Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Time flies, and a day passes quickly.

As dawn broke, the mountains huddled into a deep black shadow until the first ray of sunlight revealed their first gray-white outline.

The disciples from each of the immortal peaks had arrived on the spirit ship. With a slight rumble, they watched as the ground receded further and further away from them.

Yu Yan stood behind Qinglu Daoist and heard him let out a heavy sigh.

Will we ever come back here again?

Everyone fell silent; no one spoke.

To avoid making too much noise, only two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Qinglu and Qingyao, accompanied the main disciples on this spirit ship; the rest of the people would travel with the remaining disciples.

The patriarch was originally assigned to this spirit ship by the sect leader, but he only said, "As the sect leader of the Luoxia Sect, I naturally have to live and die with the sect's disciples." Then he resolutely turned around and decided to escort the last disciple away.

The other peak masters had the same plan, but they pushed Qinglu and Qingyao out of the picture.

Before parting, these fellow disciples bid each other a reluctant farewell.

Everyone knows that after this farewell, there's no guarantee we'll ever have the chance to meet again.

This may be the last time they get together.

But no matter what, time is passing, and some things still need to be done.

As long as there are still people from the Falling Clouds Sect, there is still hope!

A gust of wind swept in, and Yu Yan used his spiritual power to slightly resist it. He saw a lone goose hanging in the sky, swaying and flying south.

Having left the Luoxia Sect, these people could only seek out markets and seek refuge together.

The good news is that even the weakest among this group are Foundation Establishment cultivators, making them a force that should not be easily provoked, even within the market.

In addition, each of them possesses skills, so they won't lack the resources to cultivate.

It's not impossible for them to find another place to establish their own sect.

"Master, where are we going?"

Wei Jing asked.

The Taoist priest pointed south.

"In the south, in the Qing Kingdom, there aren't many sects, and some immortal mountains with spiritual energy haven't been discovered yet. We can find one of them, settle down temporarily, find a market, and exchange pills and talismans for resources. We should be able to cultivate peacefully for a while."

"The market town..."

Li Lingying muttered to herself, looking listless and dejected, like a wilted eggplant.

She looked at the clouds that the spirit ship was constantly leaving behind, and although her feet were on the deck, she felt extremely uneasy.

Li Lingying was clearly at a loss when her previous cultivation life was suddenly disrupted.

After all, the sect had been occupied; it was the place where he had always cultivated and lived, essentially his second home.

Now that they've been kicked out of their home, is there any hope for the future?

Qingyao Daoist walked over at some point, and seeing her disciple's dejected appearance, gently stroked Li Lingying's hair.

"Don't worry, I have some familiar fellow cultivators in the cultivation world of Qing Kingdom. With a little effort, I believe he will help us settle down."

"Um."

Li Lingying nodded vigorously without saying anything more.

She looked around but didn't see Yu Yan.

They were just here a moment ago, how did they disappear in the blink of an eye?

Inside the cultivation room deep within the spirit ship, Yu Yan sat, holding the Purification Pill he had obtained from the Broken Army Mansion.

The pills, which were only slightly larger than peas, had gone unnoticed on the high platform of the Grand Competition, but now, in this small cultivation room, their fragrance became immediately apparent.

He twitched his nose and could smell the faint scent of grass and wood. As he moved closer, he felt something inside his body vibrate.

"This elixir was hastily obtained from Qi Tian by the Daoist Xingbing, and Aunt Qingyao has also examined it; there shouldn't be any problems."

With that thought in mind, Yu Yan put it in his mouth.

Instantly, a chill rushed straight to his head, circulated through his meridians, and then, after a slight decrease in temperature, settled peacefully in his dantian, gazing at the inner core across from him.

He took out the spirit stone and tried to absorb the spiritual energy on it.

Compared to before, the cultivation speed has indeed improved to some extent.

But it's only a very small part.

"As my senior sister Qingyao said, the effects of this Purifying Pill aren't immediate. They only take effect slowly over time after the cooling energy has been completely refined—at the earliest, one year; at the latest, ten years—it all depends on the individual's constitution."

"I just don't know how well I'm absorbing this pill?"

Yu Yan closed his eyes, silently recited a calming mantra, and felt the spiritual energy around him continuously entering his body. He then covered the cool air with his spiritual power and attempted to refine it.

The gas was initially very stubborn, but under the permeation of spiritual energy, it gradually loosened and then slowly dissipated.

He could feel a strong chill spreading throughout his body, followed by a warm sensation.

It's like freshly baked ginger candy sliding down your throat into your stomach—not only comfortable, but also giving you a blissful feeling.

He seemed to have sensed the barrier at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, which stood firmly there, keeping all cultivators with the five spiritual roots outside.

"Soon. As long as I refine the Purification Pill first, even if its effects aren't fully realized, I'll be able to break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining."

After countless hardships, with five spiritual roots, the mid-stage of Qi Refining is finally within reach.

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Po Jun Mansion Camp.

A figure dressed in a black robe quietly approached from a distance.

One moment they were a hundred feet away, and the next they were already in front of the guards after taking just a few steps.

The disciples on patrol of the Po Jun Mansion did not notice anything amiss and allowed the other party to enter the camp.

The man in black robes had a clear objective and walked straight to a tent without stopping, lifting the curtain and entering.

Xingbing Daoren and a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, various magical artifacts laid out in front of them, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing the newcomer, he showed no surprise whatsoever, merely displaying a half-smile, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, you do keep your promise. Aren't you afraid that I'll blame you for Yang Yun's death and refuse to cooperate with you again?"

The black-robed man removed his hood, revealing the expressionless Qingli Daoist.

He glanced coldly at the Taoist priest and said:

"It's not you I'm cooperating with, so what am I worried about? Where is Fellow Daoist Qi?"

"Fellow Daoist Qingli is right."

The voice came from behind. Qingli Daoist calmly turned around and looked at Qi Tian, ​​who was walking out of the shadows carrying a sword box. He nodded to greet him, but in reality, he was shocked and cold sweat was pouring down his face.

He was completely unaware of the other person's approach.

Does that mean Qi Tian could easily take his life?

Although Qingli Daoist felt a sense of fear, his expression remained unchanged, and his voice remained calm and steady.

"You should bring me the Dust-Clearing Pill you promised."

"Hehehe..."

The Taoist priest laughed, which sounded extremely grating to the Taoist priest Qingli.

"You betrayed your sect in exchange for a Dust-Reducing Pill that increases the probability of Core Formation. You're quite the 'competent' sect leader."

Qingli Daoist pursed his lips, said nothing more, and simply took the jade bottle from Qi Tian's hand, opened it, and examined it.

After confirming that everything was correct, he tossed a jade slip to the other party, on which was drawn the direction in which all the disciples of the Falling Clouds Sect had fled.

"I gave the opportunity to form my core to Feng Xiaosheng, but he wasted it. So it's time for me to think about myself."

"Every man for himself, and I don't think I did anything wrong."

After saying that, he didn't care how Xingbing Daoren and the others reacted, and in the blink of an eye, he had already cast a spell and left.

Qi Tian glanced around at the Foundation Establishment cultivators present and patted the bottom of the sword box.

"Let's proceed according to Master's plan."

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, leaving no one alive."