Born with immortal seed

Chapter 72 The Last Wish of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator

In a corner crevice, a corpse lay half-reclined, its dark blue Taoist robe torn with a large hole, devoid of any spiritual energy.

The skeleton's chest bones were all broken, indicating that it had suffered a fatal wound and fled into the cave to hide.

Ultimately, due to the severity of his injuries, he passed away in this deserted place.

Judging from the condition of the remains, this cultivator had been dead for over a hundred years.

Bai Zichen didn't rush to get closer, but instead stared at Lu Song.

"Senior Brother Bai, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Bai Zichen suddenly felt that Lu Song was somewhat blessed.

When I was a child, I would find keys to unlock secret realms while playing in antique markets.

After embarking on the path to immortality, I also encountered a piece of Huangjing (Polygonatum sibiricum) that was 500 years old.

The Polygonatum of this year is sufficient to be used as the main ingredient for second-tier elixirs, and is also one of the important auxiliary ingredients for refining Foundation Building Pills.

Unfortunately, he was too weak to defeat the demonic beast guarding the Yellow Essence. By the time he found help and went back, someone else had already beaten him to it and taken the Yellow Essence away.

Right now, they've become the first to discover the remains of a cultivator.

Bai Zichen didn't approach. He used his ink bamboo sword to pry open the corpse and rolled up a storage bag from his waist.

This storage bag is decorated with large cloud patterns, and it feels different to the touch than the ones I wear; it's more delicate and elastic.

Bai Zichen infused his magic power and rinsed the storage bag twice. The faint marks on the storage bag, which had been unclaimed for a hundred years, were immediately erased, and the refining was successful.

The inner space, about ten feet high, was ten times larger than the two storage bags in his hands.

"This must be a mid-grade storage bag... Even if there's nothing inside, the bag itself is worth four hundred spirit stones!"

The storage bag involves a rudimentary use of the Great Dao of Space; with each upgrade, the refining cost doubles.

Especially for high-grade storage bags, they can be considered strategic items for sects.

The premium storage bag has nearly a thousand square meters of storage space, roughly the size of a small warehouse.

He glanced at the items in the storage bag, picked out a jade slip, and quickly read its contents.

"Let's dig a grave and bury this senior."

Bai Zichen thoughtfully put down the jade slip and used the ink bamboo sword to dig a square pit in the ground.

Cai Heng and Lu Song carefully dragged the cultivator's remains into the pit and covered them with two layers of gravel and soil.

Everything else in the cave was normal. With Luo Qi, who was still unconscious, the group returned to the surface safely.

When the sunlight shone on them again, Cai Heng and the others felt as if they had been transported to another world.

I spent several hours in the abandoned cave, teetering on the brink of life and death.

Luo Qi was seriously injured and unconscious. Cai Heng lost a defensive magic artifact and was covered in flesh and blood wounds. Xun Shuang overdrafted his magic power to activate his family's magic artifact, which damaged his very essence. Even with the help of medicine, it would take him a year and a half to recover.

Lu Song, on the other hand, managed to escape unscathed.

But the rewards were equally plentiful.

Sixteen spider legs, at least 320 sect contribution points.

Each point of sect contribution is worth at least one spirit stone, and can also be exchanged for many resources that are not available outside the sect.

For the four disciples who performed menial tasks, such an income was an astronomical figure.

"I have other plans, so I won't be returning to the clan with you."

Bai Zichen was quite satisfied with Cai Heng and the others; their cultivation levels weren't high, but they had some potential for development.

Since we've already helped and even given you extra spider legs, we might as well go all the way.

"When submitting tasks at the General Affairs Hall, you can mention my name, and the stewards there will not make things difficult for you."

Several menial disciples completed a sought-after sect mission and even brought back the limbs of a first-tier peak mutated ghost-faced jade spider. They were bound to attract envy and jealousy.

Even among the disciples of the General Affairs Hall, there are people who find fault with them, try to lower their prices, or question whether they completed their tasks through normal channels.

According to Su Lie, news has recently spread within the sect that Bai Zichen has advanced to the late stage of Qi Refining, but no one knows where the news came from.

In any case, it became much easier for Su Lie and Peng Jinhu to get things done, and they could clearly feel the closeness between the parties.

When Peng Jinhu went to the General Affairs Hall last month to collect his daily necessities, the steward personally spoke with him for a few words.

He was kind and made it clear that I could contact him if I had any problems.

Therefore, Bai Zichen believed that with his influence, the General Affairs Department would definitely give him the green light.

"Thank you for your care, Senior Brother Bai. Although our cultivation is low, we are willing to serve you with utmost loyalty."

Cai Heng and Xun Shuang exchanged a glance and bowed in unison to express their gratitude.

If we don't join this inner disciple sooner, once he becomes a true disciple in two years, there will be no place for them.

Bai Zichen waved his hand, his body transforming into a sword light, instantly becoming a tiny dot and disappearing from sight.

"Junior Brother Lu, we should get to know each other better from now on."

Cai Heng took Lu Song's arm and said enthusiastically.

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"The Great Li Kingdom, the Heavenly Principle Sect... it seems that there are several countries between them and the Liang Kingdom, separated by countless miles. I've never even heard of the Heavenly Principle Sect."

As Bai Zichen flew on his sword, he pondered the contents of the jade slip he had obtained from the remains of that cultivator.

The owner of the corpse, Meng Zhaode, was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Tianli Sect of the Great Li Kingdom. He traveled thousands of miles to Black Mountain, carrying a secret mission from his sect.

The specifics were not elaborated upon, but the main points were his general life story and why he passed away there.

According to Meng Zhaode, the Tianli Sect is a major sect of Nascent Soul cultivators, with Nascent Soul True Lords presiding over it in every generation.

He himself reached the Foundation Establishment stage at fifty, and it took him another sixty years of cultivation to reach the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; the path to the Great Dao is arduous.

In order to gain an opportunity, he accepted a secret mission from the sect with a generous reward, and it took him several years to reach the Black Mountain Range.

Who knew that after only a few months in the mountains, they would encounter a Kui Niu demon king, losing two magical artifacts before dragging their heavily injured body to escape.

Having barely managed to hide in this abandoned cave, Meng Zhaode discovered that medicine was ineffective against his injuries; the attack from the Kui Niu Demon King had directly severed Meng Zhaode's heart meridian.

Before passing away, he held on to his last breath and recorded this information into a jade slip.

"These few possessions are a gift to fellow Daoists who come after me. I only ask that you slay the Demon King for me to avenge this grudge!"

"I hate that Heaven and Earth are stingy, and I hate that the Great Way is so hard to find!"

"I really want to cross over and see what it's like after I've reached the Core Formation stage!"

Even after a century, Bai Zichen could still clearly sense Meng Zhaode's deep resentment and strong yearning for the Dao at the very end of the jade slip.

Even in his final moments, Meng Zhaode did not regret coming to Heishan only to suffer this calamity.

"The Kui Bull Demon King of Qingniu Valley... If I ever reach the stage of Core Formation, I will fulfill your wish and slay this beast!"

Bai Zichen sighed. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Nascent Soul Sect had to risk their lives for that little bit of opportunity.

The statement that "foundation building is the true beginning of cultivation" is not wrong.

Bai Zichen was certainly aware of the herd of one-horned Kui bulls in Qingniu Valley, one of the potential targets of the Qingfeng Sect's pioneering war.

If the sect sets its sights on that area for pioneering work, Meng Zhaode's grudge will be much simpler.

If not, it's not too late to wait another hundred years.

Monsters have a longer lifespan than humans. A third-tier monster king has a lifespan of at least a thousand years. According to the records of the Qingfeng Sect, that Kui Niu monster king was only about five hundred years old and was in his prime.

(End of this chapter)