Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 435 The Country Bumpkin Came to the City
The split flames could not be closed for a long time, forming an eerie vacuum zone.

"Keep it."

Xu Yunfan looked at his master's stiff back and said, "This is my Foundation Establishment Ceremony."

Zhan Yan's one eye suddenly turned red.

He recognized this forging technique; it was clearly his own unique "Seven-Layer Forging Method," only that the True Martial Qi had forcibly elevated it to an unbelievable level.

This was made using the Heavenly Craftsmanship technique, which was time-consuming and laborious, but Xu Yunfan managed to complete it in just a few hammer blows.

Xu Yunfan smiled and said, "Back then, you even ate and drank in the Earth Fire Furnace to forge a Thunderfire Qilin Hammer for me. I will never forget that."

Zhan Yan's calloused fingers traced the star pattern on the sword's spine, his eyes reflecting a pulsating blue light.

"Master, come with me to the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm."

Xu Yunfan gently stroked the spine of the sword with his fingertips, and the eighth-tier divine weapon emitted a docile hum under his palm. "With your forging talent, combined with the spiritual energy of the upper realm..."

"Don't go."

Zhan Yan interrupted decisively.

Xu Yunfan paused slightly, then asked, "Why?"

I thought Zhan Yan would agree very readily, but to my surprise, he refused very readily.

Zhan Yan's rough fingers traced the dents on the edge of the forging table as he murmured in a daze, "There are only three things I can't let go of in this life: the earth fire of Tiangong Cave, the iron tongs on the wall," he suddenly grabbed a hammer and smashed it against the anvil, "and the tune of the iron blanks singing!"

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but say.

"If we go, we might even be able to attain the fruit of immortality."

"Immortality?"

Upon hearing the words "the Dao Fruit of Immortality," the old man suddenly grinned, revealing a missing canine tooth: "You brat, you think everyone wants to be an immortal?!"

He turned around and inserted the eighth-order divine sword into the bluestone beside the forging platform. The sword sank three inches into the stone and produced a metallic clang. This forging platform had been tempered by the earth's fire for a thousand years and had long since become a weapon no less powerful than a sixth-order treasure.

"See that broken sword?"

Zhan Yan pointed to a half-rusty piece of iron in the corner of the wall, "The first sword you forged five years ago broke in two because you quenched it too quickly."

His rough fingertips traced the cracks on the sword's surface. "But the direction of these cracks clearly indicates it's made of good material."

Xu Yunfan was stunned.

He had long forgotten about that piece of scrap metal, but he never expected that his master would keep it until now.

"Blacksmithing and cultivating immortality are essentially the same thing."

The flames in Zhan Yan's single eye were more scorching than the earth's fire. "You seek immortality in the Taihua Realm, I seek it in the Heavenly Craft Cave."

The hammer slammed heavily onto the anvil.

"Clang!"

"With every hammer blow, you can hear the iron blank singing its own tune!"

"Master."

"Alright, I'm already incredibly fortunate to have a disciple like you in my life. Now, all I want is to protect the legacy left behind by Shenbing Ridge!"

Xu Yunfan remained silent and did not try to persuade him further.

Zhan Yan is stubborn; once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it.
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Three days later, at dawn, twelve figures appeared one after another amidst the swirling clouds and mist in the mountains. The leader, an old man in purple robes, Xue Zhen, was bound by chains that rattled all over his body, leaving charred footprints on the rocks with every step he took.

"Master Xu".

Xuezhen's hoarse voice carried a suppressed excitement, "We have entrusted the lineage to our disciples; we have no more concerns about what happens after our deaths."

Although Xu Yunfan was a disciple of the Dao Sect, these people still understood the situation clearly.

Xu Yunfan suddenly looked up towards the direction of the Heavenly Craft Cave. His Foundation Establishment stage divine sense penetrated the mountain rocks and he clearly "saw" the old man with a body as big as a hill swinging a hammer and smashing it against the anvil. The arc of the sparks flying up was exactly the same as when he was teaching him to forge weapons.

"Ding!"

The clear, resonant sound of the hammer striking the sword blank drifted on the mountain breeze, resonating even more deeply in Xu Yunfan's ears than the ancient bell of the Daoist sect.

The sound of forging iron in the blacksmith's workshop was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Xu Yunfan understood that his master was sending him off in a way that was unique to blacksmiths, just like how the old man would always deliberately make the sound of forging iron extra loud every time he went down the mountain to train.

The Xuanwu cloud pattern flowed beneath his feet, but Xu Yunfan hesitated to make the hand seals and escape. Suddenly, he lifted the hem of his Daoist robe and performed a standard disciple's salute towards the direction of the Weapon Forging Hall.

This action caused the twelve old monsters behind him to exchange glances.

How bad can someone who follows such a path really be?

Bi Yuan, standing to the side, also stroked his beard and sighed with emotion.

Zhan Yan has truly taken on a good apprentice.

Then he smiled smugly.

He has good taste.

As he stood up, star patterns flickered in Xu Yunfan's eyes, all his emotions suppressed deep within. He raised his hand and flicked it, and the Boundary-Breaking Talisman shone brightly the moment it left his hand.

"Breaking the Boundary!"

Before the twelve old monsters could react, they felt the world turn upside down, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already above a sea of ​​clouds.

This place is still a boundary gate, and it is not advisable to stay for long. As Xu Yunfan rolled up his sleeves, his True Martial power surged out like a tide, condensing into Xuanwu cloud patterns around the twelve old monsters.

Before the residual spiritual light of the Boundary-Breaking Talisman had dissipated, the group had already streaked across the sky of the Taihua Realm like shooting stars.

"Stand still."

With a soft shout from Xu Yunfan, everyone felt their feet firmly planted on the ground.

Bi Yuan staggered half a step, his black Taoist robe fluttering in the wind from the oncoming spiritual energy.

What kind of air is this?
It is clearly the liquefied essence of heaven and earth!
Each breath felt like swallowing an entire spiritual vein, the meridians, depleted for three hundred years, groaned with thirst.

"Master."

As Xu Yunfan cupped his hands in greeting, the True Martial Peak silently activated its hidden star and moon-obscuring energy.

"This is Zhenwu Peak."

Bi Yuan's response caught in his throat.

At this moment, the sect leader of the Dao Sect looked like a novice entering the martial arts arena, with every pore on his body frantically absorbing spiritual energy.

His internal energy was circulating so rapidly that it formed tiny vortices on the surface of his skin.

Nourished by spiritual energy, those deep-seated wounds that have accumulated over a century are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"well."

The old Taoist priest's voice was ethereal, and his beard was covered in spiritual dew.

He tried to take a step, but verdant vines sprouted from the soles of his boots, a strange phenomenon caused by the excessive concentration of the essence of the Earth element.

A muffled "thump" came from behind, and the old man in the mud shell knelt down on the ground, frantically digging away the surface spiritual soil and burying his face in the soil like a hungry ghost.

Xu Yunfan lightly traced a line with his sword finger, and twelve beams of azure light entered the foreheads of everyone: "The restrictions within the peak have been temporarily lifted for you all."

His gaze swept over Xuezhen, who was shedding his skin, "But do not leave the area of ​​this peak... After all, this place belongs to the Yuanmo Sect, and you are still just mortals. If you are captured and used as human material, I will have no choice but to kill you to vent my anger..."

Suddenly, he grabbed the dark figure of incense burning in the mist, "Especially you, Master."

"This is it."

Xuezhen's Adam's apple bobbed, and the blood pill beneath his purple robe suddenly trembled violently.

His two-hundred-year-old "Withering and Flourishing Technique" spontaneously activated, and a large amount of pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth rapidly flowed into his withered skin, after which his entire body visibly replenished itself.

Even more terrifying is that the black iron chains that pierced the major acupoints all over the body are now being slowly expelled from the body by some invisible force!
These chains that lock away life are no longer needed.

The old woman in the blue sky suddenly let out a whistling sound like the cry of a sword.

The bronze giant sword on her back shattered inch by inch, revealing the smooth, jade-like sword bone inside. The sword bone, like a snake, actually burrowed into her spine and merged with her back, causing Xu Yunfan's eyebrows to twitch slightly.

Some demonic techniques...

(It's so hot, so hot, so hot!!!)

(End of this chapter)