Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

After Zhang Ling recovered his spirit, he began the most important step.

A drop of various spiritual liquids entered the pill furnace under the envelopment of his divine sense and spiritual power. As time passed, the pill furnace emitted a trace of medicinal fragrance, which invigorated people.

Zhang Ling looked solemn, while separating out his divine sense to control the spiritual liquid, while adjusting the strength of the earth fire. Each kind of spiritual liquid has a different tolerance for flames, which is the key to this step.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and the spiritual liquids in the pill furnace mixed into a ball, so that a pill could be formed.

Zhang Ling increased the temperature of the earth fire, and the flame beam ejected from the beast's mouth had reached the thickness of a bowl, wrapping the entire pill furnace in it.

Looking from afar, the pill furnace was red, and the medicinal fragrance emanating from it became more and more intense. Now is the moment to condense the pill, Zhang Ling stared at the pill furnace with concentration.

But only lasted for a few breaths, with a muffled sound of "bang", the pill furnace trembled, and a black smoke came out.

I…!

Zhang Ling's heart sank, cursed, his face was a little dark. He sighed and stopped the earth fire.

Then with a wave of his hand, he opened the lid of the hot pill furnace and checked it with his divine sense.

There were some dark brown residues at the bottom of the pill furnace. These were waste residues that had not been condensed into pills, and were not even as good as waste pills.

Shaking his head, with a wave of his hand, a stream of clear water flew out of a jade bottle next to him, and he cleaned the pill furnace.

Then he closed his eyes and rested. In the following time, he recovered his state and began the next round of refining, again and again.

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A month and a half passed in a blink of an eye.

In the earth fire house, Zhang Ling looked at a jade bottle in his hand with a complex expression. There were six purplish-brown pills in the jade bottle, emitting a layer of halo.

These are the Foundation Establishment Pills he refined. Then he took out another jade bottle, which also contained an identical pill.

He brought out two Yan Yang Flowers and some Tian Xing Grass spiritual seeds from Fenyan Valley. He urged both Yan Yang Flowers to a hundred years of medicinal age.

Because the medicinal power was too fierce, it was difficult to master. These spiritual medicines are enough for him to prepare fifty or sixty portions of Foundation Establishment Pill materials.

After a month and a half of refining, consuming a whole Yan Yang Flower and three or four Tian Xing Grass spiritual light seeds, as well as various auxiliary spiritual medicines, and refining it thirty times, he only harvested these few Foundation Establishment Pills. It was really extremely difficult!

However, he was still delighted to have these Foundation Establishment Pills. Then he collected the pill furnace and stopped refining pills.

Instead, he took out the black alms bowl and three cyan-blue cold jades, and began to refine the Soul Breaking Bead.

Zhang Ling pointed at the black alms bowl, and the black mist rolled in it, rushing into the sky all at once, and most of the earth fire house was shrouded in black mist. A pair of green triangular eyes appeared from the gray-black mist.

A piercing scream came, Zhang Ling snorted coldly, and several mysterious magic formulas in his hand pointed at the mist.

The gray-black mist rolled and contracted continuously. Soon, a huge python with a body length of fifteen or sixteen feet and the thickness of a bucket appeared in mid-air.

The dark scales densely covered the giant snake's body, and a pair of emerald green snake eyes emitted a cold light.

For a time, the temperature in the house dropped sharply, and Zhang Ling carefully looked at the giant python wrapped in mist.

This is the essence soul of the Black Scale Python, which was a second-order demon beast before its death. Although only the essence soul is left at this time, it also exudes a lot of power.

He cast a few more magic formulas, and saw several gray mist chains rushing out of the black alms bowl, pulling the demon beast's essence soul back into it.

Zhang Ling was very satisfied to find this kind of demon beast essence soul. If he sacrificed this essence soul into the Yin Soul Banner, he could immediately promote this magic weapon to a top-grade magic weapon.

However, in order to have more means, he looked at the three cold jade stones on the ground and began to take out the formation carving knife and carve on them.

Two months later, the earth fire stone house was not opened. A few days later, the middle-aged man took a look and left with a gloomy face.

Three months later, Zhang Ling looked at the two items floating in front of him, and showed a great joy.

In front of him was a gray-green small bead and a two-inch black wooden sword.

The bead was translucent, sometimes visible and sometimes not. A black python could be vaguely seen swimming in it.

The small wooden sword was covered with yellow cracks, as if it was pieced together with wooden pieces. With a slight shake, a trace of sword light phantoms appeared.

"Soul Breaking Bead", "Iron Sword Talisman"

These two life-threatening weapons were finally refined by him.

Both of these items are extraordinary. The Soul Breaking Bead exudes a cold aura. As soon as his divine sense approached, there was a feeling of being swallowed.

The small wooden sword was called the Iron Sword Talisman by him, and he could clearly feel the powerful spiritual power contained in it. This spiritual power is very unstable. Thinking of the danger of refining the sword talisman, Zhang Ling's face was a little pale.

The spiritual power fluctuation on the sword talisman is very similar to the Thunder Fire Bead he used, which is extremely unstable. The sword talisman itself is also a one-time powerful attack treasure.

Fortunately, he used secret techniques to sacrifice and refine the sword light every once in a while, otherwise the sword light would have exploded long ago during the refining process of the sword talisman, which contained the spiritual power of a six-hundred-year-old iron wood.

The destructive power after the explosion is definitely greater than that of the Thunder Fire Bead.

With these two kinds of life-threatening things, he now has some confidence. Then he left the earth fire house, and after paying the spirit stones, he returned to Qingwu Valley.

When Zhang Ling returned to the small courtyard, his expression moved slightly, and he quickly walked towards the main house.

"Greetings, Master."

In the room, Wei Shen was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Zhang Ling waited for a few breaths, and the old ghost opened his eyes.

Wei Shen squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, "You went to the earth fire room."

The corner of Zhang Ling's mouth twitched, and he quickly said, "This disciple had nothing to do, so he studied alchemy."

"You know alchemy?" Wei Shen frowned, seeming a little surprised.

"This disciple refined some pills randomly, please give me some guidance, Master." Zhang Ling's heart tightened, and he quickly patted the storage bag, took out a jade bottle and handed it up.

Wei Shen didn't take the jade bottle, but stretched out a slender finger and pointed, the jade bottle opened, and a pill flew out and floated in front of him.

After smelling the medicinal fragrance on the pill, he chuckled, "Gathering Spirit Pill, you can refine this kind of pill, you can be considered to have some aptitude, but you should still focus on cultivation."

"I see that your spiritual power is condensed, and you have already cultivated to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Are you confident in Foundation Establishment?"

"Master, this disciple has three spiritual roots aptitude and two Foundation Establishment Pills in hand. Although I can't say that I will definitely be able to establish the foundation, I am 70 to 80 percent sure."

"Good." Wei Shen nodded, waved his hand, and a blue jade token flew out of his right hand.

"Take this thing, you can rent a middle-grade spiritual vein on Ziyun Peak. This is what the old man spent a lot of sect contribution points to exchange for you. You must not let the old man down."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. This disciple will do my best to establish the foundation and will not let you down." Zhang Ling took the blue jade token, his face showing joy, and quickly expressed his position.

"Hmph, prepare these days."

"Yes"

After Wei Shen left, Zhang Ling looked at the blue jade token and put it away. This old ghost is so concerned about his foundation establishment, it seems that this person really values him, which makes him vaguely feel that it is even more unusual.

Seven days later, Zhang Ling reported to Wei Shen and went to Ziyang Peak.

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