Immortal of Eternal Life and Endless Ages

Chapter 16 Qingyang as a Signal (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

This retreat lasts for six days.

Until the morning of the seventh day.

The dawn breaks and the sun rises in the east.

Thousands of rays of light soared into the sky like a giant dragon, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds.

From the towering mountains in the north, a stream of purple air rushes down like a river, spreading its magnificence between heaven and earth.

In the Purple Smoke Valley.

The various mountain villas and temples gradually became populated with people.

Fang Sheng also slowly opened his eyes and finally woke up from his practice.

He exhaled a breath:
"call!"

"Second level of Qi refining."

"Now, I should be considered the third most advanced person among all the immortal seedlings."

Fang Sheng calculated on his fingers.

The two people above are naturally Ao Yueru and Zhou Yan.

These two people with inferior spiritual roots broke through to the second level half a year ago and two months ago respectively.

Counting further, Zhao Miaoyan is still lingering in the nine-inch spiritual light.

Other miscellaneous spiritual roots and immortal seedlings, even if they have ten strands of Tao rhyme.

Now I have only cultivated to the first level of perfection at best.

This is because other immortal seedlings have tasks to complete.

As hired workers, they have to complete at least thirty contribution points every month.

As for Fang Sheng, he only needs to refine the waste pill once a month.

Fifteen wasted pills add up to exactly thirty contribution points.

Moreover, Fang Sheng does not need to actually refine the blood evil, he can just give it to Qinglian to absorb.

All in all, he had at least three or four times more time to practice than others.

"However, this breakthrough was made possible by the improvement of my spiritual roots. Otherwise, I would probably be stuck at this bottleneck for another half a year..."

Fang Sheng shook his head.

He is now a qualified cultivator, but he will never be satisfied with the speed of his cultivation.

Just like people will never complain about having too much money.

……

It was early morning.

Fang Sheng cooked two bowls of spiritual rice porridge, looked at the magnificent sky in the yard, and quietly enjoyed the afterglow of the breakthrough.

The purpose of diligent practice is to achieve longevity, but longevity does not mean to suffer more.

Sometimes you need to stop and take a break.

Somehow, Fang Sheng suddenly remembered.

A few years ago, Zheng Jinli, the head of the Zheng family, said on the flying boat:

"Haste makes waste. Sometimes it might be better to stop..."

"At this moment, it's the same thing."

Fang Sheng chuckled and drank the spiritual rice porridge in the bowl.

"Brother Fang!"

Zhao Miaoyan's voice suddenly came from outside the yard.

"I've brought you a sign!"

Fang Sheng waved his hand and released a magical power to open the gate.

Zhao Miaoyan was carrying two wine gourds and a roast chicken.

As soon as I walked in, I felt something was wrong.

"Hey! Brother Fang, you, you broke through the second level of Qi Refining?"

"After seven days of seclusion, I barely broke through."

Fang Sheng nodded slightly.

Zhao Miaoyan sighed with envy, but compared to the past, there was less reluctance in his eyes and more ease.

He sat down opposite and took out a Taoist card from his pocket:
"Brother Fang, this is your Dao card. It has been sent to the Baishi Palace for registration."

"Thank you."

This was the favor Fang Sheng asked Zhao Miaoyan to do before he went into seclusion.

He took the Taoist sign. It was made of the finest century-old peach wood, with a solid and warm texture and natural and simple patterns.

Other than that, there is nothing special.

Fang Sheng’s name was engraved on the Taoist tablet.

At the same time, there is also the Dao name he personally set -

【Qingyang】

He originally wanted to use Qinglian as his Taoist name, which was a reference to his own reincarnation Qinglian.

But on second thought, I became worried that there might be some big cause and effect involved.

So the word "Qingyang" was finally decided.

"Spring is Qingyang, summer is Zhuming, autumn is Baizang, and winter is Xuanying. The harmony of the four seasons is called Jade Candle."

The rotation of the four seasons also implies reincarnation.

But it is not as eye-catching as Qinglian.

……

Fang Sheng probed his magic power into the Taoist card.

One can feel that there is a faint restriction in it.

That was planted by a cultivator from the Zheng family.

In this way, even if you meet other people from the Zheng family outside, you can confirm each other's identities through the Dao card.

Apart from this, there are no other functions.

As for tracking and positioning.

Even though Fang Sheng didn't understand formations, he knew this was impossible.

Cultivating immortality also requires principles.

With only such a weak restriction and no spirit stones to replenish it, where would there be enough spiritual power to realize those functions?
At this time.

Zhao Miaoyan has already laid out the roast chicken and wine gourd he brought:

"Brother Fang, come and try my newly brewed wine!"

Seeing this, Fang Sheng couldn't help but cover his forehead with a headache.

Ever since I decided on my Taoist name.

Zhao Miaoyan felt that since he was nicknamed "Greedy for Wine", he should inherit the immortal way from his predecessors in the future.

So, he started drinking too.

Drinking is not enough, this guy has also recently started to study brewing...

Fang Sheng was silent for a long time, and finally took a sip from the wine gourd...

"Brother Fang, how is it?"

“…It’s really hard to drink.”

"what?!"

……

Next.

Fang Sheng rested for a few days, during which time he also visited various places in Ziyan Valley to explore the mountains and rivers, and had a very carefree time.

Of course, they are all safe places.

Even if a ferocious beast appears here, it will be hung on the Baishi Palace and monks will be called in to hunt it.

Four days later.

Fang Sheng, with the Taoist badge hanging on his waist, came to the Baishi Hall again.

"Brother Fang!"

The person who received us in the Pepsi Hall was still Zheng Qiubo.

Compared to the young girl three years ago, she is now gradually mature, with a calm temperament, like a beautiful rose, always exuding a faint elegance.

The two can be considered old acquaintances.

Fang Sheng directly asked about the task he was interested in.

What interested him were naturally those tasks related to retainers.

During the past six months, he has been refining waste pills every month.

He will also accept some tasks issued by Zheng family followers.

Relying on his rich life experience, Fang Sheng can always show his abilities inadvertently.

It did attract some people's attention.

"Brother Fang, only Master Li has a mission recently..."

"Master Li Fu?"

Fang Sheng thought about it.

The talisman master who married his daughter to Xianmiao Ahe was this person.

He has a pointed face and is usually rude and aggressive in his speech.

Even though he was still a freshman, he still had a bad feeling towards this person.

Ah He, who married his daughter, was always sad and gloomy, and he no longer had the glory of the wedding...

"Forget it, I'll come back later."

Fang Sheng was about to leave.

Suddenly I saw an acquaintance walk in.

It was Zhou Yan.

He looked gloomy and walked quickly to Qiubo:

"I have a mission to find someone to go to the Yuzhu Lake Dojo to take care of an old senior."

"Ok."

Zheng Qiubo gave Fang Sheng an apologetic look and helped Zhou Yan register.

Zhou Yan talked about the details of the mission.

Fang Sheng was right next to them and soon found out the details.

Taoist Shuimu recently assigned Zhou Yan a task, asking him to take care of an old senior.

The man was an old retainer of the Zheng family. As he grew older, he had been recuperating in the Zheng family.

Zhou Yan was obviously dissatisfied with this arrangement, thinking that it wasted his time for cultivation.

After reluctantly going there for a few days, he simply ran to the Pepsi Hall to find someone to replace him.

Zhou Yan hung up the task and quickly turned around and left.

Not even a hello.

Seeing this, Fang Sheng could only shake his head.

"You are so used to a life of luxury that you don't even understand this."

Shuimu is cultivating Zhou Yan and creating opportunities for him.

No matter in which era.

The words of this kind of old predecessors have always been extremely important...

Fang Sheng has a deep understanding of this.

(End of this chapter)