When it comes to cultivating immortality, it naturally starts with upgrading the herb garden.

Song Chen flew to the nearest market to make some preparations before joining the Lower Sword Sect.

First, there's the spiritual root. The blood spiritual root seems to be somewhat evil and should not be shown to others. To be on the safe side, there needs to be a way to hide or conceal it.

Secondly, we need to consider the method of entry: whether to join through an Ascension Token or through normal selection. This is a question worth considering.

The selection process is not far off, just a month from now.

We can wait.

Furthermore, Song Chen was unaware of Jian Wufeng's situation within the Sword Sect. Using the Ascension Token rashly might lead to unforeseen circumstances, so it was best to proceed with caution.

Furthermore, there is this top-tier auxiliary foundation-building method.

Before entering the Lower Sword Sect, it's best to have someone give you a lecture.

Even if he were targeted by villains, Song Chen would have already joined the Lower Sword Sect by then, and with the sect's strength, they would naturally not dare to attack him again.

"Let's find a method to conceal one's spiritual root first!"

Song Chen thought to himself.

Winter Island, within the Xu family's sphere of influence, snow falls on the market.

All the passersby were wrapped in coats and wearing fur coats, completely covered up, not revealing an inch of their bodies.

Song Chen, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood out from the crowd on the street, attracting curious glances from many people.

Several female cultivators were attracted by her beautiful appearance and surrounded her.

He paid no attention to anyone else, disregarded the crowd, and stepped straight into an ordinary shop.

A sign hangs above the shop entrance, with three large characters written on it.

'Baifatang'

As soon as Song Chen entered the building, a female cultivator greeted him with a smile: "What does Fellow Daoist need?"

The female cultivator had a graceful figure, her breasts swaying, and sharp eyes. She showed no fear and grabbed his arm, pressing herself against him.

Instantly, a soft, fragrant sensation spread across her arm, drawing envy from countless male cultivators.

Song Chen, however, remained expressionless. He forcefully pulled his arm away and coldly said, "Buy magic, a method of concealment."

The female cultivator's expression stiffened, she paused slightly, then put on a bright smile: "Come with me."

The two of them, one after the other, arrived at a simple stall.

"This is our Hundred Laws Hall, the stall with the most complete collection of spells. Farewell." The female cultivator bowed slightly and left first.

The stall owner was a thin, middle-aged man with glasses, a pipe in his mouth, and a full beard; he was quite unattractive.

"What do you want?" the old man asked vaguely, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Song Chen remained expressionless and lowered his voice, saying, "A method to conceal one's spiritual root."

Upon hearing this, the older man gave Song Chen a deep look: "There's no way to hide it."

"Is there an alternative? As long as it can evade divine sense detection, that will suffice," Song Chen pressed.

The older man looked troubled: "Yes, it exists, but it's quite strange to use..."

Song Chen said decisively, "I'll take it!"

The older man hesitated for a moment, put down his cigarette, got off the chair, bent down, and began rummaging through the stall as he spoke:

"Yes, let me look. Just so you know, any spells you buy from me have absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Upon hearing this, Song Chen nodded and bowed, expressing his gratitude: "Of course, thank you for your help, senior."

"Heh! I wasn't helping you, I was just doing business! Heave-ho!"

The old man exclaimed softly and pulled out an old, yellowed book from under the table, with four large characters engraved on it.

"Stealing the shape and changing the root"

"This ritual will create a new set of skin and bones that can evade divine consciousness. The downside is that the old skin and flesh need to be cut open and put on to use the new skin and flesh."

"Take a look. If you want it, a hundred spirit stones is a reasonable price. Although it's a high-grade spell, almost no one is willing to use it."

The old man picked up a cigarette butt, lit it with his fingertip, sat down in his chair, puffed out smoke, and pointed at the magic spell.

Song Chen noticed the flaw in the spell and thought to himself:

"This method of cultivation is undoubtedly extremely painful, beyond the endurance of ordinary people. But that's the nature of cultivating immortality, and this is the only path I can take!"

With this in mind, he resolutely picked up the spell and carefully examined it.

The material used to refine the flesh and skin in this method comes from a dead body, and in order to achieve the effect of concealing the spiritual root, even the skin on the surface of the spiritual root must be peeled off.

Many cultivators die from the pain or blood loss during the mere process of peeling off their skin and flesh, let alone peeling off the skin of their spiritual roots.

The spiritual root is located between the bones and flesh, and removing it is like scraping the bone, causing immense pain.

The older man glanced at Song Chen's face and, finding no hesitation, was even more shocked.

No one understands the pain of this method better than the old man!

For a moment, the old man looked at Song Chen with a mixture of speculation and admiration.

Song Chen sighed, thinking to himself:

"It seems evil spirits need evil spirits to cover them up!"

He probed his consciousness into the storage bag, where only about ten thousand spirit stones remained.

Over the years, his cultivation had been extremely taxing, and the resources left behind by Feng Sancai were almost gone.

He thought regretfully, "I should have taken the spirit stones after destroying the Zhang family. What was with all this hypocrisy!"

At that time, when Song Chen destroyed the Zhang family, he only thought about killing these scumbags to avenge his parents and Jiang Shuyan.

To demonstrate his sanctimonious nature, he only took his own foundation-building breakthrough spell and didn't even take a storage bag.

Looking back now, it's both regrettable and speechless.

That's the Zhang family!

There were once tens of millions of spirit stones placed in front of Song Chen, but he did not cherish them. He only regretted it when he lost them!

Song Chen suppressed his distracting thoughts and sadly handed over the spirit stone.

Money and goods were transferred.

Old man: "Kid, you really want to practice this magic?"

"Okay! I'll refine it today!" Song Chen replied casually, putting away his spell.

The older man, seeing that Song Chen didn't seem to be lying, felt a sense of kinship and asked, "Kid, what's your name?"

"Qian Zhan Wang," Song Chen replied.

"Qian Zhan Wang, Qian Zhan Wang... What a fine name. I observe that your mind is quite extraordinary. I have a Foundation Establishment opportunity here. Do you want it?"

Song Chen didn't say anything or respond; he just looked at the old man like he was a fool.

The older man realized his mistake and, understanding his abruptness, said, "Never mind what I said."

Song Chen nodded and gave a brief response. He should have left, but he didn't move and remained standing motionless in front of the stall.

"Is there anything else?" the boss asked seriously, his eyes narrowing.

Song Chen responded: "Where is the place for preaching the law?"

This Hundred Laws Pavilion is not only a place for selling magic spells, but also a place for expounding the law, where one can inquire about the truth and seek the Dharma.

"Walk three hundred steps inwards, turn right at the end, and that's it." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.

Song Chen bowed again, expressed his gratitude, and walked inside.

The old man watched his retreating figure, muttering to himself, "Another ruthless person has emerged from Wandaobo!"

Song Chen followed the directions given by the old man and, sure enough, found a stall.

A sign was hanging in front of the stall.

"The only place in Baifa Hall to seek the Dharma"

"The fee is 200 spirit stones per session. Once payment is received, no refunds or exchanges will be accepted!"

Looking at the sign, Song Chen inwardly grumbled, but since he was already there, he figured it was always good to ask, so he turned his attention to the stall owner.

The stall owner was small, wearing a red bellyband and a mask, concealing his true appearance. His cultivation aura was undisguised, and one could immediately tell that he was at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Will it work?" Song Chen wondered to himself.

Upon seeing Song Chen, the stall owner preemptively asked, "What kind of magic?"

Song Chen was startled when he heard the voice.

The stall owner was a little kid!

This made him even more worried and skeptical.

Cultivation emphasizes spiritual attainment. One may cultivate for ten years, while another may cultivate for a hundred years. When most cultivators seek the Dao, they will naturally tend to favor the latter.

Unless one is a top genius, the former could never be more powerful than the latter!

Among cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining, Song Chen is already considered quite young.

But the stall owner in front of him, judging from his voice, was probably much younger than him.

Although their cultivation level is not low, older cultivators definitely have an advantage when it comes to magic.

"Are you sure you can do it? This is a method for Foundation Establishment!" Song Chen asked, worried that the money would be wasted.

The child crossed his arms and said disgruntledly, "You don't believe me? Then go to another place!"

Song Chen remained silent, standing still.

There's no other reason than that he didn't want to switch stores.

But this is the only place in the Hundred Dharmas Hall where you can ask questions about the Dharma!