Immortality

Chapter 41 The Last Blood
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Purple Smoke Valley, Qingfenglin Taoist Temple.

Fang Sheng sat cross-legged in the meditation room, his eyes slightly closed, his mind wandering around his body.

A fiery aura rose from his body.

Every time the magic power circulates in the body, it causes spiritual light to emerge on the surface of the body.

The spiritual light is three feet in diameter, having reached the third level of perfection.

Next, as long as you break through this shackles, you can officially enter the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Accompanied by the small circulation of the Linghuo Sutra.

The magical power rose and fell like the tide, but after reaching the limit of three feet, it seemed to be running out of steam and inevitably receded.

A few days later.

Fang Sheng opened his eyes reluctantly and stopped practicing the Spirit Fire Sutra.

In his hands, there were more than a dozen spirit stones that had been drained of their spiritual energy.

The spiritual light still stopped at three feet of perfection and could not move forward an inch.

"No wonder there is a limit to one's cultivation... This is not some metaphysics, nor is it some law of heaven and earth. It is simply because the spiritual energy in the outside world is scarce."

"In a first-level spiritual vein, the amount of spiritual energy that ten strands of spiritual root rhyme can absorb can only support me to successfully cultivate to the third level of Qi Refining."

"After the third level is perfected, you will encounter a small bottleneck, which requires accumulation over time or taking pills to break through."

"When you reach the fifth level of Qi Refining, you will encounter a big bottleneck, and it will be even more difficult to break through."

It is said that there are some cultivators with mixed spiritual roots who have strong backgrounds but do not want to take elixirs too early.

At this time, I would practice on the third-level spiritual vein and continue to break through...

However, that is the core spiritual place of the Jiedan Taoist Palace.

Most monks dare not even think about this.

The same is true for Fang Sheng.

"For an ordinary cultivator, I have now reached the middle stage of my cultivation career and can start taking medicine and practicing."

"In this way, in the next ten years or so, I might be able to reach perfection in the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"However, I am different from ordinary cultivators. My spiritual roots can continue to grow..."

Fang Sheng opened his palms.

The nine petals of the Green Lotus of Samsara bloomed in an instant.

A special lotus pattern surrounds the outside of the soul body.

[Barbarian Horned Rhino·Barbarian Bone Bloodline]

【Progress: 98/100】

Four portions of essence and blood and two points of progress are required every month without fail.

After more than four years of accumulation, I finally see the end.

"It'll be ready soon."

Fang Sheng shifted his gaze and looked outside the lotus platform.

Among the nine petals, there is an ancient and incomplete mysterious inscription engraved.

They seem to come from ancient times, and each character is magnificent and shocking.

Ever since all ten Dao fruits were complete, Qinglian had reached the first level of perfection.

The secrets of these mysterious inscriptions are gradually revealed.

Although I still cannot comprehend it, I can vaguely tell that these words seem to be some kind of practice method or enlightenment.

This made Fang Sheng feel conflicted.

There must be something mysterious about Qinglian's own skills.

However, he had been practicing the Spirit Fire Sutra for twelve years, and it was very difficult to switch to it...

"Forget it, we still have to see what happens after Qinglian advances."

Fang Sheng's mind returned to his body. He stood up and walked out of the yard.

Today is a new January.

There should be new barbarian bone essence blood arriving at Sishuifang Market.

Yesterday, he had already asked for leave in advance and prepared to go to the mountains for "retreat".

these years.

Fang Sheng would go to the mountains to meditate for a few days every month, and the time and place of his visit varied.

No suspicion was aroused.

This hobby is not out of place for cultivators.

Many monks also devote themselves to mountains and rivers, and some of them even live in seclusion in the mountains for decades.

Moreover, Fang Sheng will not leave Ziyan Valley when he is in meditation.

The Zheng family cultivators were very familiar with the mountains surrounding the Ziyan Valley.

If there really is any opportunity in the mountains, it will not be Fang Sheng's turn.

……

Just opened the gate.

A young man in blue came running over holding a letter: "Brother Fang, your letter!"

"I brought it back from the Baishi Palace for you!"

"Thank you."

Fang Sheng stood up and took the envelope from the boy's hand.

The young man chuckled and chatted for a few more words before he remembered that he had a new mission and hurriedly said goodbye.

Fang Sheng looked at the boy's back and suddenly sighed:

"Two years ago, the Zheng family recruited a new batch of immortal seedlings... In a blink of an eye, I have been in the Zheng family for nearly twelve years."

He lowered his head and glanced at the envelope.

In addition to the monthly letters from Zhao Miaoyan and Acai.

There was one extra one.

Judging from the delicate handwriting on the letter, it seems to be an acquaintance.

"It's a letter from Ao Yueru."

"She still hasn't given up on the idea of ​​having me go to Deep Lake Market..."

After reading her letter, Fang Sheng shook his head and smiled.

Three years ago, he rejected Ao Yueru and insisted that she follow Master Cangshui to Shenhufang City to settle down.

After that, she would send me letters from time to time.

The letter described many things that happened around Shenhufang City.

A new spiritual place has been discovered at the bottom of a lake, and a monk has found a treasure...

Ao Yueru always believed that she should go to the secret realm of Deep Lake to fight.

Because that's who she is.

The opportunity for her to become an alchemist was earned by her hard work in reading the alchemy books.

After arriving at Shenhufang City, she did not give up her efforts.

He practiced cultivation while refining pills, and even killed two Tribulation Cultivators.

A year ago, he broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

It is completely worthy of her qualification of twenty-three strands of Dao rhyme.

In Ao Yueru's opinion, she is working so hard.

Fang Sheng has such a good understanding, but his spiritual roots are still poor, so he should work harder than me...

In response, Fang Sheng just shook his head, knowing that she meant well.

He did not blame Ao Yueru, but just took this as a lesson:
"Everyone is different. You can't apply your own experience to others..."

Then open the letter from Zhao Miaoyan.

Since becoming his disciple, he was brought to the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance by the drunken Taoist.

The drunken Taoist threw all the management work of the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance to him and just acted as a hands-off manager.

While Zhao Miaoyan was practicing, he also had to deal with various chores.

Now he is known as the "little steward" in the Bafang Taoist Alliance.

In the past few years, he would often write to Fang Sheng, asking for strategies and tactics, and then he would go back to suppress his opponents.

In terms of fighting for power and profit, there is no essential difference between the secular world and the immortal world...

Everything is fine on Acai's side, just daily greetings.

……

After one night, in Sishuifang Market.

Fang Sheng followed the crowd and entered the workshop as a water magic practitioner.

He came to Lingshouxuan.

"Master!"

"This month's blood supply of Savage Horned Rhinoceros has been prepared for you!"

As soon as Fang Sheng appeared, the fawning waiter took the initiative to greet him.

At the same time, take out four portions of essence and blood that had already been packaged.

Fang Sheng took it, felt Qing Lian's movement, and nodded:

"From now on, you must keep the four portions of blood essence for me every month."

"I come here every three months to pick it up."

"Master, this..."

The guy winked and gestured with his hands with the spirit stone.

Fang Sheng snorted and said indifferently:

"The spirit stones will naturally be paid to you in advance."

"But if you dare to cheat me, be careful when you walk at night."

"Don't worry, sir. We have been working together for several years. How could I do such a thing? The shopkeeper will definitely skin me alive..."

(End of this chapter)