Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

Somewhere in the sea of ​​fog.

Lin Ting applied a thick layer of dark, inky-black grease to the wound on her neck, as if she were throwing money away.

Being in a foreign land is dangerous enough as it is. If I don't recover to my full strength as soon as possible, I'm afraid I might lose my life here if I'm not careful.

She hated Yan Cheng so much that her teeth itched. If this scoundrel hadn't shown no mercy and almost crushed her throat, would she have needed to use the precious medicine given to her by her senior sister at this critical moment?

As for the fact that she attacked Yan Cheng first and that the latter was merely acting in self-defense, she had long forgotten about it.

One of the principles of conduct among members of the Immortal Sect is that the responsibility does not lie with them.

Instead of reflecting on your own actions, blame others.

After all, as long as one's strength surpasses that of the opponent, even the most absurd words and actions will become the truth when backed by strength.

What if the other side is stronger than you?

Then the blame should be placed on the other party. After all, they are cultivators. They cannot simply submit to the other party's power just because their fists are not as strong as the other party's.

Of course, while the heart should not yield, one's knees must bend when necessary, otherwise, not only will one's heart not be able to survive, but one's very heart may also be lost.

Chen Xiang, who aspired to cultivate the [Geng Metal] element, often taught her that Geng Metal is metal of change. It usually appears upright and sharp, but it is more valuable when it changes and becomes intangible.

If one were to take the idea that excessive rigidity leads to breakage and actually create a broken sword, it would completely contradict the true essence of Taoist cultivation.

The eldest sister once said that the path of cultivation is outwardly expressed through imagery, but inwardly it is imbued with inner meaning.

At this stage of cultivation, there is no need to focus too much on substance; as long as appearances conform to expectations, it is enough to smoothly reach the Foundation Establishment stage.

If one wishes to successfully transform into this path of "Flowing Fire," one must also understand the profound knowledge that fire has no fixed form and changes according to the times.

If she were to unfortunately run into Yan Cheng again, Lin Ting was determined to remain restrained this time, even if it meant suffering in silence and waiting for the right moment.

As long as one finds the opportunity left by the ancient cultivators in this exploration, breaking through to the later stage and switching to fire cultivation will be a natural outcome. At that time, why would one still care about a mere low-level cultivator of [cold qi]!

Following closely behind Chen Xiang, Tan Qi had kept her long, pointed ears, similar to those of the fox clan, perked up ever since they entered the fog, carefully maintaining a safe distance from Lin Ting.

She knew that this guy was usually arrogant and proud, and wouldn't really lay a hand on her, a lower-level cultivator.

However, after Yan Cheng publicly humiliated her, it's hard to say whether he would casually retaliate by setting her on a firework.

Although Tan Qi's cultivation level was similar to Yang Hao's, and she had already opened up the six extraordinary meridians, she usually devoted all her energy to the "Heavenly Wisdom and Wide Knowledge Secret Method".

In the words of her fourth senior sister, who taught her the secret technique, she was a so-called perception-type cultivator, and a direct confrontation with Lin Ting would be tantamount to suicide.

She intended to use a secret method to listen for any whispers around her in order to locate the nearby cultivators, but she was repeatedly blocked by the fog and got nowhere.

He could only pretend to be trying to sense the movements around him, offering Chen Xiang a little emotional support.

She naturally had no idea that Chen Xiang had no interest in these two so-called Daoist partners at the moment.

"My third senior brother told me to stay with Yan Cheng and not stray even a step away."

"But I was a moment too late to enter the fog, and after entering, I never saw Yan Cheng again."

"This place is pitch black, littered with abandoned stone coffins, and there's not a single living soul in sight. How can we possibly dig Yan Cheng out?"

The golden-white spirit bow [Hunting Goose] attached to his back felt icy cold to the touch, just like his third senior brother's past teachings, constantly reminding him of the ever-changing nature of the [Geng Metal] path, its seemingly rigid yet upright essence:

"My senior brother wants me to catch up with Yan Cheng, not necessarily for my own cultivation, but perhaps just for some hidden benefit he can gain."

"Who knows...maybe they're using me as a pawn in a deal to exchange benefits with some true disciple."

Chen Xiang could see clearly that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator seemed insignificant in the face of the hidden opportunities within the Moon-Sealing Palace, so what was he, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, compared to them?

In the past, when the moon slew the sun, the world lost its color, and the imperial enterprise collapsed. It was all for the sake of achieving the Dao path of one's own immortal lord.

Now that the sun has lost its brilliance and the moon hangs high, the Northern Territory is no longer as glorious as it once was, but the Immortal Lord's lineage has become the foremost lineage in the Northern Territory.

In the eyes of the Immortal Lord, today's situation is naturally better than when the Immortal Dynasty still exists, but he himself is suppressed by the light of the sun and moon and has been relegated to the second line!

Chen Xiang felt that he did not lack the advanced thinking that Yu Caiying used to talk about all the time; all he lacked was intelligence.

Although he didn't know what his third senior brother Deng Tianliu was planning, shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target was something a qualified disciple of a celestial sect should do.

Since the master wanted him to follow Yan Cheng, Chen Xiang was determined not to obey him and would just stay here and search for treasures in peace!

He intends to cultivate the metal element, Lin Ting intends to cultivate the fire element, and Tan Qi, although his cultivation is slightly weaker, also plans to switch to cultivating the water element.

Although the Moon-Hidden Palace may not contain the finest Five Elements spiritual objects and techniques, as long as one obtains something good, there is always room to exchange benefits with the true disciples.

The three of them were ultimately different from the other corpse cultivators, having received a promise that if they were allowed to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage, they could leap from the plate to the table.

While promises from the Immortal Sect are not to be trusted, the fact that they could persuade a high-ranking cultivator to recruit them is enough to prove that these individuals possess talent and abilities that are relatively superior to others.

As long as it remains valuable to the higher realms, one can preserve their life to the greatest extent possible and plan for the long-term path of cultivation...

He suddenly stopped, looking at a stele with the character "绦" (tiao) about ten steps away where the fog had thinned, and the body of a female cultivator with a golden hairpin kneeling beneath the stele, her knees resting on a long sword.

This unusual situation prompted him to immediately ask Tan Qi in his mind:

"Is there anything unusual?"

Tan Qi shook her head.

Chen Xiang's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the female cultivator's corpse, which seemed to have been devoid of life for a long time, yet for some reason still exuded a strong aura of power.

Lin Ting, standing behind him, was itching to turn this female cultivator of unknown origin, who clearly had a powerful background, into resources for her cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, this female cultivator, being quite perceptive, would have surely mistaken the female corpse kneeling there for someone else's hook and carefully avoided touching it.

First shoot the arrow, then draw the target.

However, among the many rules of conduct of the Immortal Sect, there is one word that always holds a dominant position and takes precedence over any other law of survival.

greedy.

The many conspiracies and schemes within the Immortal Sect all stem from one word: greed.

Now, Lin Ting felt that she had gained nothing since entering the fog, and her anxiety had reached a breaking point. She only hoped to gain some benefits to make up for the cost of being choked by Yan Cheng!

This time, she ignored the silent Chen Xiang again, and slowly stepped forward after igniting a protective wisp of yin fire.

Then, in the next instant, she heard a soft snapping sound.

Before he could even raise his palm to block, he was already engulfed by Leng Jue's bright purple flames!