I forge immortality with a pagoda.

Yu Mingtong and his companion were resting when suddenly the rocks beside them exploded, sending them flying with tremendous force.

Yu Meng was strong and robust, a first-level martial artist. He had fought many tough battles with Yu Yihu. He was alright after this injury, but he felt a tightness in his chest and had difficulty breathing.

Yu Mingtong, on the other hand, was in a much worse state. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and it seemed that several of his bones were broken.

The two struggled to their feet, and when they saw the person in front of them clearly, they both gasped in shock.

"You're still alive!" Yu Meng shouted in panic, clearly startled by the sudden turn of events.

He quickly calmed down. He knew that Shen Yu had not yet reached the advanced level, and even if he knew some minor skills, it would be difficult for him and his brother to defeat him.

Moreover, he is a big, strong man with incredible strength, so taking down Shen Yu should be a piece of cake for him.

Just as he was about to step forward and grab Shen Yu, Yu Mingtong suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Big brother?" Yu Meng turned to look at Yu Mingtong and asked in confusion.

Yu Mingtong shook his head, his eyes filled with despair.

Yu Meng felt a chill in his heart. Looking at Shen Yu again, he suddenly felt that his aura was long and continuous, and his imposing presence was immeasurable. It was the same feeling that his third brother gave him.

"Kaiyuan cultivator...when will you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword light as sharp as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and two huge heads rolled to the ground, blood splattering out for about ten feet.

Yu Meng felt dizzy and watched as two headless corpses stood in the same spot, which were his and Yu Mingtong's bodies.

Shen Yu spat fiercely, "Sending you two to your deaths today will also give my master some company on his journey to the underworld."

He collected all the two corpses and quickly disappeared into the vast mountains.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the towering mountains...

A tall, burly man with a thick beard, clad in purple-gold armor, suddenly felt a pang of unease and became uncontrollably agitated, his brows furrowing tightly.

Standing beside him was a tall, handsome young man.

Seeing his unusual expression, the young man asked, "Father, is something wrong?"

The burly man with a thick beard pondered for a moment, then said, "Just now, my heart stirred, and I seemed to sense something through the connection in my blood."

Judging from their appearances, these two men bear a resemblance to Yu Mingtong and Yu Meng.

It was Yu Yihu and his third son, Yu Dingguan.

"Could it be that those two people didn't die?"

Yu Dingguan hesitated for a moment, then continued, "If those two, master and disciple, truly had even a breath left, and were to fight like cornered beasts, I'm afraid my elder brother and second brother would be in grave danger..."

Yu Yihu snorted coldly, "If that's really the case, then I'll risk my life to tear that old bastard and that little beast apart."

He then called out.

A group of armored halberdiers approached from not far away.

The leading general had a stern face, with a scar running from the corner of his eyebrow down to his jaw, spanning his entire face and making him look somewhat ferocious.

"Your Majesty," he said respectfully.

Yu Yihu suppressed his inner turmoil and ordered, "You all search this area thoroughly. Once you find anything, immediately send someone to find us."

"Yes!" The general clasped his hands in a deep bow and accepted the order.

Yu Yihu said no more. He channeled his energy and leaped toward Shen Yu's location, with Yu Dingguan naturally following behind.

At this moment, Shen Yu had already hidden deep in the mountains.

Knowing full well that the mountains were teeming with ferocious beasts, Yu Yihu dared not venture too far into the mountains.

Similarly, danger and opportunity coexist, and there are many opportunities in these vast mountains.

Shen Yu had previously heard Daoist Yunhui say that there were three major sects in the southern region of Dongling Prefecture: Feiyun Sect, Xueying Cave, and Lujing Sect.

Except for the Flying Cloud Sect, which is a Xuanmen sect, all the others are Demonic sects.

The three sects often send their disciples to the myriad mountains for training, firstly to hone their skills, and secondly to seek opportunities.

The leaders and disciples of the other dozens of smaller sects also frequently come to this mountain to explore, hoping to find great opportunities, improve their cultivation levels, and glorify their sects.

However, the Wan Chong Mountains are by no means a blessed land. Every year, many disciples from various sects perish there, their remains never found.

Even in the legends, it is said that one of the sect leaders of the Lu Jing Sect went on a journey deep into the mountains, encountered a demon king, and had his primordial spirit shattered, resulting in his death.

This rumor has been around for a long time, and the Lu Jing Sect strictly forbids mentioning it, and has never revealed any details to the outside world.

Whether it was true that this did not happen, or whether Emperor Jingzong was afraid of losing face and therefore kept quiet about it, it is unclear.

With Shen Yu's meager cultivation level, he naturally dared not venture deep into the Wanshan Mountains. He only found a secluded spot on the outskirts and, following the example of Daoist Yunhui, opened a new cave.

He carefully blocked the cave entrance with a huge rock to conceal it before letting out a long breath and recuperating.

Now, a month has passed quickly, and Shen Yu has fully replenished the energy he had previously lost.

At this moment, he was full of energy and vitality, and began to take stock of the relics left by Daoist Yunhui.

Seeing the objects reminded him of the person, and he was somewhat dazed, but Shen Yu quickly adjusted his mood.

There are all sorts of storage containers in the world, each with its own unique uses, but Daoist Yunhui uses the Qiankun Bag.

In addition to the superior-grade talisman sword, the Spirit Cry Sword, there are also the superior-grade talisman artifact, the Three Lights Jade, the mid-grade talisman artifact, the Dust Bead, the inferior-grade talisman artifact, the Emerald Cloud Ring, and the inferior-grade talisman artifact, the White Porcelain Bottle.

Talismans and magical artifacts are the treasures that cultivators use to protect themselves.

Low-grade talismans are suitable for cultivators at the Opening Stage, mid-grade talismans are protective treasures for cultivators at the Qi Refining Stage, and only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage can use high-grade talismans with ease.

There are also many cultivation techniques and Taoist arts, such as the superior Taoist art "Fierce Nether Wind Calling Technique", the intermediate Taoist art "Flowing Iron Shield", the intermediate Taoist art "Mountain Splitting Technique", and the inferior Taoist art "Earth Armor Technique".

There are also various other methods of cultivation, such as the Three-in-One Breathing Method, the Water and Fire Refining Qi Technique, the Five Viscera Qi Guiding Technique, and the Mysterious Ice Qi Condensation Technique... They are diverse and numerous.

Besides these cultivation techniques and magical treasures, there are also countless talisman coins and several bottles of Qi-cultivating pills.

Shen Yu was momentarily taken aback; such wealth was comparable to that of the leader of a small sect.

Even some of these items would make the leaders of ordinary small sects envious, and they would try every means to seize them.

This is not all of Yunhui Daoist's wealth. He still has a lot of cultivation materials stored at the Yu Guo Daoist Temple, which he cannot retrieve for the time being.

Thinking about Yunhui Daoist's background, Shen Yu felt somewhat relieved, as these things alone were not enough to justify Yunhui Daoist's previous status and position.

Shen Yu checked all the items one by one, put them away, and began cultivating on the spot.

As the saying goes, "possessing a treasure is a crime," he made up his mind to continue cultivating in this cave and would not easily go out to travel until he had mastered the Dao.

He currently has no shortage of cultivation techniques and elixirs, not to mention the alchemy effects of the Xuanqiong Pagoda, which are enough for him to cultivate for ten years.

We'll start with Taoist arts.

The Fierce Nether Wind Summoning Technique was undoubtedly his first choice; it was a superior Daoist technique, and its power was self-evident.

"The Qi of Heaven and Earth, the Yang aspect is fire, and the moving aspect is wind. When wind and fire interact, their power ignites the heavens. Those who grasp this Way do not control it with force, but govern it with their minds; they do not seek it externally, but cultivate it internally. The mind is like a bright candle, illuminating all things; the will is like a flowing wind, sweeping across the ten directions..."

Shen Yu spent two days reading it, his mind completely captivated by the Taoist art.

Previously, he did know some minor, low-level wind and fire techniques, such as wind summoning and fireball techniques.

However, those spells were too simple, merely transforming spiritual energy into wind and fire.

This fierce and mysterious wind-summoning technique is incredibly difficult, its challenges are immeasurable.

To master this technique, one must first use primordial energy or true qi as a guide to absorb the turbid yang energy, and then refine the turbid yang energy into a fiery stream using the methods described in Taoist arts.

Only when thirty-three streams of heat have accumulated in the meridians can one be considered to have entered the path.

During this period, one must also endure the burning pain in the meridians, which requires extremely high patience from the cultivator.

This difficulty is naturally no match for Shen Yu. How could it be more difficult than being a slave in the company in his previous life?

At the very least, one cultivates martial arts for one's own benefit.

He was full of motivation and immediately began to practice this Taoist technique.

March passed by in a flash.

On this day, Shen Yu opened his eyes while meditating.

His expression was solemn, and his brows were furrowed.

"It took three months to master three streams of fire, averaging one stream per month."

"The spiritual energy in this wretched place is far too scarce!"

"At this rate, I'm afraid I'll never achieve mastery even if I practice until I die of old age."

Shen Yu was somewhat discouraged, but he also knew that this was not his fault. Even if a peerless genius came and practiced this method in such a place, he would not be much better than him.

He shook his head and muttered to himself, "Fortunately, I've mastered the Mountain Splitting Technique and Earth Armor Technique to the basics, so at least I have some options when I encounter an opponent."

"My cultivation has also improved considerably. In another two months, I will be able to break through to the second level of the Opening Yuan Realm."

Keep practicing!

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