Immortality and cultivation begin with drawing talismans...

Chapter 69 Gravesite! Foundation Establishment Pill!

The wooden armor binds the spirit array.

"Second-tier demonic beasts are truly troublesome!"

With more than half of the array spirit stones used up and dozens of fireball talismans in its hand, the Ironback Mantis finally lay on the verge of death in a pool of green blood.

Lin Chang'an was even more alarmed. Although he seemed to have encountered no danger, he knew that the whole thing was a war of attrition.

In two hours, he had consumed over a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

A single high-quality talisman is worth seventy or eighty spirit stones, and he threw away a total of twenty-seven of them, not to mention the consumption of the formation.

"Pfft!"

As the Ironback Mantis collapsed weakly, its body was squeezed out of green liquid by the vines that kept wrapping around it, and it seemed to have lost its ability to react.

Lin Chang'an took a deep breath and calmly observed his surroundings. After finding no other cultivators, he was still somewhat uneasy.

【Wood Spirit Thorn】

Four streaks of azure light flashed and pierced into the Ironback Mantis's body, while Lin Chang'an continued to wield the Green Bamboo Sword, flashing past rapidly.

"Pfft!"

As the green liquid splattered, the Ironback Mantis's hideous and terrifying head fell to the ground, which finally made Lin Chang'an secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"This time they're finally dead."

The Green Horned Ox beside it let out a happy moo, as if to say that it no longer had to be the bait to lure such a terrifying monster.

However, just as Lin Chang'an smiled, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and was about to step forward, he paused, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Back when we were in the demon-hunting team, Old He once said that monsters like strange insects and snakes have extremely strong vitality..."

At this moment, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but show a solemn expression. He didn't step forward himself, but turned his head and met the eyes of the Green Horned Ox.

In an instant, the green-horned ox widened its eyes and shook its head repeatedly, mooing loudly, clearly indicating its refusal.

"You idiot."

Lin Chang'an laughed and cursed, stepped over the Green Horned Ox, picked up the half-corpse of the low-level demon beast that had been lying on the ground and was now cold, attached a high-level golden light talisman to it and threw it over.

Just as the half-destroyed monster corpse crashed down, a cold light flashed in Lin Chang'an's pupils, and the Ironback Mantis's forelimbs directly struck it.

"Pfft!"

As the golden light shattered and blood splattered, the Green Horned Ox was startled and bellowed loudly, but it still stood in front of Lin Chang'an, pawing the ground with its four hooves, ready to attack at any moment.

"Even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down until it dies!"

Lin Chang'an gasped, his face showing lingering fear and apprehension.

Fortunately, he remembered Old He's warning.

Even if a strange insect or similar monster has its head cut off and its body cut into several pieces, and it is clearly dead, its body can still launch an instinctive counterattack.

"Old He, you saved my life again."

Thinking of the late Old He, Lin Chang'an was filled with emotion, but at the same time he secretly reminded himself that he could not let his guard down because of the peaceful life he had lived in recent years.

Fortunately, I had ingrained this caution in my bones when I was in the demon-hunting team. I suddenly remembered it today, otherwise I would have really been in for a world of trouble.

With a wave of his hand, he wielded the Green Bamboo Sword and dismembered the Ironback Mantis's forelimbs and hind legs. He even burned through its hideous head with a fireball technique after extracting its demon core. Only then did he begin to clean up the battlefield.

Night gradually fell.

The formation in the valley slowly dissipated, and Lin Chang'an's solemn figure vanished in a flash, leaving only traces of the previous battle behind.

To prevent others from taking advantage of his misfortune, Lin Chang'an finished tidying up inside the formation and restored his magical power. He then pretended to close the formation several times to test it.

After waiting for a while and finding no hidden cultivators, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the demon core he had risked so much to obtain to benefit someone else.

He dispelled the formation and quickly disappeared into the forest.

This time, we waited for two whole months in the Cloud and Mist Mountains, but the harvest was worth it.

……

Qingzhushan Market.

Less than two years later, the once bustling market is now deserted.

The market town is mostly populated by cultivators at the early stage of Qi Refining, with a few at the middle stage. Cultivators at the later stage are rarely seen here.

After all, this place is close to Tianxuan City, so naturally, most people with a little cultivation will go to Tianxuan City.

After leaving the Cloud and Mist Mountains, Lin Chang'an passed by Qingzhushan Market. Standing on the back mountain, he looked at the place where his dream of immortality began, and the scenes of his life here flashed through his mind.

From its initial establishment to its prosperity, and now to its decline, Qingzhushan Market has experienced a dramatic transformation.

"Things have changed, but the mountains, rivers, and moon remain the same."

Finally, Lin Chang'an sighed sadly, turned around and looked at the densely packed tombstones on the back mountain, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Few people are traveling together on the path to immortality. The prosperity of Qingzhu Mountain Market has faded. I wonder how long this tranquility can last."

After a moment of reflection, Lin Chang'an arrived at Old He's tombstone, carrying a pot of spirit wine.

"Old He, I am grateful for your kindness in teaching me how to survive in the demon-hunting team. I am also grateful for your grandson He Yan's kindness in giving me a first-tier inheritance fireball talisman."

The wine was poured out, and there was the grave he had erected for He Yan. He couldn't help but sigh. Over the years, the two major sects had eliminated many of the cultivators from the Divine Sword Sect and the Demonic Sect within a thousand miles.

Moreover, judging from the marks on the tombstone, it is clear that no one has come here since that incident, so it seems that He Yan is probably in grave danger.

Thinking of this, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but feel melancholy in front of the tombstone.

Back then, the market was in chaos, and in order to avoid getting involved with He Yan, he never came here. He never imagined that so many years had passed.

Time flies.

Lin Chang'an stood lost in thought under the setting sun, seemingly pondering something.

"Old He, I'm leaving now. When I return next time, I'll probably be a high and mighty Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Lin Chang'an was unusually relaxed.

Just as he lowered his head to put down his wine glass, a point of light suddenly appeared in his pupils, and his expression became even more astonished.

"This is!?"

Ever since obtaining the demon core, the cautious man had kept his spiritual eye open. Just before leaving, as he bent down to put down his wine cup, due to the distance...

His rudimentary ability to see through fog and stone allowed him to glimpse a corner hidden beneath the stone tablet. It was like seeing a glimmer of jade light in the darkness.

【Insightful Eye (Proficient 386/500)】

As Lin Chang'an slowly stepped back a few steps, he used his Body Object Technique to move Old He Tou's stone tablet, revealing what was underneath, causing his pupils to shrink instantly.

"This is... a medicinal pill!"

"The patterns on the jade bottle belong to the Xuan Yin Pavilion!"

The clear patterns on the jade bottle made Lin Chang'an's eyes widen in surprise.

"Could it be!"

As the jade bottle was opened slightly, a purple light instantly emanated from it. With a 'snap', Lin Chang'an immediately slammed it shut again, his expression tense.

Without any hesitation, he quickly put the wooden spirit thorn into his storage bag, while simultaneously gripping it tightly in his hand, nervously keeping watch on his surroundings.

"Gudong!"

He was so nervous that he couldn't help but swallow.

Inside this jade bottle was actually a Foundation Establishment Pill!

Considering the timing of He Yan's appearance, Lin Chang'an's expression changed drastically.

"It just so happened that a pair of cultivators who had just been married into the Zhou family and Xuan Yin Pavilion were killed, causing turmoil in the market. Among the victims, two Foundation Establishment Pills were stolen."

Over the years, this event remains the most sensational event in Qingzhushan Market.

I initially thought that the two Foundation Establishment Pills had been stolen by the remnants of the Demonic Cult. Given the Xuan Yin Pavilion pattern on this jade bottle, it's highly likely that one of the Foundation Establishment Pills is this one.

"Could it be that He Yan, that kid, joined the Demonic Sect back then?!"

Thinking of this, Lin Chang'an felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of lingering fear. Fortunately, he hadn't had too much involvement with He Yan back then.

Now, thinking back on it, he finally understood why He Yan had given him the superior talisman inheritance.

He Yan's claim of repaying a debt of gratitude was clearly a ruse to cover up his secret plot to steal Foundation Establishment Pills.

Knowing that he had suddenly appeared, and considering the situation at the time, He Yan, being a cautious rogue cultivator, naturally did not want to get involved with cultivators of unknown identity.

Naturally, he wouldn't visit Old He's grave anymore.

He Yan used the pretext of repaying a debt of gratitude to conceal his true intentions.

Although it was hidden under the tombstone and no one would move it, this showed He Yan's caution.

"This boy!"

Lin Chang'an's eye twitched; this kid has really changed a lot.

Since he desired the immense benefit of inheriting a first-tier talisman, he naturally wouldn't speak carelessly.

This all makes sense. If he hadn't accidentally gained a spiritual eye, he wouldn't have discovered that He Yan was also very cautious, even if he came here again in the future.

But He Yan never expected that he could see what was under the tombstone.

Lin Chang'an, carrying a precious treasure, suppressed his complicated emotions, cleaned up the traces in front of the grave, and then hurriedly left Qingzhushan Market.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to return to Tianxuan City immediately!
He currently has a Foundation Establishment Pill in his storage bag, and it's a high-quality one at that.

Add to that the Foundation Establishment Pills that you've already gathered the most difficult materials for, refine one batch, and if you're lucky, you might get three more, if not, two, and if all else fails, you should at least get one.

His luck seems pretty good too.

Along the way, he couldn't help but sigh to himself that He Yan was a man of great fortune, but unfortunately he didn't live to enjoy it.

"Indeed, the saying 'fortune and wealth are found in danger, and lost in danger' holds true."

“He Yan, and Wang Lin before him, are living examples. Obtaining an opportunity may not be yours; it may be a stepping stone for someone else.”

Opportunities only truly belong to you when they are transformed into strength!

Lin Chang'an, who was carrying a precious treasure, was on edge the whole way, fearing that the opportunity he had obtained would become someone else's advantage.

However, his good fortune seemed to be all related to graves. After returning from the graves for the first time, he received a Fireball Talisman.

Last time, they obtained the Wang family's ancient cultivation technique through a fortuitous opportunity, and this time they even have Foundation Establishment Pills.

This made him wonder if this grave was truly his lucky place.

At the same time, he was secretly shocked. He Yan's luck was unparalleled. In that chaotic environment, he actually obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill.

If he's still alive and has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, then that would definitely be another legendary story among rogue cultivators.

……

At this time, the Divine Sword Sect of the Yue Kingdom was tens of thousands of miles away.

"Heh heh, does Old Ghost Huang really think he can scheme for the late-stage Golden Core realm by using a furnace as a tool and nobody will know? He still wants to keep it a secret. I wonder what the Divine Sword Sect will do when they find out..."

As the hoarse, cold voice of Protector Xiang echoed, there were eighteen Foundation Establishment cultivators under his command inside the mysterious house.

"In recent years, you have spread the methods of seizing the foundation of our Divine Sect, developed rogue cultivators and even traitors within sects, and made them kill cultivators from the three major sects or commit acts of betrayal. The Divine Sect will not forget your contributions."

Beneath Xiang's sinister smile, he laid out a grand plan, which these hidden agents would eventually drive the Yue Kingdom into chaos.

Among the crowd was He Yan, who was already a Foundation Establishment cultivator. At this moment, he had a head of white hair and a cold expression. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat and he suddenly thought of his hometown.

Thinking back to the Foundation Establishment Pills he had hidden away, he couldn't help but sigh. Plans really can't keep up with changes.

He had planned to secretly take the Foundation Establishment Elixir once his cultivation was sufficient, but he never expected to be chosen by Protector Xiang and brought to the territory of the Divine Sword Sect.

They were separated by thousands of miles, and several years passed in the process. Later, when his cultivation was sufficient, he was rewarded by Protector Xiang with the Foundation Establishment Secret Technique. At that time, he could not refuse, and he had no chance to return. Naturally, he did not use the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"When I have the chance in the future, I will go back and take this Foundation Establishment Pill to exchange for a protective magic weapon."

He Yan pondered to himself, realizing that he could never escape the cult in this lifetime.

But no one would have guessed that he had taken advantage of the chaos to see the storage bags of the two cultivators from Xuan Yin Pavilion and the Zhou family, and without hesitation, he threw out the two storage bags.

He even took out another Foundation Establishment Pill and threw it out along with the jade bottle, creating chaos and making others fight to the death, while he secretly took the other Foundation Establishment Pill and then escaped.

Because his cultivation level was not high enough and he was afraid of being discovered, he hid under a grave on the back mountain.

Unexpectedly, it was never used.

Tomorrow is Monday, please continue reading.

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