On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

"Why do you say that? How do you know he might live a few more years?"

Su Ziyan couldn't quite understand what her third uncle was saying.

"The Daoist Qianyan has not shown himself for a long time. Either he is dead, or he is in seclusion."

"His seclusion proves that he is confident in breaking through his cultivation level. After breaking through, he must at least help Zhao Fan break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining before he can use a secret technique to break through."

"And if he dies, Zhao Fan will be even safer."

As Su San explained, he reached out and put away the spirit stone that had lost its spiritual power, then put in a new spirit stone.

Su Ziyan nodded silently, then seemed to remember something and spoke with some excitement.

"Third Uncle, it suddenly occurred to me, if Daoist Qianyan is a rogue cultivator and only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, where would he get so many spirit stones to train Zhao Fan's alchemy skills?"

"Could it be that Zhao Fan possesses a lineage of alchemy techniques?"

"Then, could we...?"

As Su Ziyan spoke, he made a decapitation gesture with his hand.

Upon seeing this, Su San's eyes immediately darkened, and he kicked Su Ziyan off the flying boat.

It took Su Ziyan a while to react. He made a hand seal and steadied himself, flying back onto the flying boat.

"Third Uncle, I know I was wrong. I was just joking."

Su San looked at Su Ziyan and sighed deeply.

"Even without mentioning that doing this violates family precepts, your thinking is still too simplistic."

"We are a family, they are independent cultivators. If they get into trouble, they can run away, but how are we supposed to run away?"

"Although you are a cultivator and can leave easily, what about all the clansmen down the mountain?"

"Some things are not that they can't be done, but that if you're going to do them, you have to do them thoroughly. If you can't do them thoroughly, then don't even have the idea."

"Furthermore, he might have inherited alchemy techniques. Even if he did, do you think Daoist Qianyan would let him carry something so precious with him?"

"You don't even know where his cave is. If you kill him, his master will definitely investigate. If you don't handle this carefully, it will become a major problem."

"And most importantly, cultivators, whatever you do, there is cause and effect; never be greedy for temporary gains."

Su San spoke very earnestly, making Su Ziyan feel somewhat ashamed.

"Understood, Third Uncle."

Su San remained silent for a moment, then said a few more words.

"The right path is difficult, but it has the advantage of being stable. Like those highway robbers, although they advance rapidly, how many of them have a good end?"

"Think about your family before you do anything."

……

Continuing along the road, Zhao Fan passed through a dense forest and stopped in front of a mountain wall.

He took out an array plate from his storage bag, made hand seals, and slowly poured golden spiritual energy into the array plate.

As the five dots on the array plate were lit up, the mountain wall in front of them gradually rippled outwards like ripples on the surface of water, eventually turning into a narrow canyon, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.

After walking a hundred steps, the canyon gradually spreads to both sides, eventually forming a valley.

The valley is not large, and only a few thatched huts can be built there. Apart from that, there is only a small pond and less than half an acre of farmland.

In the farmland, some low-grade medicinal herbs grow.

The medicinal herbs can grow in ordinary fields, but their growth rate is extremely slow, or rather, this is the growth rate they are supposed to have.

The age of medicinal herbs is actually calculated based on the years they grow on ordinary land.

Just like the Mingling Flower, it takes ten years for it to bloom two flowers on ordinary soil.

However, if it is in a spirit field, it will bloom in just two years. If it is irrigated with the spiritual liquid of a spirit spring, the time will be even shorter.

With the addition of spells for planting spiritual plants, such as the spell of spiritual rain, it is not difficult to achieve a harvest once a year.

This comparison clearly demonstrates the importance of the spirit field.

With spirit fields and someone to manage them, one acre of spirit field can produce forty to fifty spirit stones in revenue each year.

The spiritual herbs that Zhao Fan planted had their growth accelerated by his master's daily use of the Spirit Rain Technique.

But it's not possible now, because he doesn't have a water-attribute spiritual root and can't use the Spirit Rain Technique.

Therefore, he could only rely on half a bowl of spiritual liquid dripping from the spiritual spring each day to water his plants little by little.

Now that he has returned after three days away, the spiritual spring must have accumulated a considerable amount of spiritual liquid.

Entering the mountain cave for cultivation, the spiritual energy inside was much richer than usual after several days of accumulation. Taking a gentle breath, a cool sensation permeated the lungs.

This feeling made Zhao Fan wish he could immediately sit in meditation and cultivate.

In fact, that's exactly what he did.

Inside the cave, a dim luminous pearl barely illuminated the surroundings with its faint light.

Water was slowly dripping down a crack in the mountainside, making a crisp, ticking sound.

Beside the spring were two worn-out prayer cushions, one of which was covered in dust from long periods of disuse.

On the ground, a strange pattern drawn with blood can still be vaguely seen. Because of the long time that has passed, it has dried and left only a dark brown mark.

Zhao Fan decisively sat on another futon, and the Heavenly Origin Technique started operating automatically.

A large amount of spiritual energy was absorbed by Zhao Fan, forming a faint vortex around his body.

As spiritual energy surged in, a familiar pain returned to his forehead, causing Zhao Fan to furrow his brows.

The pain was exceptionally intense during the initial stages of cultivation, causing young Zhao Fan to faint every time he reached the end of his training.

However, after so long, Zhao Fan's body gradually got used to it.

He had tried to change his cultivation method and start over, but if he wanted to start over, he would have to dissipate his cultivation first, which Zhao Fan found hard to accept.

In the end, all he could do was continue practicing the Heavenly Origin Technique.

With such abundant spiritual energy, Zhao Fan's spiritual power, which he had previously lacked due to the battle, quickly recovered.

Until the spiritual energy in the room was exhausted, a trace of spiritual energy returned to Zhao Fan's dantian.

It's a pity that he still didn't reach the threshold of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

After finishing his cultivation, Zhao Fan collected the spiritual liquid into a bucket and left the stone chamber with it.

Once outside, Zhao Fan poured the spiritual liquid he had accumulated over the past few days, little by little, onto the spiritual herbs.

After watering the twenty or so spiritual herbs, Zhao Fan stopped, sat down by the pool, and took out the storage bag of the cultivator surnamed Lu.

Zhao Fan was overjoyed as he opened the storage bag.

The first thing that catches the eye is that golden spear.

He clearly remembered that if he hadn't been wearing a tortoise shell, he would have been stabbed to death by that thing more than once.

Taking out the spear, Zhao Fan gently touched the sharp spearhead, and his finger was cut.

Zhao Fan gently stroked the spear, seemingly reluctant to put it down.

He then held it in his hand and waved it around a few times to test its feel.

However, Zhao Fan had not learned any martial arts; he was merely imitating the movements of the Lu surname cultivator from his memory.

Afterwards, Zhao Fan tried to control the magical artifact with his spiritual power, making it fly in the air like the cultivator surnamed Lu.

As spiritual energy was injected, the spear slowly flew up and, under Zhao Fan's control, pierced towards a large tree in front of him.

The spear was incredibly fast, covering a distance of several dozen feet in the blink of an eye, piercing through the tree with almost no pause.