Body Refinement for Longevity: From Health Cultivation Exercises to Overcoming All Techniques

Chapter 174 Fellow Daoist Ling dies

At the critical moment, Chen Han couldn't care less about anything else. He used the copper coin magic weapon in front of him as cover and rushed straight towards Li Hai.

Continuing this stalemate with Li Hai is tantamount to waiting for death. Ling Xiaohu's life is in grave danger, and if he dies, Chen Han will be next.

Chen Han had a clear understanding of the battle situation. The only key to breaking the deadlock now lay with him. Only by killing Li Hai first could he have a chance of survival. Therefore, disregarding the consumption of his magic power, he charged towards Li Hai.

"Heh, as expected of a brainless body cultivator, laughable!"

Li Hai smiled coldly, stretched his palm forward, and instantly a sharp beam of light condensed.

"Go to hell!"

Whoosh! A burst of light shot out in the next moment, striking Chen Han's copper coin magic weapon directly. The two collided and immediately produced a piercing shriek.

not good!

The concentrated power of the light was terrifyingly penetrating, causing even the copper coin to groan under its weight, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Left with no other option, Chen Han abandoned his attack and retreated once again.

Before he could regain his footing, he heard a heart-wrenching scream.

Chen Han looked over at the sound and saw that Ling Xiaohu had become a human torch, crawling and rolling on the ground like a madman, letting out painful howls.

But in just two seconds, his voice abruptly stopped, and his figure, covered in flames, also ceased to move at that moment.

Then it collapsed with a roar, turning into a pile of wildfire ashes.

The tragic death of his first friend who cultivated immortality right before his eyes left Chen Han with an extremely unpleasant expression and a mix of inexplicable emotions.

However, he knew this was not the time for sentimentality. He flipped his hand, revealing a talisman, which was the Wind Escape Talisman that he had just bought from Su Yu Lou.

Ling Xiaohu is already dead; there's no point in him staying.

"Hmm! He has a teleportation talisman, quickly stop him!"

Li Hai was startled and shouted.

However, it was already too late. Chen Han's two fingers were already surging with magical power, and he activated it in less than a moment.

The next moment, Chen Han transformed into a streak of shimmering light, flying away at a terrifying speed of several miles per breath. His speed was so fast that he was reduced to the size of a grain of rice in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone speechless.

"Brother Li, what should we do? This person got away."

Gu Xinran watched Chen Han's departing figure with a somewhat displeased expression.

Fan Yu picked up the conversation, not caring at all, "So what if he ran away? It's just that we lost out this time. This person is just a body cultivator, and he still has the habits of a greenhorn. He is probably just a rogue cultivator with no seniority. He is not worth worrying about at all."

"Yes, Senior Brother Fan has a point. This cultivator named Chen Han is clearly just a rogue cultivator, and he probably can't do anything to us."

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He then looked at Ling Xiaohu's body, which had been burned to ashes, where only a storage bag remained unburnt.

"Hurry up, we still have to attend the Ascension Ceremony..."

On the other side, the Wind Escape Talisman reached its limit, and Chen Han arrived just in time to reach the West Ward District.

He immediately found the monks patrolling nearby and told them what had just happened.

"A traitor? How dare you commit murder right under the nose of my Qingzhufang City!"

As they spoke, the patrolling cultivators dispatched five early-stage Qi Refining cultivators to apprehend them.

As for Chen Han, he didn't have much hope. After all, the person had already turned to ashes. If Li Hai and his two companions wanted to escape, they would have already disappeared without a trace. Not to mention early-stage Qi Refining cultivators, even mid-stage cultivators might not be able to catch up.

"Damn it, they were definitely up to something!"

Chen Han's face was grim; he was furious just thinking about it.

He was extremely cautious, yet he still fell into their hands in the end, indirectly causing the death of Ling Xiaohu, his only friend in the cultivation world.

At the same time, he was also reflecting on his own actions. In the end, he realized that he had been short-sighted. He had never expected that the tracking rune could be set up so easily.

Oh, and there's more news. Before we left, Li Hai and his group did a quick test, and we told them that we were going to participate in the Ascension Ceremony tomorrow. That's one of the reasons why Li Hai and his group are keeping an eye on us.

"Damn it, I've only just arrived in the world of cultivation and I've already run into this mess."

Chen Han has truly felt the weakness of physical cultivation and the emptiness of mere talk these past few days.

This time, he escaped with a flying talisman, but what about next time?

We have to find a way, otherwise we'll be constantly bullied by the sorcerers for the rest of our lives.

Chen Han made up his mind in his heart.

Time flies by. It's night in Qingzhufang Market, Xifang District.

Chen Han walked out of the expensive inn that cost twenty spirit crystals, stretched out his arms, and felt his heart bleed at the thought of spending twenty spirit crystals just to take a nap.

However, all of this is worthwhile in order to be in good condition for tonight's Ascension Ceremony.

Afterwards, Chen Han inquired around and arrived at a magnificent waterfall. Looking up, it was no exaggeration to say that the water plunged 30,000 feet.

In front of the waterfall, there were several monks dressed in five-colored Taoist robes: red, white, purple, blue, and gray, with unique patterns on them.

Clearly, they are from the five major sects.

"Twenty-seven years old? Level two Qi Refining? Are you kidding me? Get lost!"

"Nineteen years old, spiritual root not yet determined, proceed."

"Sixteen years old, Qi Refining Level 1... Advancement."

The Ascension Ceremony is not open to just anyone; one must pass the selection process by members of the five factions.

This is a threshold that can make most people give up.

One of the selection criteria is age, followed by the cultivation skills they possess, their cultivation level, the level of their techniques, and any other aspects that make them superior to others.

Chen Han was not worried about this, because he was within the age range and qualified to participate in the Ascension Conference.

Moreover, even now, he still doesn't know what level of spiritual root he has.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but fantasize about his future, just like everyone else:

Heavenly Spiritual Root: It was snatched up on the spot by the five sects, and the sect patriarchs came down to fight for it.

Wasted spiritual root: No hope of entering the path, utterly despondent.

In front of the waterfall is a square where many people are chatting, or seeing off their partners or close relatives as they attend the Ascension Ceremony.

Chen Han walked in, randomly picked a spot in the crowd, and stood aside, listening curiously.

"Of course, there is another way, which surpasses all other conditions. It can even lead to being accepted as a disciple by one of the five sects on the spot, and having a Foundation Establishment Pill reserved for them."

This was an old man, incredibly old, with only a few teeth left. His hand, which was stroking his beard, was dry and sunken, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

"This is the Ascension Token, distributed four hundred years ago by members of the five sects to select candidates and hand them over to all the geniuses who might otherwise fade into obscurity, including those from cultivation families, mortal towns, and even the secular world!"