Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 126 Extending Life by Ten Years
Inside the quiet room, Fang Jingxuan stretched lazily and then neatly placed the talisman paper he had drawn on the table into a wooden box on one side.

'Order for one hundred talismans for warding off evil spirits complete!'

Putting down the talisman brush, Fang Jingxuan rubbed his eyes. Drawing talismans was very taxing on his soul, and his eyes also felt a little tired.

Perhaps I should find some spiritual water to cleanse my eyes; that way, I might even gain a special eye technique.

Such thoughts flashed through Fang Jingxuan's mind. He realized that as long as he was willing to spend spirit stones, there were many parts of his body that could be strengthened.

Five months had passed. Just as Fang Jingxuan had predicted, he stayed in the market and did not come out, and no one was able to come in to cause him trouble.

The Twelve Yuan Chen cultivators remained silent and showed no further movement; everything was peaceful.

During this time, Fang Jingxuan relied on selling snake-faced cultivation pills from time to time to exchange for spirit stones for cultivation, and his life was quite comfortable.

Just a few days ago, Fang Jingxuan received a large order and has been busy these past few days, finally managing to draw all the talismans needed for the talisman shop.

If it weren't for the fact that accumulating spirit stones through drawing talismans was too slow, Fang Jingxuan felt that continuing like this would be fine. However, the pressure of two Foundation Establishment Pills prevented him from relaxing indefinitely.

After finishing drawing the talisman, Fang Jingxuan had some free time in the morning. He went to the courtyard, lay down on the rattan chair, and the summer sun shone down, but was blocked by the branches and leaves of the Enlightenment Vine, so it was not glaring.

Fang Jingxuan picked up a biography of a famous person and read it with great interest. Every now and then, he would pick up the purple clay teapot next to him and take a sip of the brewed Yusongling tea.

Feeling the nourishing and refreshing effects of the spiritual tea, Fang Jingxuan appeared even more satisfied.

After reading for most of the hour, Fang Jingxuan finally folded the book and put it aside.

It's lunchtime. What should we do today?

In the afternoon, Fang Jingxuan came to the body-refining room and sat cross-legged on a pile of first-grade mid-level yellow cloud soil.

This pile of spirit soil alone cost Fang Jingxuan fifty low-grade spirit stones to buy.

Cultivating in this soil, Fang Jingxuan's perception of the earth's veins has become stronger. In the past few days, his "Green Wood Nourishing Body Technique" has reached the fourth level of the Earth Vein Body, which is close to perfection.

Now, it's been almost five or six years since I started practicing the "Green Wood Nourishing Exercise".

Moreover, he was not lacking in resources, but after years of continuous practice, he had only managed to cultivate the "Green Wood Nourishing Exercise" to the fourth level.

In addition, the effects of the first few levels were rather lackluster. If it weren't for the final level of the Longevity Body keeping him afloat, Fang Jingxuan wouldn't have been cultivating so diligently and consuming so many resources.

All things considered, the investment in body refinement over the past few years has amounted to at least eight hundred, if not a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

This doesn't even include the time and effort invested in it. Every afternoon for the past few years, Fang Jingxuan has been practicing body tempering without fail.

Now, the time has finally come when we can see the real rewards.

Fang Jingxuan sat cross-legged and buried his body in the spiritual soil. As he circulated his body-refining technique, something within the spiritual soil continuously seeped into Fang Jingxuan's body.

Two hours passed in a flash. When Fang Jingxuan opened his eyes, the spiritual soil around him had lost its original luster and turned into the color of coal ash.

With the activation of a cleansing talisman, Fang Jingxuan's body was refreshed once again. He dressed and went outside.

Once outside, Fang Jingxuan lay down in a familiar spot and opened the attribute panel.

After a quick glance, Fang Jingxuan was overjoyed; the information about body refinement on the panel had changed.

[Real name: Fang Jingxuan]

【Age: 28/121】

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 7 (751/2800)] [Body Refining Technique: "Azure Wood Nourishing Body Technique", Azure Wood Bark, Vine Meridians, Cloud Pine Strength, Earth Vein Body (Perfected), Azure Wood Longevity: 1/100]

Looking at the information displayed above, Fang Jingxuan fell into deep thought, first of all, regarding his own lifespan.

Qi Refining cultivators have a lifespan of 120 years, but like Old He, very few cultivators can live to that age.

Whether it's the emotional ups and downs of youth or injuries sustained in battles, even if they heal, they can still affect one's lifespan.

Only cultivators who practice wood-based or water-based techniques, are skilled in health preservation, and do not fight with others can live to be over 110 years old.

The 121 years displayed after one's age indicates that one will eventually live to that age.

Could it be that I was originally only supposed to live to be 110, but because of practicing the "Green Wood Nourishing Body Technique," I was given an extra ten years of lifespan, which allowed me to reach around 120?

No, this shouldn't be the case. Why are there both whole and odd amounts? There must be something fishy going on.

Fang Jingxuan delved deeper into the matter and, after studying it for a while, finally understood that 120 was indeed his expected lifespan.

Moreover, due to the [Cicada Subduing and Replenishing Vitality] supernatural power, he does not have any hidden injuries and can live until the end of his lifespan.

The extra year was because he had only just reached the fifth level of his "Green Wood Nourishing Body Technique," which only added one year to his lifespan.

If the fifth level of the "Green Wood Nourishing Body Technique" is completed, it will be added completely in these ten years.

After understanding all this, Fang Jingxuan was overjoyed. If the limit of 130 years old was taken into account, then the last time he could establish his foundation would not be 60 years old, but 65 years old.

Only then will one's vital energy and blood decline from their peak, and beyond that age, the vital energy and blood hurdle becomes difficult to overcome.

A cultivator who wants to establish their foundation must pass three tests: the Soul Test, the Blood and Qi Test, and the Mana Test.

As for the spiritual aspect, I don't need to worry. With the gift of the Golden Core and Golden Cicada from back then, this is my forte.

Only the barriers of Qi and Blood and the barriers of magical power require a gradual approach.

The fact that his lifespan has increased means that he has an extra five years of preparation time compared to other Qi Refining cultivators.

Don't underestimate these five years. It only took me about five years to go from the third level of Qi Refining to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Having figured all this out, Fang Jingxuan felt extremely relieved. All the resources and time he had invested had finally paid off handsomely.

If I were to take some longevity pills, my lifespan would probably increase even further.

However, longevity pills are very expensive; even a single pill that a Qi Refining cultivator can use costs tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones.

If we have these spirit stones, we should use them on the Foundation Establishment Pill first.

I'm only twenty-eight years old right now, and there are still thirty-seven years until the deadline for Foundation Establishment. No rush, no rush.

With his lifespan nearing its end, Fang Jingxuan became more composed, and this confidence brought him great peace of mind.

Just then, the leaves of the Enlightenment Vine above were blown by the wind, making a rhythmic rustling sound.

Fang Jingxuan slowly sank into this pleasant atmosphere, lying on the rattan chair, lost in a state of reverie.

For a moment, the courtyard was very quiet, with only Fang Jingxuan's faint breathing, which unconsciously rose and fell with the rhythm.

(End of this chapter)