Immortality

Chapter 112: Qi Refining Level 8, 7 Years

Chapter 112: Qi Refining Level , Seven Years

Time flies, and two years have passed in a flash.

Floating Fairy Island.

Practice in a quiet room.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged endlessly, surging like a dragon, and emitting bursts of terrifying noises.

A breath of air is in the center.

The man was wearing a flowing cloud Taoist robe, had a handsome face and half-closed eyes.

The magic gestures in his hands kept changing, and spiritual light lingered around his body, making him look like a god.

It’s Fang Sheng.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continues to gather.

The spiritual light around him became increasingly dazzling, like a gathering of stars, gradually filling the quiet room with a layer of mysterious light.

Vaguely.

There is a force that is constantly rising and seems to be reaching its limit.

until……

Bah!
Thunder breaks out from the ground!
There was a slight sound, like a volcanic eruption or a river bursting its banks, which instantly covered up all other noises.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have found an outlet for release, and it madly poured into the Taoist's body.

hum!
The magical power shines brightly like the rising sun!
The sound of vibrations continued all around.

In an instant, the spiritual light suddenly broke through the shackles of the past and was able to extend outward!

Swish!
Until this time, Fang Sheng finally opened his eyes.

He let out a long breath:
"Eighth level of Qi refining!"

"After being stuck at a small bottleneck for more than half a year, I finally got promoted successfully."

"Now I'm nearly 48, and I still have more than ten years left."

Fang Sheng counted carefully with his fingers and found that his spiritual light was only twelve feet and one inch at the moment.

The symbol of the eighth level of perfection is a sixteen-foot spiritual light.

When the ninth level is complete, it is twenty feet.

That is two meters in radius.

The path of spiritual practice still has a long way to go.

This is far from the time to relax.

Fang Sheng took a few breaths and removed the concealing magic formation of the cave.

Soon, several letters arrived.

They are all letters from friends everywhere.

Zhulong Fengyun, Ao Yueru...

Most of the letters simply stated how things were going.

Only the letter from Zhao Miaoyan caught Fang Sheng's attention.

As early as two years ago.

In the letter, Fang Sheng asked him about the matter of the four elders of the Taoist Alliance obtaining the blood of the cloud python.

It didn't take long before I received a reply stating that it was true.

Zhao Miaoyan also said that the essence and blood were locked in the treasure house of the fourth elders.

If he had the chance, he could...

Fang Sheng saw the hint in the letter.

Reply immediately and interrupt Zhao Miaoyan's thoughts.

Zhao Miaoyan’s current status is all thanks to the strong backing of the Fourth Elder.

You absolutely cannot do such a stupid thing.

Fang Sheng just secretly found out the location of the treasure house and waited for the opportunity.

After getting the reminder.

Zhao Miaoyan also calmed down and stopped talking about the Cloud Python's blood.

……

In these two years.

Zhao Miaoyan often mentioned Anling Road in his letters.

This person is still trying every possible way to find an opportunity to build his foundation.

But magical medicines are hard to find, and magical objects are even harder to find.

Therefore, the path of Anling Road gradually went astray.

prior to.

He turned his attention to various secret methods of building the foundation, but was tricked several times.

Even Zhao Miaoyan could see through the mystery.

An Lingdao still refused to give up.

Faced with the Fourth Elder's decision to let him use the Meridian Protection Pill to try to build his foundation, he also repeatedly refused...

As time went by, this man seemed to be getting crazier and crazier.

Looking at the letter from Zhao Miaoyan.

Fang Sheng frowned and immediately picked up the pen to write a reply.

Let Zhao Miaoyan find an opportunity, try to break away from Anlingdao, and slowly cut ties with this person.

In the world of immortality.

Monks with such unstable mindsets tend to go to extremes and bring disasters to those around them.

In other words, such people are a scourge in themselves.

Fang Sheng sent out a few reply letters and refined a batch of elixirs for cultivation.

Then continue to practice in seclusion.

In these two years.

Fang Sheng only went out at specific times to secretly check on the condition of the foundation-building spiritual flowers.

The rest of the time he was practicing in the cave, and gradually lost his reputation in the market, like an invisible man.

There were even many people who thought Fang Sheng had already left the market and headed for Taihua Immortal City...

……

under these circumstances.

Even Patriarch Dingfeng was having doubts in his heart.

"You mean, that boy just went out to mail a letter?"

"Yes, and judging from Fang Qingyang's aura, he seems to have already advanced to the eighth level of Qi Refining..."

"Eighth level of Qi Refining?"

As he listened to the reports from his clansmen, Patriarch Dingfeng felt more and more puzzled.

"In other words, that kid has been practicing alchemy for the past few years and has managed to reach the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

"He has mixed spiritual roots, and his path has already ended. Why is he practicing so hard?"

Patriarch Dingfeng was distracted for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help coughing.

He frowned immediately and waved his hand to drive the tribesmen out.

Wait until the Yin Fire in the body is suppressed.

Patriarch Dingfeng then thought of Fang Sheng again:
"That kid, isn't he trying to build a foundation?"

There is nothing strange about reaching the seventh level of Qi Refining.

The seventh level is the watershed between the middle and late stages of Qi Refining. Advancing to the late stages of Qi Refining is beneficial to both the physical body and magical power.

Even lifespan can be slightly increased.

Generally they live longer than those in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

However, he had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining and was still practicing...

"Then there is only one explanation."

"Fang Qingyang... He has mixed spiritual roots, but he really wants to build a foundation?!"

For a moment, Patriarch Dingfeng didn't know whether to say that Fang Sheng was daydreaming or had wild ideas.

Miscellaneous spiritual roots build the foundation.

Even if there are spiritual objects for building the foundation, it is not very stable.

"Unless he is the biological son of the Dao Palace Master, it is simply impossible."

Patriarch Dingfeng sneered.

After pondering for a moment, he put away his contempt and felt quite emotional.

Before coming to the market town, he just regarded Fang Sheng as a lucky junior.

What is the Dao of Alchemy, enlightenment...

As a foundation-building cultivator, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Until recent years, when he took over the market personally.

While healing his wounds, Patriarch Dingfeng learned about Fang Sheng's past deeds...

Only then did he truly understand why Fang Sheng was favored by so many people.

It is indeed a blessing to be friends with such people.

"For a mortal immortal seedling like him to have come this far is already a miracle."

"If I were him, I would also be unwilling to accept it, right?"

With such good understanding and character, how can you be willing not to build a foundation?
……

On Fuxian Island.

Time flies.

Amid the noise, another five years passed.

Since the appearance of foundation-building spiritual objects, Shenhufang City has ushered in a new wave of exploration.

However, there has been no opportunity to build a foundation in recent years.

The number of monks declined again and gradually stabilized.

People come and go.

Fang Sheng's existence was almost forgotten.

Even Patriarch Dingfeng no longer paid attention to him.

Every time Fang Sheng went out, he was either sending letters or buying elixirs and blood essences. The rest of the time he was practicing in the cave.

This information is totally worthless...

Until this day.

Fang Sheng quietly came to the underwater cave.

He easily opened the concealing formation and then rushed to the location of the foundation-building spiritual flower with ease.

On the rock wall, the spiritual flowers are still growing, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy from the surroundings.

"Everything is fine. It will take more than 30 years to mature..."

After a brief observation, Fang Sheng shifted his gaze to the bottom of the rock wall.

there.

The Canglang giant clam was confined to a fixed area, its shell tightly closed, with gurgling bubbles emitting from time to time.

Judging from the sensed breath, the clam meat inside has completely recovered.

That is to say...

"It's time to cut the meat again."