Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 395: Breaking through the state of retreat, the mysterious old Taoist
About an hour later, Xu Yuanchang clapped his hands, as if to shake off the bad luck on his hands.

The three fifth-level physical cultivators who robbed him had turned into ashes and disappeared in the magic mirror space. Their souls had been scattered, leaving behind only a few items such as storage beads, jade rings, and storage belts.

After the interrogation, he used soul-searching to verify that the gray-clothed man was indeed a disciple of the Fang family of the Liuyun Sect. His surname was Fu and his given name was Biren. He was just one of the many non-Fang family disciples trained by the Fang family. He was highly valued by a young master of the Fang family, and therefore had a customized seventh-level thunder talisman in his hand, which could be activated with essence, blood, and magic power.

Otherwise, let alone a fifth-level physical cultivator, even a sixth-level cultivator would not be able to use a seventh-level talisman.

It was the first time that the gray-clothed man released the thunder talisman by leaping two levels. It was also in a forbidden place, so he could not use his spiritual sense. He was worried about losing his life, so he activated a disposable protective jade token. He seemed quite flustered and delayed the opportunity, allowing Xu Yuanchang to realize that something was wrong and escape a moment in advance, narrowly avoiding a disaster.

Xu Yuanchang breathed a sigh of relief. His luck wasn't too bad.

After calming down and thinking about it again, the direct descendants of the Fang family of Liuyun Sect would not fall to the point of robbery.

The other two physical cultivators were the gray-clothed man's close friends. They received news that a sixth-floor cultivator had appeared deep in the Dark Burning Ravine area. Money was tempting, so they wanted to rob him and make a fortune.

Xu Yuanchang strolled on the endless grassland, thinking about his next strategy.

As long as the person who was killed was not a direct descendant of the Fang family, but a mere fifth-level disciple from another family, the Fang family would not investigate further and would only bring shame if it were made public.

The young master named Fang Jiyuan could at most send people to investigate secretly, but it is impossible for him to offer a huge reward.

He decided to stay in the Magic Glass Mirror for three to five years. As time went on, Fang Jiyuan would not spend too much money, material and human resources to pursue him relentlessly, and the limelight would soon pass.

He currently has to advance to the seventh floor as soon as possible.

The illusionist's ability to preserve his life will undergo a qualitative improvement after breaking through to the seventh level.

Back then, Lao Li, with the ability of a seventh-level illusionist, was able to maneuver among a group of seventh- and eighth-level masters. Although he was often chased and blocked like a stray dog, he escaped with his tongue hanging out, but he remained unscathed for hundreds of years.

This boastful old Li often boasted to him, and his ears were callused from listening to him.

The figure disappeared in a flash, and when it reappeared, it was at the top of a tall white jade building. Leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, the scenery was unique.

This is the place where Empress Yu Cai stayed in seclusion in the boundless fantasy land of Huanli Mirror, and it is the node where vitality converges.

He gradually opened the magic mirror, connecting it with the base of the mountain outside. The sky would be a small projection of the outside world. He slowly emptied his thoughts and merged his mind into the small world of the magic mirror.

On the endless grassland, tiny flowers bloomed and slowly covered the whole world.

Sometimes there are strong winds and heavy rains, which destroy the grassland into pieces and leave streams and gullies everywhere.

Sometimes the grassland turns into a lush and green forest overnight.

Or it may turn into a vast desert with undulating sand dunes and scorching sun shining in the sky.

It will then turn into a lifeless sea of ​​fire and lava, or an endless blue ocean.

Be ever-changing, do whatever you want.

Most of the time, the grassland is green, the breeze is gentle, and the flowers are fragrant.

Any change is the fluctuation of his heart reflecting his real experiences. He is tracing back the journey of his illusionary mind. If he wants to become a seventh-rank illusionist, he must enter the illusion without falling, know that illusion comes from the heart, and illusion is born from nothingness. Finally, he must "illusion the reality", walk out of the invisible confusion, and use his own natal illusion character to condense a trace of illusion rules that belong to him.

That small piece of sky cycles through day and night, experiencing cold and hot seasons, spring and autumn.

Xu Yuanchang continued to evolve, and after waking up he began to look through the large number of books he had seized.

He did not feel bored or lonely. The mysterious feeling that seemed to be able to create the world, even though it was something illusory and unrealistic, made him linger and continue to immerse himself in it to evolve his fantasy mind.

Until he noticed the vibration coming from the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring. He swept his spiritual sense and saw two balls of fire chasing each other and flickering in the space, leaving behind traces of firelight, and the illusions were full of shadows and endless changes.

He was delighted that the Phantom Fire Spirit had advanced to the next level and came out of seclusion.

In a flash, he put the two little guys into a larger magic mirror.

The little guys are shaped like flame foxes. They have no physical form, and emit beautiful misty light. They circle around their owners, expressing their joy and excitement. After playing for a while, they chase each other into the distance.

Before he knew it, seven years had passed and it was time for him to return to the sect, where he needed to make a breakthrough and advance when there was plenty of spiritual energy.

The state of mind and cultivation have both reached perfection, except for a trace of illusory rules, and I'm not completely sure whether it can be condensed?

However, whether the rules of illusion can be condensed will not affect his breakthrough.

Many cultivators continue to deepen their understanding of the world after advancing to the seventh floor, and condense their own trace of rule power, just like the cultivators in the sixth floor, who have a profound foundation and master the secrets of the Dharma.

Walking out of the magic mirror, Xu Yuanchang discovered that the cave he had casually dug had been expanded to three meters in size by an invisible force. The outer circle was extremely smooth and had become crystallized after years of compression and erosion.

Coming out of the mountain, Xu Yuanchang, dressed in a green Taoist robe, revealed his true face and flew in the air, leisurely enjoying the beautiful spring scenery.

Different moods lead to different perspectives.

No matter how ordinary the trees or barren mountains are, they are all scenery in our eyes.

After more than 500 miles, they returned to the mountain gate. Xu Yuanchang first went to the halfway point of the main peak of Wuliu Mountain, met his eldest senior brother, greeted him, and told him that he had returned safely from his training outside.

Lu Jiuzhen could no longer tell the depth of his junior brother's cultivation, and guessed that he should be just a stone's throw away from advancing to the seventh floor?
He has been practicing for nearly two thousand years, and is not much older than Uncle Cao. However, the path of practice is like walking on thin ice, and every step is difficult. He is stuck in the late stage of the sixth floor and cannot make any progress. He has been tempered in the complicated and complicated position of the sect master for almost a thousand years. Seeing the rapid progress of his junior brother, he is envious and sighs:

"What resources does Yuanzhang need? Just ask. Please let me know in advance when you are going to retreat. You must be extremely careful when climbing the tower and breaking through the door to advance. You cannot be disturbed by anything. I can set the place where you retreat as a forbidden area and provide assistance in terms of spiritual energy and mountain luck."

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I will be able to formally go into seclusion after I have rested for a month."

"Okay, I'll remember that."

Lu Jiuzhen took out a white jade pill bottle from his sleeve, on which was written the words "Wuliushan", and handed it to the person opposite him, saying: "Elders of the sect, those who are about to enter a state of retreat and break through will be given a 'Xu Ling Pill' as a gift, which will slightly help in breaking through."

Xu Yuanchang took the pill bottle, clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude. This is the benefit of having a sect to rely on behind you.

It is impossible for a shop to sell high-level realm-breaking pills like Xu Ling Dan.

Occasionally one would fall into the hands of a monk from a large sect, and the final auction price would be ridiculously high, and it must be exchanged for rare treasures.

Of course, with Xu Yuanchang's accumulation, he might not need the help of elixirs and can still break through and advance, but it is better to be prepared and feel more at ease.

Lu Jiuzhen recorded the whereabouts of Xu Ling Dan in the jade book, wrote the date, and asked Xu Yuanchang to sign on the back with his spiritual power.

After drinking tea and chatting for a while, Xu Yuanchang bowed and said goodbye. After going down the mountain, he flew straight to the west.

I went up to Xiliu Mountain and asked to see Uncle Master Cao.

Cao Wanxin served tea in the main hall, and his expression became even more amiable. With his keen eyesight, he could see that his nephew had reached perfection in his cultivation, and was even better than when he broke through the realm that year. As long as nothing went wrong, Wuliu Mountain would have a new seventh-floor master. The status of the sect would be as solid as a rock, and who would dare to object?

He did not preach about his own experience of breaking through the realm. As one goes higher, everyone's path of cultivation is completely different, so it is useless to talk about it. He talked in general terms about his insights on the rules of heaven and earth, and told Xu Yuanchang to rest assured in his seclusion that no one would disturb him, etc.

After Xu Yuanchang returned to Qinglin Mountain and gave instructions to Fan Changshun, he read books, drew talismans, meditated and did his homework every day, and wandered around the top of the mountain, just as usual, until a month later, when he went into the secret room and refused to come out.

Lu Jiujing used his authority as a sect leader to mobilize spiritual energy and covered the Qinglin Mountain with a formation.

Later, Yan Hanlin returned to the sect from traveling abroad. He heard that Junior Brother Xu had returned to the mountain, so he went to visit him. However, he saw the whole mountain was filled with white fog and was turned away. The scene was different from the past, and he envied it so much that he dared not to be lazy or slack off.

The leaves of the trees on Qinglin Mountain turn red and fall, turn green and red again, year after year.

The gate of the castle was closed and weeds were overgrown on the stone road in front of it.

……

The upper realm, the eastern realm.

A mortal city, on a bustling and lively street.

An old man with a ruddy face and wearing a half-worn blue Taoist robe was setting up a fortune-telling stall among the vendors selling food and firewood. The ground was spread with a half-worn white cloth and an old divination tube.

The bamboo sticks in the tube are dark red and old, with a layer of patina formed over the years. Unlike ordinary sticks, they are about a foot long, shaped like a command arrow, pointed and blunt at the bottom, and mysterious runes that cannot be understood are engraved on both sides.

Behind the old man, who was leaning against a tree trunk, there was a sign with the words "Divine prediction, three cents per visit" written on it.

People were coming and going on the street, but the old man's stall was deserted and business was slow.

At dusk, an elegant middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a brand new Taoist robe and carrying fortune-telling tools walked up to the old man who stood up with a dejected look on his face and invited him, "Master Gu, let's go to the front street to eat meat and drink a few cups to relieve your fatigue."

The old man waved his hands, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Master Qi, please go ahead. I am old and my appetite is not good. I cannot eat oily food."

The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled and said teasingly: "You eat two meals of vegetarian noodles every day, you have a good way to maintain your health."

After saying this, he walked away. People in the same business are enemies. If there is one more person stealing business on the street, he can't be driven away even if he has to eat coarse food. Master Qi wanted to deliberately anger the old Taoist priest, who was already quite old.

People need clothes, Buddha needs golden ornaments.

How can you get business from someone who dresses too poorly and speaks in an unpleasant way?
The old man didn't care and slowly packed up his stall. People were hurrying along the street and it was getting dark.

Suddenly, the old man straightened up, silently felt it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "Good boy, you have triggered the Magic Fairy Ring, eliminated the evil spirits, and finally advanced to the seventh floor. The speed of cultivation is not slow... I am about to leave, and I can't stay in the Nine Realms all the time. What does the fairyland look like? I have been wanting to take a look for a long time."

He slung the bag over his back and picked up his small stool and tent.

The old man casually waved his hand in the air and walked into the crack in the void. Behind him, all traces disappeared without a trace.

Among the many pedestrians rushing home on the street, no one noticed anything unusual.

The old man walked out of the air and landed on the top of a high mountain in the west of the Dongyou Territory. He shouted towards the palaces in front of him: "Ask for good or bad luck, three coins each time. This opportunity is rare. You will regret it if you miss it."

No one responded in the palace, which was filled with an odd silence.

The old man laughed and shouted again: "If I put the bench down, I will not leave. Think carefully about it."

After a while, a cursing voice came from inside: "Old man, you rely on your cultivation and magical powers to bully a small illusionist like me. What a shitty skill. If you have the guts, go block the door of the old monster in the Ninth Floor."

A young man in a white robe flew out of the palace with an angry look on his face.

"Friend Li, long time no see!"

The old man saluted with his fists, and the bench and banner in his hands, as well as the bag on his back, disappeared.

The young man was too lazy to be falsely polite and shouted, "Old Taoist Yanshan, please don't call me 'Daoyou Li'. That was a long time ago. I don't want to try to be friendly with you. I am now a human like you. My name is Ye Changmeng. We have dealt with each other many times, and you have deceived me more than once or twice. Let's be frank. What do you want from me?"

Taoist Master Yanshan looked at the ancient palace with the plaque of "Jinhe Palace" hanging on it. He had no sense that he was in the other party's lair. He smiled and said, "We haven't seen each other for more than 8,000 years. Why don't you invite your old friend in for a drink?"

The young man sneered: "Ye is too high to reach you, so hurry up and fart."

He was also carefully looking at the fortune-telling Taoist priest who looked down and out. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. What kind of cultivation level did Taoist priest Yanshan have?
He had restored his cultivation to the eighth floor a few years ago and met the old monster of the ninth floor of the Dongyou Sect. They had exchanged their experiences in metaphysics and had a drink together. Although the old monster Le of the Dongyou Sect also had great magical powers and profound cultivation, he felt that he was far inferior to old man Yanshan.

He had the illusion that if old man Yanshan wanted to catch him, it would be easy for him to do so with just a flick of his finger.

However, he had a grudge in his heart, so he spoke rudely and impolitely.

He even came to my house, I can do whatever I want.

Taoist Master Yanshan didn't take it seriously. He paced and said, "Your little friend has ascended to the Flowing Cloud Region. He has just been promoted to the seventh floor. Well, he is trying to condense a trace of the power of the rules of the Heaven and Earth Illusion Dao. He is very ambitious."

A hint of joy flashed across the young man's face. He looked the old man up and down and asked, "When will you ascend to the immortal world?"

He felt as if he had stolen the girl from an old Taoist priest right in front of him.

I didn’t expect that kid to advance to the seventh level in such a short time.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he ascends to the upper realm. He is truly a genius who can actually try to condense the power of rules.

The old man smiled and said casually: "He can ascend at any time. I am still waiting for him. I made a promise with him a few years ago that we will meet again in the famous mountains and rivers if we are destined to. So I came to the East Travel Region in advance and came to see you on the way."

The young man immediately understood that there was a place called "Mingshanzhou" in the Dongyou Region, and there was a river called "Dachuan" in its territory.

This old guy had calculated this day hundreds of years ago.

The young man finally couldn't help but ask, "What is your current level of cultivation? Tenth level?"

The old man lost his serious look and squinted his eyes: "Guess? You can be bold and guess higher."

The boy's face turned pale and he let out a hissing sound.

"Old man, how did you do that?"

"Don't you already know that?"

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(End of this chapter)