catch up.

Shen Yun gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and said, "Okay, Gouzi, let's go, but we must be careful."

So, the man and the dog followed these subtle traces and slowly walked towards the unknown front.