Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 109 Dan Cheng
Lin Fan controlled the magical spirit boat and flew forward like a gust of wind and lightning.

The expressions of the people traveling together on the boat were different. Some closed their eyes tightly, immersed in the quiet state of cultivation, with spiritual energy flowing around them vaguely, as if they had merged with the heaven and earth.

Some of them gazed at the rolling hills outside the window, their thoughts hidden in their eyes, just like the unpredictable clouds and mist between the hills, which were incomprehensible.

Three days later, the familiar Yellow Maple Valley came into view.

The valley is filled with spiritual energy, as if gently shrouded by a layer of gauze, outlining a dreamlike and ethereal picture of a fairyland.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual power in his hands slowly circulated, slowly slowing down the speed of the spiritual boat and landing steadily.

When he looked up, he saw that the headmaster Zhong Lingdao was already waiting in front of the meeting hall.

Zhong Lingdao was wearing a sky blue robe. The fabric of the robe was of high quality, and the texture was as delicate as the ripples on the surface of a lake. It glowed softly under the caress of the sunlight.

The cloud patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads on the collar and cuffs were intricate and exquisite. With his every move, the cloud patterns seemed to come alive, agile and flowing, as if they could fly in the clouds at any time.

This outfit not only shows the noble status of the leader, but also retains the extraordinary temperament of the immortal cultivator.

"Greetings, Uncle Master Lin. You must have worked hard on the journey." Zhong Lingdao stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly, his expression full of respect, and said respectfully.

Lin Fan waved his hand, his expression as calm as a still lake, and said slowly, "This trip to the Blood Forbidden Land went quite smoothly. I'll be leaving now. You should hand over to the Foundation Establishment Elder who's traveling with us."

"Yes, uncle." Zhong Lingdao agreed quickly. After watching Lin Fan leave, he turned and walked towards the elders in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Lin Fan, accompanied by his disciple Qin Xian'er, the spiritual energy around them surged like a surging river. In an instant, they turned into a shadow and soared into the air, flying towards their own cave at lightning speed.

In just a moment, the two of them landed safely in front of the cave.

Stepping into the cave hall, the interior is simple yet elegant.

The stone benches and stone tables are neatly arranged, and the walls are inlaid with luminous pearls that emit a soft glow, illuminating the entire space and filling it with a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

Qin Xian'er couldn't hide her excitement, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, just like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

She couldn't wait to pull out a high-end storage bag from her bosom, carefully holding it in both hands, and handed it to Lin Fan. Her voice was clear and pleasant, full of pride: "Master, everything is in there. I have fulfilled my mission."

Her eyes were sparkling, as if they contained stars, and she looked forward to receiving praise from her master.

Lin Fan looked at his beloved disciple in front of him with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a gentle smile. He nodded gently, his tone full of doting: "The storage bag is given to you, please take out the things."

"Yes, master!"

When Qin Xian'er heard this, the smile on her face became brighter, like the most beautiful spring flowers blooming in spring, and she responded crisply.

Then, she gently patted the storage bag with her jade hand. After a few rustling sounds, several huge jade jars instantly appeared on the ground. A huge jade box was placed beside it. The lid of the box was tightly closed, and a strange light faintly seeped out from the gap, as if telling of the extraordinary treasures in the box.

Lin Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the objects lightly, then he waved his sleeves gracefully, and his spiritual power was like an invisible but powerful hand, which wrapped around the huge jade jar and jade box on the ground and instantly sank into the storage bag.

Then, he slightly turned sideways and looked at Qin Xian'er, his eyes full of gentleness and concern, and said softly: "You have worked hard this time, you should go and rest first."

Although the voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable calmness, like the sound of an ancient mountain bell, steady and reassuring.

"Yes, Master." Qin Xian'er nodded hurriedly with a respectful look. After taking a few steps back, she turned around and left.

Her back showed a bit of joy, probably because she had successfully completed the task. Her heart was filled with joy, and even her steps became lighter, and every step seemed like a happy dance.

Lin Fan strode into the medicine garden. The spiritual energy in the garden was as rich as a jar of mellow wine. Rare herbs grew wildly, and the aroma was so fragrant that it made people feel happy both physically and mentally, as if all the fatigue was swept away by this fragrance.

After he stood still, he raised his hand and patted the storage bag. A flash of light passed by, and the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus and the huge jade jar instantly appeared before his eyes.

This jade jar is lustrous all over, as if carved from fine mutton-fat jade. The natural texture on the jar wall is like the veins of mountains and rivers, as if hiding endless mysteries between heaven and earth.

Lin Fan moved closer and gently lifted the lid of the jar. Rich spiritual energy, mixed with the mellow scent of thousand-year-old stalactites, blew towards him. The scent was long and deep, full of the flavor of time.

The stalactites in the tank are stacked layer by layer, as solid as jade, with a warm luster. Every drop contains the essence of heaven and earth, just like a rare treasure bestowed by time to the world.

Lin Fan carefully picked up the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus beside him. This Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus was like the most perfect work of art in the world, embodying the masterpiece of nature's magic.

It has two lotus flowers, one is as white as snow, as if it was carefully carved from pure ice and snow, surrounded by a trace of cold air, like an elf isolated from the world of ice and snow, exuding a cold and noble temperament.

The other flower is bright red like fire, and its petals are like burning flames, emitting scorching heat, like the ruler of the kingdom of fire, flamboyant and passionate.

The two lotus flowers nestled against each other, yet distinctly separate, creating a unique and wondrous beauty that left one marveling at nature's wondrous creation. He slowly lowered it into the jade jar, submerging the Ice and Fire Lotus's roots within the millennia-old stalactites. His movements were so gentle, as if he were handling the world's most precious and fragile treasure, fearing the slightest carelessness would destroy this beauty.

Then, Lin Fan took out the Taiqing Jade Bottle. The bottle was simple and heavy, with mysterious runes flowing on it. Those runes seemed to be telling ancient stories and carrying the vicissitudes of time.

He gently pulled out the cork, and a drop of Taiqing Immortal Liquid slowly slid down and landed precisely on the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus.

In an instant, the moment the immortal liquid touched the lotus body, a circle of brilliant light appeared around the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus, and the red became more and more brilliant, like the extremely gorgeous fiery clouds in the sky, blooming with warm colors wantonly.

The white ones are becoming increasingly cold, like glaciers that have not melted for thousands of years, emitting a chill that keeps people away from them for thousands of miles, as if they are greedily absorbing the power of the elixir, striving to bloom with a brighter and more charming light.

Time flows slowly, silently like the gurgling of water, and several months pass in a flash.

In this quiet medicinal garden, the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus thrives under the careful nourishment of thousand-year-old stalactites and Taiqing Immortal Liquid.

Now, it has fully matured, and the icy aura of the white lotus is spreading wildly, as if freezing the entire world in this ice and snow.

The red lotus's flames grew hotter and hotter, as if they could burn everything in the world to ashes. The entire medicine garden was shrouded in these two extreme auras, forming a wonderful and shocking scene, like a dreamland of ice and fire, making people feel as if they were at the junction of fairyland and purgatory, feeling the collision of nature's most extreme power.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan circulated his spiritual power, and a faint halo appeared in his hand. His movements were extremely cautious, and he slowly reached out towards the mature Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus.

With the surge of spiritual power, he accurately cut off this precious spiritual plant, leaving only a small piece of roots hidden in the stalactites.

Although this piece of root is small, it seems to contain endless vitality. Nourished by the spiritual power of the thousand-year-old stalactites, it trembles slightly, as if accumulating the strength to break through the ground and be reborn.

Then Lin Fan dropped another drop of Taiqing Immortal Liquid, which merged into the stalactite and quickly wrapped around the roots.

Lin Fan knew very well that as long as he nurtured it carefully, this root would be able to come back to life and ripen more Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotuses.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

If he could really ripen a sufficient amount of Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus, with the vast spiritual energy contained in it, he would be able to break through all the way and cultivate to the great perfection of the Jindan stage in just twenty to thirty years.

You know, in the world of immortal cultivation, such a fast progress in cultivation is incredible, but the magic of the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus gives Lin Fan the confidence and expectation.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the edge of the jade jar, whispering: "Everything depends on you." His voice was filled with longing for the future and expectations for this spiritual plant, as if he was whispering to an old friend.

Half a year is just a fleeting moment in the long years of a cultivator's life, but for Lin Fan, this half year is full of torment and anticipation, and every minute and every second is like a race against time.

Within the herb garden, sunlight filtered through the layers of spiritual plants, casting dappled shadows like a natural ink painting, brimming with poetry and tranquility. Lin Fan, dressed in a plain robe, stood quietly in the center of the herb garden, his gaze fixed on the newly ripened Yin-Yang Ice-Fire Lotus.

The Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus before my eyes looked like an elf walking out of a dream, so beautiful that it took my breath away.

The petals of the pure white flower seem to be carved from the purest ice and snow. Each petal exudes an ethereal luster, and a trace of cold air lingers, condensing the surrounding air into ice crystals visible to the naked eye. They glitter with tiny lights under the sunlight, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, exuding a cool and charming atmosphere.

The bright red one is like a burning flame, with its petals stretching out wantonly, warm and flamboyant. The scorching heat makes ripples in the surrounding air, as if to ignite all things in the world and bloom with endless enthusiasm and vitality. Its gorgeousness and unrestrainedness form a sharp contrast with the coolness of the white lotus, but they coexist so harmoniously on the same stem.

The two lotus flowers snuggle up to each other, yet with clear boundaries, blooming with completely different beauty on the same stem. It is so breathtakingly beautiful that people cannot take their eyes off it, as if it is a beautiful painting sketched by nature with the most magical brush.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand and gently touched the petals of the ice lotus. A biting chill came from his fingertips, as if he was instantly frozen in a thousand-year-old cold pond. But the chill was instantly dispelled by the heat of the fire lotus. The two extreme feelings collided violently at his fingertips, wonderful and shocking, as if telling the mystery and harmonious coexistence of the two poles of yin and yang.

His heart was filled with emotion. The hard work of the past six months had not been in vain. With this new Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus, he was more confident in reaching the great perfection of the Jindan stage. The future path of cultivating immortals seemed to become brighter, as if there was a ray of dawn ahead guiding him to move forward.

"Huh..." Lin Fan let out a long sigh. His nerves, which had been tense for half a year, finally relaxed completely. The worry in his eyes completely dissipated, replaced by full confidence and expectation. The light flashing in his eyes seemed to be a firm belief in the future path of cultivating immortals. He believed that with this precious spiritual plant and his own unremitting efforts, he would be able to go further and further on the path of cultivating immortals.

Afterwards, Lin Fan devoted himself to refining the elixir.

He stayed in the alchemy room for several days. The fire in the room was blazing, spiritual power was surging, and light was flashing, like a mysterious energy field.

He formed seals with his hands rapidly, and injected spiritual power into the alchemy furnace accurately, blending with the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus in the furnace.

The power of ice and fire from the Yin-Yang Ice and Fire Lotus collided and intertwined fiercely in the furnace. Sometimes, the cold air filled the air, causing the temperature in the alchemy room to plummet, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground, as if one had instantly entered a world of ice and snow; sometimes, flames rose, and the scorching heat distorted the surrounding air, as if one was in a blazing sea of ​​fire.

Lin Fan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he was completely unaware of it. His eyes were fixed on the alchemy furnace, his expression focused and solemn, as if the whole world only included him and the elixir in the furnace.

Every time his spiritual power circulated and every time he made a change in the seal, he poured all his energy into it and could not afford any mistakes, because this not only affected the success or failure of the elixir, but also whether his path to cultivating immortality could proceed smoothly.

After several days of suffering and hard work, bursts of strange fragrance finally emanated from the furnace, lingering around. The fragrance seemed to carry a mysterious magic that lifted people's spirits.

Lin Fan let out a long sigh and slowly opened the alchemy furnace. He saw three round pills lying quietly in it, emitting a soft and mysterious light, as if telling of their extraordinary and preciousness. These three pills carried Lin Fan's hard work and hope, and would also become an important helper in his journey of cultivating immortality.

(End of this chapter)