Immortality

Chapter 93: Difficulties in Building Foundations, Fighting for Spiritual Land

Facing the questions from Taoist Shuimu.

Fang Sheng had no intention of hiding anything, he never concealed his cultivation level.

Moreover, as long as it is not an opportunity to build a foundation.

With his current strength and status, keeping some secrets is not a problem.

"I have improved the pill formula before, and it has a good effect on me. Now I am still researching the recipe of the top-grade cultivation pill."

"Um……"

If this happened to someone else, Taoist Shuimu would be extremely surprised.

He was not surprised at all when Fang Sheng said this:

"With your spiritual root aptitude, it is rare for you to reach the late stage of Qi Refining at this age..."

"Under normal circumstances, unless you are the beloved son of a person who has established his foundation and formed a golden core, it would be impossible for you to achieve what you have today."

Taoist Shuimu said, and suddenly raised a guess in his mind:

"Perhaps one day, you will be able to reach the threshold of foundation building?"

In response to this, Fang Sheng smiled faintly:
"Around the age of sixty, you should be able to reach the perfection of Qi Refining."

"Uh……"

Taoist Shuimu was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect Fang Sheng to actually have such ambition.

Sixty years old is the deadline for ordinary cultivators to build their foundation.

However, he soon smiled in relief:
"That's right. When you were at the first level of Qi Refining, you wanted to become a guest of the Zheng family."

"With your ability, you have come this far. It would be strange if you didn't think about building a foundation..."

When Shuimu said this, his eyes became slightly dazed.

Then he shook his head slightly and said in a low voice:

"However, building a foundation is too difficult. Even the Red Dragon failed twice in a row..."

"With your aptitude, it will be even more difficult to build a foundation."

Fang Sheng thought of Zheng Chilong back then and was silent.

This person has excellent spiritual roots and talents, and his cultivation speed is catching up with his spiritual roots.

In the end, it was fate that played tricks on him. He failed to build his foundation twice and died.

Laying the foundation is indeed difficult.

I have been in the eastern branch of Zihe River for decades, but I have never heard of anyone successfully building a foundation.

I have heard a lot of news about people who forcibly built their foundations and eventually exploded and died.

The friends around him, even Feng Yun, a disciple of the Taoist Palace, are working hard to build their foundation.

This is even more true for Ao Yueru.

After years of practice, Fang Sheng found it increasingly difficult to make progress.

but……

"Since there is an opportunity, we must try it."

Hear Fang Sheng’s answer.

Taoist Shuimu was slightly startled, looking at the few strands of his hair that were blown by the wind, which were already mottled and could not be concealed...

After a moment.

He then smiled and said:
"We should really try our best while we still have the chance."

"Since you have this idea, I will have someone send you a copy of the foundation-building experience left by the Red Dragon."

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Sheng felt a warm feeling in his heart, knowing that this was the limit of Shuimu's ability.

Shuimu laughed:
"It's not a precious thing, it's just an experience of failure in building a foundation."

"Perhaps in the remaining twenty years, you will encounter a great opportunity and directly achieve foundation building?"

Great opportunity...

Fang Sheng thought of the foundation-building spiritual flower under the deep lake.

That is indeed a great opportunity.

Unfortunately, it will take nearly forty years before it can be used.

……

A cool breeze blew into the courtyard.

There is an old pine tree in the yard, with twisted branches and a vigorous and upright posture.

before leaving.

Taoist Shuimu hesitated for a moment under the tree, rarely suppressing his smile, revealing a hint of nostalgia.

He tapped the trunk.

Thinking back to the time when I noticed Fang Sheng's enlightenment under an ancient tree:
"After all, it is not the same old tree as it was back then..."

He sighed and left.

Fang Sheng accompanied Taoist Shuimu all the way to Qingyang Danfang.

I knew in my heart that this might be the last time we met.

Looking at the back of Taoist Shuimu.

Fang Sheng sighed softly:

“Everything in the world is difficult, and all living beings suffer.”

Two months later.

While Fang Sheng was practicing alchemy, he began to pay attention to the news about spiritual lands.

For this action.

There were quite a few cultivators sent by the Zheng family.

Including Taoist Shuimu, there are two people in the ninth level of Qi Refining, and six or seven in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Master Cangshui was also among them.

This is the strongest force that can be dispatched to ensure the safety of the clan.

Almost all the forces in the East Vein, as long as they have some reputation, gather outside the spiritual land.

Even from other areas of Zihe, cultivators continued to arrive.

Zhao Miaoyan also became busy, collecting information everywhere and providing support to Anling Dao.

The lineage of the four elders of the Eight Directions Taoist Alliance also sent out several experts to prepare to snatch the spiritual medicine...

Feng Yun and Ao Yueru were stationed around the spiritual land, guarding it day and night.

Amidst the hustle and bustle.

Fang Sheng found something strange.

The He family doesn't seem to attach much importance to this sacred land.

On the surface, only seven or eight people in the late Qi Refining stage were sent out.

"Could it be that the Dingfeng Patriarch intends to take action himself?"

This approach is theoretically feasible.

but.

The forces outside the spiritual land have reached a tacit understanding.

Those who have established the foundation are not allowed to fight for it.

If the He family really did this, they would offend all other forces.

……

Time is like water.

Another month has passed.

At night, in a quiet room.

Fang Sheng looked at the green lotus in his palm. At his feet were many jade bottles that had been cleaned up.
[Black Water Crocodile Dao Fruit·Second Level]

[Effect: Born with water nature, can additionally bless deep water perception, Xuanyin water poison magic]

The spiritual roots officially reached twenty-seven strands.

Only the last three levels of Dao Fruit are left to reach the thirty spiritual roots.

However, Fang Sheng frowned instead.

"It took you three months to gather the thirty portions of Black Water Alligator Blood Essence that you were missing earlier?"

This speed is too slow.

And it’s not just the black water alligator.

Even the blood essence of the purple electric shark is decreasing rapidly.

According to the monks in Fangshi.

The water monsters that now float to the surface of the deep lake and absorb the Emperor's Liquid are generally mortal water monsters.

Not even a single wild bone water monster could be found.

This situation is normal under normal circumstances.

But in the age of Emperor Liujiang, it is extremely unusual.

"The water monster is not really going to attack the city, is it?"

Fang Sheng muttered to himself, and thought of the elusive psychic water monster.

There is blood suppression between the monsters.

That psychic water monster should be the overlord of the deep lake, able to command other water monsters...

However, his thoughts were soon interrupted.

Outside the cave.

Suddenly there was a noisy and chaotic voice:
"broken!"

"The formation of the spiritual land has been broken!"

"Everyone hurry up..."

Many monks shouted loudly, their tone full of excitement.

Fang Sheng frowned and followed him out of the cave.

Suddenly, I saw a flood of monks rushing out of the market.

In the hazy night.

Rays of light flew up and headed straight for the deep lake!

Fang Sheng flew up on his sword and went straight into the clouds.

Found out quickly.

Streams of light rose from all directions, flying in the same direction, as if a divine bridge had been built in the thick fog, leading to the lake thousands of miles away...

The scene of discovering a first-class superior spiritual land before was not even one percent of what it is today.

"here we go!"

Fang Sheng felt a chill in his heart.

He summoned the Cloud-piercing Boat he had obtained from Taoist Shishan and headed in the direction of the other cultivators.

Soon it flew hundreds of miles away.

Here we are.

One could already hear the sounds of fighting and the clashing of spells in the night wind.

Despair, anger, excitement...

The lake in the distance was shrouded in layers of magical light, making it look like daytime.

Judging from the power of the spell.

Among the deceased cultivators, there are probably some who have reached the peak of Qi Refining.

Many monks stopped here, looking hesitant.

Some people gritted their teeth, took the pills in advance, and continued to rush in...

(End of this chapter)