Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

"Nothing more than that!" Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, the magic weapon in his hand flashing with dazzling light, as if mocking the incompetence of the man in black.

The black-clad leader was furious and tried to launch a final counterattack, but Jiang Qiong's spiritual energy had already flooded over like a tide, enveloping him in an instant.

A trace of disdain flashed in Jiang Qiong's eyes, and he swung the magic weapon in his hand violently, heading straight for the leader in black.

"Your plan ends here!" Jiang Qiong's voice was like thunder, with irresistible power. The leader in black couldn't dodge at all and was hit instantly. He groaned, blood spurted out, his face was distorted, and he was dying.

"Go, don't stay here!" Seeing this, a man in black hurriedly fled out of the village, but Jiang Qiong's figure followed him like a shadow, leaving them no chance to escape.

"You want to escape?" Jiang Qiong smiled coldly and waved the magic weapon in his hand again. It instantly turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards the men in black. Almost in the blink of an eye, all the men in black were knocked to the ground and could not get up again.

Jiang Qiong slowly walked to the stalactite spirit stone, his eyes softened, and he gently stroked the mineral that was shining with a faint blue light, thinking to himself: "This is a rare spiritual object. If I can make good use of it, it will be of great benefit to my future cultivation."

"Let's go back." Jiang Qiong put away the stalactite stone, turned around and walked out of the village, with Jiang Feng following closely behind.

Even when Jiang Qiong was controlling his clone to chase the man in black, his real body was not idle and hurriedly chased after him.

He was envious of the stalactite stone and naturally wanted it.

Just as they were about to leave the village, a low roar suddenly came from the depths of the village, as if something was waking up.

Jiang Qiong paused slightly and frowned: "This sound... seems to be some kind of monster."

Jiang Qiong frowned slightly, and his low roar echoed deep in the village, as if issuing a warning.

He didn't care about it. He was only thinking about the stalactite spirit stone he had just obtained. The most important thing at the moment was cultivation.

He smiled lightly, turned around and said to Jiang Feng: "Let's go, don't waste time here."

Jiang Feng is a clone after all, so he can only follow.

Jiang Qiong quickly left the village and headed towards the county town.

Along the way, Jiang Qiong silently pondered how to use the stalactite spirit stone and planned his next cultivation plan in his mind.

Soon after, he arrived at the prosperous county town.

The city was bustling with people, the cries of vendors and the laughter of passers-by blended together, as if to brighten their mood.

Jiang Qiong wandered around the city, feeling the flow of spiritual energy, but his heart was always thinking about the stalactite spirit stone.

He knew that only by making good use of it could he make further progress in his cultivation.

After entering the county town, Jiang Qiong's figure disappeared immediately.

He controlled Jiang Feng and then walked towards the gathering place of Qingyun Sect.

Entering the gathering place, the surroundings are still familiar scenes.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect are busy, either practicing martial arts or discussing their cultivation experiences. The atmosphere is lively.

Jiang Feng's arrival attracted the attention of several disciples, and they all greeted him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you're back!" a disciple said excitedly.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng smiled faintly.

At this moment, Su Yao came over with concern: "Jiang Feng, is he okay?"

"Not bad." Jiang Feng nodded.

After some conversation, Jiang Qiong and Su Yao returned to their resting place together, ready to have a good night's rest.

As night falls, the moonlight shines on the courtyard of Qingyun Sect, making it seem particularly peaceful.

Jiang Feng lay on the bed and closed his eyes. The light of the stalactite stone kept appearing in his mind, and his heart was full of anticipation and desire.

The next morning, sunlight shone into the room through the curtains, and Jiang Feng woke up early.

Soon after, the disciples of Qingyun Sect gathered in the courtyard one after another, preparing to start a new day of training.

The elder walked out of the room and saw that the other disciples were practicing seriously. He was secretly pleased.

"Today we will have a group practice and everyone can learn from each other." The elder stood in front of everyone, his voice clear and firm, attracting everyone's attention.

The disciples responded one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Jiang Feng and Su Yao joined the practice together.

As time passed, the sun gradually rose higher, the courtyard of Qingyun Sect was filled with fluctuations of spiritual energy, and the disciples' auras became increasingly solemn.

In a blink of an eye, it was dusk.

The evening sun shines through the treetops, casting a warm golden glow. The disciples in the courtyard are still concentrating on their training.

As time went on, the atmosphere became more tense, and spiritual energy flowed in the air, as if cheering for their efforts.

"Do it again!" Jiang Feng shouted, the magic weapon in his hand flashing with a faint light, and his body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards Su Yao.

The two men sparred with each other, and the collision of their moves made crisp sounds. The spiritual energy surged around them, forming circles of waves, as if cheering for their battle.

Su Yao smiled slightly, and the magic weapon danced lightly in her hand, turning into a stream of light, heading towards Jiang Feng.

Her movements were agile and graceful, like a dancing butterfly. She easily avoided Jiang Feng's attack and struck back, directly to his side.

Jiang Feng was startled and quickly dodged to the side, but Su Yao's attack followed closely behind him.

"What a great skill!" The disciples around them exclaimed in amazement, their eyes fixed on the two people sparring with each other.

Jiang Feng and Su Yao's strength are both top-notch among the newly recruited disciples of the sect, and the competition between them is even more eye-catching.

At this moment, the elder's voice came from a distance: "It's almost time, everyone pack up and prepare to go to Lingzhou Mountain."

As the elder finished speaking, all the disciples stopped what they were doing and showed expectant expressions on their faces.

Going to Lingzhou Mountain means returning to the sect, so everyone is naturally excited.

Jiang Feng and Su Yao smiled at each other, quickly packed up their spiritual weapons, and then followed the other disciples towards Lingzhou Mountain.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on their bodies, casting a golden glow, as if laying a gorgeous halo for their progress.

Along the way, the disciples of Qingyun Sect gathered in groups of three or five, chatting about their respective cultivation experiences, with constant laughter.

After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the foot of Lingzhou Mountain.

The mountain is steep, the pines are lush, and the spiritual energy is even more dense here, as if welcoming every disciple who comes. The elder led everyone to climb slowly, stopping from time to time on the way to point out some essentials of cultivation. The disciples listened carefully, fearing that they would miss any details.

After a difficult climb, we finally reached the top of Lingzhou Mountain.

The mountain top offers a wide view, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth. The spiritual boat is quietly docked on a platform, with a faint luster on the hull, as if waiting for the arrival of the disciples.

"Everyone, let's get on board." The elder took the lead and walked onto the spirit boat, followed by the disciples.

The interior of the spiritual boat was spacious and bright, decorated with spiritual stones all around, emitting a soft light. Each disciple found a seat and sat down, full of anticipation.

The spirit boat slowly set sail, and under the command of the elder, it began to draw a graceful arc in the air.

Jiang Feng sat by the window and looked outside through the porthole. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sea of ​​clouds, like a golden ocean, sparkling and intoxicating.

"This spirit boat is truly magical. It can even fly in the air." The disciple next to him exclaimed with envy in his eyes.

"Yes, the spiritual energy of the spirit boat is extremely rich, which can help us practice better." Another disciple continued, his face full of anticipation.

While everyone was talking, the spirit boat had already flown towards the direction of Qingyun Sect.

As the spirit boat flew, Jiang Feng's heart gradually calmed down.

Not long after, the spirit boat slowly landed in front of the Qingyun Sect's gate.

The guards at the door had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the spirit boat landing, they all came forward to greet it.

The Qingyun Sect's gate is magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, and is surrounded by spiritual energy, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.

The disciples got off the boat one after another and walked towards the sect.

"This time out, the overall training has really benefited me a lot." Su Yao said on the side, with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Yes, this trip gave me a new understanding of cultivation." Jiang Feng nodded in response, secretly sighing in his heart.

Walking into the sect, disciples of Qingyun Sect were all busy, either practicing magic or exchanging experiences. The atmosphere was warm and friendly.

Jiang Feng and Su Yao walked towards the training ground together, ready to continue their training.

As night falls, Qingyun Sect appears exceptionally peaceful under the starry sky, with spiritual energy flowing in the air, as if blessing every disciple's efforts.

Jiang Feng was about to return to his residence, thinking about his next training plan, when he suddenly heard a clear and steady call from behind: "Jiang Feng, come here."

He looked back and saw that it was the elder of Qingyun Sect, with a serious face and sharp eyes.

Jiang Feng was shocked, and he quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Elder, what do you want?"

“Come with me to the Casting Hall,” the elder said, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Jiang Feng was delighted, the Foundry Hall was one of the important places for cultivation in Qingyun Sect. It was rumored that it contained the secret methods of casting countless spiritual weapons, which could improve the disciples' cultivation level.

He immediately followed the elder's steps, his heart full of anticipation.

The two walked down the stone steps of Qingyun Sect and passed through the bluestone-paved paths. The spiritual energy around them became increasingly dense.

The elder walked steadily and calmly, as if every step was conveying steady strength.

Jiang Feng followed closely behind, secretly thinking about the various rumors about the Foundry Hall, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Soon, they arrived in front of the foundry hall. The hall stood tall and majestic, with its outer walls carved from bluestone and exquisitely decorated, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

A huge spiritual stone is inlaid on the main entrance of the hall, emitting a soft light, as if guarding this sacred place.

The elder pushed open the door, and Jiang Feng followed him in. The interior of the hall was spacious and bright, and the walls were covered with patterns of various spiritual weapons, each of which was lifelike, as if telling their stories.

In the center of the hall is a huge foundry furnace. The furnace body has a dark red luster and radiates hot air around it, as if it can spew out blazing flames at any time.

Jiang Feng looked around and found that many disciples had gathered in the hall. Some of them were concentrating on observing the foundry furnace, while others were discussing in low voices. Their expressions revealed their desire and awe for the foundry skills.

In the corner of the hall, several guards in black armor stood like pine trees, with stern faces and imposing aura, like immovable mountains.

The elder stopped in the middle of the hall, looked around, and then said in a deep voice: "Today we will have a casting demonstration. All disciples must watch carefully and understand the mystery."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flame in the foundry furnace instantly ignited, as if awakened by some force.

As the flames rose, the air was filled with a strong, intoxicating metallic scent.

Jiang Feng's heart beat faster and he stared at the foundry furnace intently, afraid of missing any details.

The elder began to explain the basic principles of casting in a deep and powerful voice, with every word ringing loud and clear.

Jiang Feng silently noted down every key point in his mind, fearing that he would miss anything.

As the elder explained, the flames in the foundry furnace grew stronger, and the metal in the furnace began to melt, flowing out into a stream of colorful liquid, like a lively river.

"Look, this is the key to casting a spiritual weapon." The elder pointed at the casting furnace, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "Only by combining the spiritual energy and the metal can a true spiritual weapon be cast."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart. His eyes were fixed on the casting furnace. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must master this skill and forge his own spiritual weapon.

As time went by, the casting demonstration became more and more exciting. The disciples concentrated their attention, afraid of missing any moment.

Jiang Feng was also pondering silently in his heart, trying to remember every word of the elder.

At this moment, the liquid metal in the casting furnace gradually solidified, forming a spiritual weapon that had taken shape.

The elder smiled slightly and motioned for the disciples to come closer, his eyes full of expectation: "This is the prototype of the spiritual weapon. Next we need to carry out the final polishing and infuse spiritual energy."

Jiang Feng was extremely excited as he was finally able to witness the final form of the spiritual weapon.

He followed the elders' steps closely and studied seriously.

The atmosphere in the foundry hall became increasingly tense, and the disciples' eyes flickered with desire, as if they were expecting their own spiritual weapons to be born at this moment.

As the liquid metal in the foundry gradually solidifies, an exhilarating atmosphere fills the air.

The elder's technique was skillful and steady. He carefully took out the prototype of the spiritual weapon, placed it on a smooth stone table, and then began the final polishing.

Each strike was accompanied by the sound of metal colliding with the stone platform, producing a clear echo, as if playing a cheerful melody for the spiritual weapon that was about to be born.

Jiang Feng stared closely at the elder's every move, his heart filled with anticipation and awe.

He could feel the rich spiritual energy flowing in the hall, as if cheering for the birth of this spiritual weapon.

Every time the elder polished it, the shape of the spiritual weapon became clearer and the details became more refined. (End of this chapter)