Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

A peach tree stands out among the jagged rocks of the Wind-Eating Gorge.

Under the tree, a bonfire burned, and a clean fish was being roasted by the fire. It soon gave off a unique meaty aroma.

"Tsk tsk... Why didn't I find that the fish in this pool of water had such a good aroma some time ago? I made a mistake."

Wang Fu touched his storage bag and found some bottles and jars from the many spoils of war. They were all worldly spices. Wang Fu didn't know which monk who had been reincarnated and had a craving for food had left them.

Wang Fu applied sesame oil, refined salt, and various spices to the almost cooked fish.

The aroma of the fish increased several times. Even though Wang Fu had been fasting, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After a while, the fish was ready.

Wang Fu rubbed his hands, and was ready to eat the fish eagerly. But just as the fish was about to enter his mouth, a golden thread rolled up the fish and instantly escaped from Wang Fu's control.

"My fish..." Wang Fu was a little annoyed. Just as he was about to use some means to take back the fish, the door of the wooden house that had been quiet for a month creaked and slowly opened.

A beautiful and elegant figure walked out slowly. She pinched her hands, and the fish wrapped in the golden thread fell into her hands.

Wang Fu opened his mouth and swallowed the words stuck in his throat. He could only sigh, shook his head, and prepared to get himself another one.

There was no way, this big guy came out of seclusion.

"Your cooking skills are good. If you can't make it in the future, come to me. I dare not say anything else, but it is no problem for you to be a spiritual chef in my 'True Nirvana Palace'." Yang Xiuwei held the skewer with fish meat in her hand, bit the fish meat with her red lips, her clear eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but admired with a teasing meaning.

Wang Fu pinched a fish from the pond through the air, and was using a magic tool to cut the fish and scrape the scales. The whole set of movements was done in one go. Hearing Yang Xiuwei's ridicule, Wang Fu smiled without turning his head:

"That's great, there is another way out. When I can't make it, I will come to the boat owner to take me in. But where is your 'True Nirvana Palace'? Point me in the direction?"

At this point, Wang Fu couldn't help but turn his head and look at Yang Xiuwei with a smile.

"Go find it yourself." Yang Xiuwei paused in eating the fish, and glared at Wang Fu with her clear eyes.

Although she had mentioned the immortal sect she was in, she did not tell the location. Xuanxu Immortal Sect was one of the strongest immortal sects in Qingzhou, and it was by no means comparable to the small sects in those countries.

The sect recruited disciples based on the immortal fate.

Whether or not one could enter the immortal sect was not up to her.

This time, in order to prevent Yang Xiuwei from intercepting again, Wang Fu directly grilled two fish. It turned out that he was quite foresighted, and Yang Xiuwei really took another one.

Perhaps because they had not eaten this mundane food for a long time, they quickly finished the fish in their hands.

After eating and drinking, Yang Xiuwei cast a cleansing spell on herself, and then stretched her waist, showing her perfect curves generously. Wang Fu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his heart was pounding with amazement.

Seeing Wang Fu's gaze, Yang Xiuwei was not embarrassed and did not care.

She said:

"My cultivation has returned to the golden elixir stage. I have to thank you for the dozens of spiritual herbs, which saved me a lot of time."

"Master Yang Fang is too polite. Some spiritual herbs are not worth mentioning. It is the skills that Master Fang gave me that are invaluable and priceless." Wang Fu politely bowed his hands.

"It is priceless to you, but it is not of much use to me. However, I still need you to help me recover my cultivation."

"I am happy to do so."

The two of them exchanged some polite words, and then continued to sit cross-legged facing each other as they did a month ago, with their palms facing each other. Yang Xiuwei led the way and operated the skills to drive the spiritual power to flow through Wang Fu's meridians.

Wang Fu felt the soft and delicate touch from his palms, and he couldn't help but think of Yang Xiuwei's perfect posture when she stretched just now, and his mind suddenly became distracted. He knew that this was wrong, and quickly sank into his mind and suppressed the random thoughts in his mind.

"Little monk, I didn't expect you to have such a good talent. You have transformed all the spiritual power in your body in just one month and mastered the technique thoroughly."

At this moment, Yang Xiuwei's voice rang out slowly. Wang Fu was guilty and could only respond with a guilty conscience, without even opening his eyes.

"It was just a fluke."

He didn't know that at this moment, Yang Xiuwei was looking at Wang Fu with her clear and bright eyes, and Wang Fu's eyes were tightly closed, but his eyeballs kept turning, which made her feel funny. If it weren't for her concentration, she would have almost laughed out loud.

Her spiritual power flowed through Wang Fu's meridians. How could she not know that Wang Fu's body was moving? She just wanted to tease this little monk.

Seeing that Wang Fu soon became silent, Yang Xiuwei no longer wanted to play around and began to run the technique with all her strength.

The two of them were tireless. Yang Xiuwei's cultivation was steadily recovering under such day and night training. Every other day, the sense of oppression from her would become stronger. Wang Fu felt a little complicated about this.

Although he had gained a lot of benefits, he had obtained a lot of the aura of the mysterious Yin copper mother, a rare item in the world, and his skills were about to be completed.

That night, Wang Fu took advantage of Yang Xiuwei's return to the wooden house to rest and fully practiced the [Golden Thunder Yuan Sword Art]. The red-gold spiritual power flowed in his body and circulated around. After a while, Wang Fu's fingers kept changing, and spiritual power flew one after another, and finally pinched the seal.

"Golden Sword Light!"

With Wang Fu's low shout, a red-gold long sword phantom condensed entirely by spiritual power slowly took shape. Secret patterns flowed on the red-gold long sword, spreading from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and finally gathered at the tip of the sword into a red-gold light spot that seemed to be real.

The seal in Wang Fu's hand changed again, and he cast a series of sword seals on the red-gold long sword.

As the number of spiritual seals increased, the light spot on the tip of the sword became brighter and brighter, and finally reached the critical point, turning into a waterfall-like light rain, soaking the entire sword body.

Yin!

With a sword chant, the long sword was unsheathed, like a dragon out of the abyss, flying and flowing in this wind-eating gorge, and the sword energy shot wherever it went.

"Golden sword light, done!"

With Wang Fu's mind moving, the red-gold long sword turned into a red-gold light and instantly pierced a huge strange rock not far away.

With a puff, the wide strange rock was instantly pierced, followed by cracks, and in the blink of an eye it broke into pieces of stone and scattered all over the ground.

Wang Fu's pupils shrank, and then he was overjoyed. The power of this golden sword light was beyond his imagination.

He had seen the power of a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the golden sword light was almost as powerful as the red dragon flag in the hands of the white-robed monk of the Wanfa Sect.

"The sword formula records that such sword lights can be generated thirty-six times, and as my cultivation level increases, the power of the sword light will become stronger. When thirty-six golden sword lights are out of the sheath at the same time, not to mention crushing the same level, it won't take much effort to kill the higher level."

Wang Fu looked at the golden sword light in front of him and liked it more and more, but just as he murmured his confidence, the voice from Yang Xiuwei's red lips behind him poured cold water on him.

He just stopped her and said:

"The most taboo on the road of cultivating immortals is arrogance and conceit. Even a lion will go all out to fight a rabbit, not to mention that you are just a small foundation-building cultivator."

"There are countless strange skills and magic in the world of cultivating immortals. You never know when you will encounter them. If you get carried away because of your small achievements, you may die unclearly one day and there will be no one to collect your body..."