Yunmeng Immortal Clan

Song Daoxuan couldn't quite identify the greenish-blue copper piece in front of him, but he still put it into his storage bag. This ancient cultivation cave was extremely dangerous and not a place to study strange copper pieces.

Without hesitation, Song Daoxuan summoned the Azure Moon Demon Wolf from his spirit beast pouch and quickly fled from the area.

After Song Daoxuan left, the battle between the two early Foundation Establishment cultivators in Yuanqing Sanren's cave quickly came to a conclusion.

In the end, Lu Chuxue, a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, had no choice but to hand over the Foundation Establishment spiritual treasure, the Moonlit Magnolia.

Shen Xu of the Beast Control Sect was the first to leave the cave, riding a white tiger, a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a smug look on his face.

Immediately following behind was Lu Chuxue, a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, dressed in a dark green robe, who then revealed a cold smile on her face.

Just after Shen Xu, riding the white tiger, had traveled a distance, two early Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly appeared in front of him. Behind Shen Xu, Lu Chuxue walked over with a sneer on her face.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, hand over the Moonlit Magnolia in your storage bag, and I may spare your life!"

Shen Xu of the Beast Control Sect was suddenly startled.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, you broke your promise; you are truly a despicable person! Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Beast Control Sect for doing this?"

"Heh, cultivators only care about profit. So-called promises are worthless. Besides, your Beast Control Sect and my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect have always been at odds. You are just an ordinary early Foundation Establishment cultivator, not even worthy of the attention of a Core Formation cultivator in the sect. You have to give me this Moonlit Magnolia today, whether you like it or not!" Lu Chuxue said with a gloomy face.

Subsequently, under Lu Chuxue's coercion, Shen Xu had no choice but to hand over the Moonlit Magnolia he had just put into his storage bag to Lu Chuxue.

However, all of this had long since become irrelevant to Song Daoxuan, who had fled to this place.

After returning to the Qinglian Islands, Song Daoxuan devoted himself to studying this strange piece of blue-haired copper.

The bronze sheet in front of me is impervious to water and fire.

Then he simply tossed the bronze sheet aside beside the alchemy furnace and left it there.

Song Daoxuan has encountered the biggest obstacle on his path of cultivation: Foundation Establishment.

In the current cultivation market, it's unrealistic to expect to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill in a short time, even though Song Daoxuan has earned a considerable amount of spirit stones from refining pills over the years.

Even if there is a Foundation Establishment Pill in the Immortal Cultivation Market now, when the next Cloud Dream Immortal Gathering begins, Song Daoxuan will only be able to obtain one Foundation Establishment Pill even if he tries his best. Furthermore, even if he manages to obtain one Foundation Establishment Pill, although he has now improved his cultivation conditions to a speed comparable to that of a pseudo-spiritual root by relying on the Taiyin Dew.

However, there is absolutely no hope of achieving Foundation Establishment with just one Foundation Establishment Pill.

"To establish my foundation, I must refine a Foundation Establishment Pill. To refine a Foundation Establishment Pill, I must go to the Yunling Mountains to collect the main ingredient, the Xuanbing Flower. Normally, I would never go to such a dangerous place as the Yunling Mountains. But now that I've reached a bottleneck, and I'm determined to achieve immortality, I won't be like some Qi Refining Level 10 cultivators in my clan who attempt to establish their foundation without the help of a Foundation Establishment Pill. That would be tantamount to courting death!"

After making some preparations, Song Daoxuan went to visit his parents and the clan leader, Song Zhichu.

He revealed his intentions to these people, explaining that he had left behind some pills and spirit stones in his cultivation cave, as well as the alchemy inheritance of the Supreme Elder, and even the formulas for those pills.

If I do not return to the Azure Lotus Islands within two years, then I must have already died and vanished. I will simply consider myself a cultivator who has died on the path of seeking immortality, and I will no longer search for his whereabouts. My will to die is clear.

After explaining the follow-up, Song Daoxuan descended the mountain alone and left the archipelago.

The country is divided into nine immortal states: Qing, You, Yuan, Yun, Chu, Yan, Zu, Lei, and Xuan, and seventy-two mortal states.

The nine immortal states are governed autonomously by various immortal cultivation sects, while the seventy-two mortal states belong directly to the Great Li Dynasty.

Yunmeng Prefecture is bordered by the most treacherous section of Yunmeng Marsh to the south, and the Yunling Mountains, a mountain range spanning hundreds of thousands of miles to the north. The Yunling Mountains form the dividing line between the north and south of the entire Dali Kingdom, and the climates on both sides of the mountain range are completely different.

It is said that the most crucial ingredient for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, the Mystic Ice Flower, grows in the snow-covered land, which is the steepest section of the entire Yunling Mountain Range. The snow-covered land is more than ten feet high.

Just half a month later, at the foot of the Yunling Mountains, thousands of strong and powerful men gathered. These men were all tall and strong, with skin that was uniformly tanned, and their palms were covered with thick calluses from martial arts training.

Among the crowd was a fifty-year-old man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with unusually dark skin. He held a long-handled woodcutter's knife in his hand and carried a mottled longbow on his back.

His name was Mu Tian, ​​and he was an ordinary assassin sent by the Ziyang Martial Arts Academy to explore the snow-covered land.

Mu Tian was originally a wealthy farmer in his state. The land inherited from his ancestors made this old man Mu more prosperous than the average farmer.

Then Mu Tian used this family business to get married and could have lived a peaceful life.

However, several princes from outside the country were vying for power and establishing their own factions, which led to the rise of regional warlords in various places. As the country descended into chaos, bandits and outlaws emerged from the mountains and fields.

To avoid the chaos of war, Mu Tian abandoned his family business and fled to Yunmeng Prefecture, a place of celestial protection.

During his escape, several of his sons either starved to death or were shot to death by stray arrows. Now he is in dire straits, with several mouths still crying for food.

Fortunately, just after fleeing to Yunmeng Prefecture, they encountered the Qingyang Martial Arts School, which was recruiting martial arts masters from all over the world to go to the extremely dangerous, snow-covered land where monsters roamed, to pick the strange flowers that were as cold as ice. Once they picked them, the entire power behind the Qingyang Martial Arts School would give them very generous rewards.

"Old Mu, although you have served as a soldier in the army for several years, the people going this time are all top-notch masters in the martial arts world. How do you compare to them? I think you should think it over and not act rashly!" A six or seven-year-old man next to him advised.

Old Man Mu frowned and gasped. He had heard that the warriors who ventured into this snowy land to pick flowers had never returned.

"Father, look what's wrong with my brother?" Before Old Man Mu could answer the old man's question, a plain-looking girl called Old Man Mu over.

On a straw mat lay a seven- or eight-year-old child, pale and thin.

Seeing this, Mu Tian took out a shriveled flatbread from his sleeve, soaked it in a bowl of boiled water until it softened, and fed it to the animal.

After eating the pancake, the child regained some of his composure.

Then, in a low, menacing voice, he called out, "Father!"

In contrast, the girl, wife, and several sons surrounding the straw mat all looked emaciated and on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Old Man Mu couldn't help but shake his head.

He sighed inwardly, "Although picking this exotic flower in this snowy land is a death sentence, the Qingyang Martial Arts School has made it clear that even if someone dies in the snowy land, the school will compensate their family with a substantial sum of silver. Even if I die, it's better than my whole family dying!"