Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 450 Fellow Taoist, have a good journey

Jueyun Mountain, outside Yuanci Valley.

Luo Chen lowered his spirit cloud, hid his figure, and quietly looked at the person sitting cross-legged in the valley.

 “That’s right!”

 “It’s indeed Miao culture!”

Miao Wen, the deacon of the outer sect of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect, was the person in charge of the daily affairs of the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion in Dahefang in the past.

 In this remote large-scale market, he may not have the highest level, but his status is unique.

Even those who are higher than him, such as Mi Shuhua and Zhou Qing, will deliberately cater to him because of his status.

 No more than that.

The man who had a well-organized appearance and a graceful demeanor back then is now disheveled and ragged, and his demeanor as a generation jade tripod sword cultivator is completely lost.

A pair of gold-woven cloud shoes were in tatters, with blackened toes exposed.

The cassock was embroidered with the Jianzong emblem. Apart from the emblem, there were not a few intact strips of cloth on the whole body.

 His face was covered with mud, and there were still some fleshy foam and bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth.

 Looking like this, others would just think of him as a savage.

Who would have thought that he was once a true cultivator of foundation building, enjoying the admiration and admiration of tens of thousands of casual cultivators in Dahefang.

Luo Chen observed it carefully and suddenly said softly:

 “His realm?”

 Build one layer of foundation!

 And it seems to be falling continuously.

 Luo Chen remembered clearly that Miao Wen’s realm was not at the same level.

He was probably on the third floor of the foundation building for the first time. He was one level lower than Mi Shuhua, but he was still one of the few strong men in Dahefang back then.

Logically speaking, if we haven’t seen each other for forty years, no matter how bad the other party is, his or her cultivation should not go down even though it has improved too much!

 Luo Chen’s eyes wandered.

“Is it because you have lived in Yuanci Valley for a long time and have no spiritual nourishment?”

 “Or…”

Suddenly, Luo Chen's eyes fell on Miao Wen, who suddenly trembled in the valley.

 Visible to the naked eye, there were wisps of black, substantial yin energy expelled from his body.

 As the Yin Qi was discharged, his cloudy eyes seemed to have a hint of clarity.

 But soon, the yin energy penetrated into his body again like a swallow returning to its nest.

Maggots on the tarsal bones are difficult to remove!

 When the Yin Qi returned, there was struggle in his eyes again.

Luo Chen frowned.

 That yin energy is very familiar!

Bai Meiling has a similar yin energy.

 But compared to the yin energy condensed in Bai Meiling's body, the yin energy in Miao Wen's body was much more condensed, and it even felt like it was on another level.

 “The Yin Qi of the third-level ghost king?”

 A thought came to Luo Chen's mind.

In a daze, he seemed to see the appearance of the three ghost kings reappearing in Dahefang back then, and the endless Yin Qi enveloped the inner city.

That battle!

 Very tragic!

The monks of Luoyun Sect destroyed the Fangshi formation and released three ghost kings. Master Jindan Linghu Jie used puppetry to control the three ghost kings and besieged and killed Pang Renxiong, the elder of the Sword Sect.

 In one battle, the inner city of Dahefang was reduced to pieces.

Even, in the end, a good inner city was turned into a ghost.

There are thousands of casual cultivators in it, but only a few monks from outside the region survived.

 The rest, even the elder of the Sword Sect, Pang Renxiong, and the true successor, Luo Tianhong, all fell among them.

 Even, Luo Chen once mastered the ghost general derived from the remnant soul of Luo Tianhong.

Unexpectedly, Miao Wen survived that battle.

"However, it seems that his life is a bit worse than death."

Luo Chen shook his head and no longer covered his figure.

 After confirming that there was no threat to the opponent, he took the initiative to land in Yuanci Valley.

Once inside, the aura environment was so thin that it was almost non-existent, which made Luo Chen feel uncomfortable.

 But his eyes immediately turned to Miao Wen, who had become restless because of his arrival, with many changing expressions on his face such as cruelty, anger, despair, and panic.

 “Roar, woo, woo…”

 Listening to the unexplained sound coming from the other party's mouth, Luo Chen sighed.

“Life is so painful. The past grudges between you and me have made things difficult for me.”

"But the Yin energy in your body is of great use to me."

 “That’s all, let me help you get rid of it!”

Seeing that Miao Wen wanted to run away.

 Luo Chen raised his hand, and a long flag was thrown from his hand.

 “Xiao Ling, set up an ecstasy formation!”

 “Yes, Master!”

From the long banners, Bai Meiling's shouts could be heard.

Subsequently, the long flag fell to the ground, and with it as the center, waves of black mist filled the air and enveloped the entire Yuanci Valley.

Written in the black mist, Luo Chen flicked his wrist again.

 A dilapidated ancient brass mirror floated out.

On the bronze mirror, a spiritual light flickered, covering Miao Wen's figure in the blink of an eye.

Luo Chen began to make secrets with his hands, muttering words in his mouth, and looked at Miao Wen, who was in a panic, roaring like a wild beast with a pair of spiritual eyes.

“Flowers in the mirror, flowers in the water, and the moon, lead the soul into dreams. Ghosts and gods ask questions about one’s own heart!”

 “Duh!”

With a soft drink, Miao Wen, who was looking at Luo Chen, froze.

His body slumped down, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

And in the Ghost and God Questioning Heart Mirror, there was suddenly a clanging sound of a sword, resounding.

“We, the sword cultivators, should not stagnate with external objects, but should be loyal to one sword!”

 …

 In a small courtyard, young people were introduced into it to test their spiritual roots.

 After a long time, a faint voice came from the monks in the courtyard.

“He has spiritual roots in the three systems of metal, water, and soil. His qualifications are average and he is not suitable for entry.”

The young man knelt down with a puff, his face resolute: "Disciple Miao Wen, I am willing to serve the disciples of the Sword Sect as a handyman. I just want to stay in Jade Emperor Mountain!"

 “That’s it, senior brother, just give him a chance!”

 The young man was left behind.

 Do the sweeping and cleaning thing every day.

In his spare time, he practices the swordsmanship of the outer sect of the Sword Sect.

In these ten years, he introduced Qi into his body, and at the fourth level of Qi refining, he was able to enter the Sword Sect's gate wall and become an outer disciple.

After becoming an outer disciple, although there were still many chores, he still did not give up cultivation.

Throughout the whole day, he practiced swordsmanship for decades, and finally participated in the Qi Refining Stage disciple Xiaobi. With his superb swordsmanship and perseverance, he was promoted into the inner sect by the elders of the inner sect of the Sword Sect.

 It should be a joy to enter the inner gate.

 This means there is hope for the future!

 However, sudden changes in the environment also mean that the people we get along with become different.

They are no longer the mediocre people in the outside world who are just getting by, but have become geniuses who practice hard and have excellent talents and talents.

 In the background of these people, Miao Wen looks even smaller.

 The so-called persistence and the so-called hard work are also available to others.

 He thought that with three times the effort, he could catch up with those with dual spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots.

 However, not to mention whether they could catch up or not, those geniuses also worked extremely hard under the guidance of their elders, and their mentality was by no means weaker than his.

 In daily practice, blows come one after another.

 As you get older, your hope for foundation building becomes increasingly slim.

When the sword sect’s sixty-year-old sect-wide competition came, Miao Wen participated in the battle with a ninth-level Qi refining body.

But he was defeated one after another by the swords of geniuses of the same generation whom he got along with day and night.

 Failure is not terrible.

 The terrible thing is that he did not get the foundation building quota.

 Coupled with the fact that he is already past the optimal foundation building period, the Sword Sect’s resources will naturally not be tilted towards him.

 Once again, he returned to the outer gate.

As an outer sect member, he was promoted to the inner sect through an exception. He was originally a legend, a being who was admired and admired by countless outer sect disciples. But when he rolled back in such a dejected manner, the looks in his eyes made him unbearable.

“There are real geniuses in this world. The so-called genius who works hard does not exist. Because real geniuses also work hard. Only hard work can redeem potential and transform from genius to a strong man.”

“Since the time when Xiaoyuan tested the spiritual roots, I have suffered a complete defeat.”

 The night he returned to the outer gate, Miao Wen was completely disheartened.

Although he continued to practice habitually after that, it was just a habit.

 His most thoughts are no longer on the art of swordsmanship.

 But it is converted to seeking business, clinging, power, and wealth.

 After all, the world outside the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect told him that swordsmanship was not the only one.

Such as this, when he was eighty years old, he was lucky enough to get a Foundation Establishment Pill from an inner disciple that the other disciple could not use.

 The lucky thing is not just this one.

Relying on that Foundation Building Pill, he actually succeeded in building the Foundation in one fell swoop at an inappropriate age!

 After establishing the foundation, he became more determined in his ideas.

 Swordsmanship is not the only way, you can still achieve greatness by using other methods!

As a foundation-building true cultivator, the Sword Sect has other benefits. No matter how old you are, you can still have the status of an inner disciple.

However, Miao Wen rejected the status of an inner disciple and chose to become an outer deacon who was regarded as a fool by others.

 Subsequently, he began to take over many chores at the outer door.

From the sect's secular affairs to doing business in nearby markets, after a long time, he finally gained the sect's trust and was released to be in charge of the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion alone.

 Dahefang was the farthest and most dangerous place where he had been exiled in his life experience.

 But equally, this is also a place of opportunity that he feels is most suitable!

Here, he made good friends with the monks stationed in the Shangzong industry outside the region, won over the local casual cultivators, and seized various resources and wealth.

 Even, he once obtained several kinds of elixirs from heaven and earth that can prolong life.

The six-leaf emperor lotus sent by Mi Shuhua from Poshan Gang is one of them.

He used these life-extending elixirs to open up the upper-level connections of the sect, allowing him to stay in Dahefang for a long time.

Then, the actions to seize wealth began to accelerate and intensify!

"After I earn enough resources to cultivate to the perfection of foundation building, I will return to the sect. At that time, I will choose a second-level high-grade cave to practice for a hundred years. Before my life is over, I may not be able to reach the golden elixir stage!"

 This is Miao Wen’s fantasy.

 And he did almost have such an opportunity to fulfill his dream.

Dan Chenzi, Luo Chen!

 An alchemist who unexpectedly rose from the ranks of casual cultivators.

 He represents countless wealth!

It's a pity that an unexpected battle ruined everything.

 In the bronze mirror.

Miao Wen, Luo Tianhong and others, according to Pang Renxiong's instructions, presided over the formation to fight against the three ghost kings.

 Finally, the battle was broken and everyone was destroyed!

 Luo Tianhong died on the spot.

Miao Wen was also seriously injured.

However, relying on his familiarity with the inner city from running Dahefang for many years, he managed to escape from that ghostly place. But when he was escaping, the ghost king's Yin Qi entered his body after being beaten to pieces by Pang Renxiong.

 He was seriously injured, coupled with the remaining consciousness of the ghost king in the Yin Qi, which shocked him and made him unable to control himself.

 In a daze, he escaped to a place where he subconsciously felt very safe.

Jueyun Mountain, Yuanci Valley.

“As long as I recover from my injuries here, I can return to the Sword Sect and report the information on Dahefang. Maybe it will be a great achievement.”

 However, this time it took decades to recuperate.

 The injury did not heal, but his condition became worse and worse.

 How powerful is the Ghost King who has been suppressed for hundreds of years under Dahefang!

 The instinctive desire to survive caused the remaining consciousness to compete with Miao Wen for body dominance.

Even if Miao Wen's consciousness remains, nothing can stop him.

“It’s a pity that if I can continue to practice hard in the art of swordsmanship and reach a state of mind where the sword’s heart is clear during the foundation building period, how can this mere ghost king’s consciousness stand up to me?”

 “Should I regret it at the beginning…”

While muttering, Miao Wen shed turbid tears from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

 A black halo enveloped his soul.

 “Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, Solution!”

 Click…

 The water mirror is broken, the flowers and the moon are gone.

 The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

There are no calluses on it from practicing swordsmanship. It has been pampered and pampered for many years. Even though the past forty years have been chaotic, the cultivation in the foundation period still allows it to maintain its original whiteness and smoothness despite the filth.

 He raised his head and looked at the tall man standing in front of him holding a bronze mirror.

That somewhat unfamiliar temperament, yet somewhat familiar face, could not be identified for a moment.

 “You are…Luo…”

"Deacon Miao, long time no see, Luo Chen is polite."

Luo Chen glanced at the Guishen Wenxin Mirror with three new cracks, put it into the Thunder Accumulating Ring, and then saluted the extremely weak Miao Wen.

Miao Wen opened his mouth. He was so weak that he could no longer use his spiritual consciousness to check Luo Chen's state.

 But the feeling that the other party can kill him with just a few clicks cannot be faked.

 He gave a wry smile and suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"

 “Three thousand four hundred and forty-nine years of the Shanhai Calendar.” Luo Chen replied.

Miao Wen was startled and his body swayed.

 “Forty years have passed...”

Muttering, he raised his head and looked at Luo Chen again, but stopped talking.

As if he knew what he wanted to ask, Luo Chen said calmly: "In that battle, Pang Renxiong died, and Dahefang became a ghost town. But he did not die completely. Instead, his residual spirit and resentment joined the ghost world and turned into a ghost. A third-level ghost king."

“I knew that Elder Pang would not die that easily. When he established the foundation, he had already cultivated the realm of clear sword heart. Even if he dies, he can still turn to the ghost path.”

"The heart of the sword is transparent?" Luo Chen raised his eyebrows. He had just learned this statement through the other party's manifestation experience in the Mirror of Ghosts and Gods.

Miao Wen nodded, avoided the topic, and asked about other things.

Luo Chen also took matters into his own hands and told him some of the major events that had happened in the Jade Cauldron Territory in recent years.

For example, Han Zhan, the supreme elder of the Luoyun Sect, was promoted to Yuanying Zhenren, starting a war with the Shangzong, and so on.

 Listening to these things, Miao Wen's eyes showed a complicated look.

There seems to be some desire, but also a little fear.

 But in the end, he looked calm.

 “I’m not exactly friendly with you.”

“Back then, I used the words that tortured my heart to get a glimpse of the most despicable side of your heart. Now you use the treasure of asking my heart to let me find my true self.”

"Repaying evil with kindness in this way is not your character, Luo Chen."

"Plus you told me these things frankly...I think I'm dead."

Luo Chen pursed his lips and stared at the other party seriously.

 After a moment, he smiled freely.

 “As you think, that’s right.”

This is to admit frankly that you have the intention to kill him.

 In the past, Miao Wen might have humbled himself and begged for mercy.

 But after forty years of life that was worse than death, and now that he was fully awake, he had looked away.

"Actually, whether you can kill me or not, I won't be able to live for more than two years in the current state of my soul. It's not that easy to endure the ghost king's remaining soul."

He smiled and said to Luo Chen: "Since you didn't kill me directly and went to great lengths to wake me up, I guess I have what you need!"

 Luo Chen nodded.

  Didn’t make any twists and turns.

 “I need the pure Yin Qi in you!”

 “The original Yin Qi of the Ghost King?”

Miao Wen was startled.

 Subsequently, his eyes caught sight of the timid girl flying around in the black mist nearby.

Although his body is extremely solid, he looks like an ordinary monk.

 But with the strong ghostly aura, Miao Wen could still identify the other party's situation.

 “For her?”

"Um."

“If this girl gets the Yin Qi from the ghost king in me, from now on, it will be a smooth journey to the third-level ghost king realm.”

“She was also a casual cultivator who died in Dahe Nei City.”

Miao Wen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with emotion.

 “That’s all, tell me what you want to do, and I will fully cooperate with you.”

 “It’s very simple, it’s just the inside and the outside!”

Luo Chen gave Miao Wen a detailed explanation of how to extract Yin Qi.

 In fact, with his method, whether it is the Dacheng Cleansing Technique or the Divine Deterrence Technique, he can definitely remove the Yin Qi from Miao Wen's body.

 But that yin energy is too high-grade.

 If a person is not well controlled, he may run away.

 In addition, there is still residual ghost king consciousness in it. If Bai Meiling accidentally absorbs it, an accident may occur.

 So, he needed Miao Wen to cooperate with him and take the initiative to crush the ghost king consciousness inside.

In this way, Bai Meiling can absorb the original Yin Qi of the third-order ghost king without any worries!

Miao Wen has been fighting against this consciousness for decades, so he naturally knows how to deal with it.

soon!

With the cooperation of the two of them, wisps of Yin Qi were extracted from Miao Wen's body and flew towards Bai Meiling who was sitting cross-legged under the soul-nurturing flag nearby.

 A day passes by in a blink of an eye.

The world between heaven and earth has fallen into darkness.

 In other words, being in the Yuanci Valley, there are no beasts or monsters to disturb you, otherwise it would still be very dangerous to sleep in the wild so carelessly.

finally.

 When it was about to dawn, Miao Wen's body trembled.

 The Yin Qi of the Ghost King that had been entrenched in the body for many years was completely eradicated.

As if she was drunk, Bai Meiling shook her head and muttered to Luo Chen before getting into the soul-nurturing flag.

 Watching Luo Chen collect the banner, Miao Wen, who was extremely weak at this moment, had some disbelief in his eyes.

In this day and night of cooperation in uprooting the Yin Qi, he got a glimpse of Luo Chen's true realm.

 “Are you at the advanced stage of foundation building?”

Luo Chen didn't hide anything and said calmly: "Building eight floors of foundation, it will only take ten years at most to build nine floors of foundation."

Miao Wen opened his mouth.

 For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

 After building the nine levels of the foundation, wouldn’t it be to hit the realm of perfection and then form the elixir?

 This is something I have fantasized about in my life.

Luo Chen is actually going to do it so soon?

 He is still so young!

 What kind of **** luck did he have...

However, when Miao Wen saw Luo Chen's gray and white hair tied behind his back, he pursed his lips.

 He knew Luo Chen’s qualifications.

 The attributes of the five spiritual roots are ten times and a hundred times worse than mine.

He is also aware of Luo Chen's background. He can be said to be helpless in the world of immortality.

Under such circumstances, how could Luo Chen reach this point at this age... Thinking of the many major events in the Jade Cauldron Territory that the other party casually mentioned before, although the words were plain, he seemed to be present at each of them.

 Finally, Miao Wen understood.

 There is no such thing as great luck.

It's just that the other party has gone through many difficulties and obstacles and accumulated little by little until now.

 There is morning mist covering Yuanci Valley.

 The slightly cool meaning made the old man suddenly feel the cold.

Perhaps it’s not the cool dew in the morning, but Luo Chen’s slowly projecting eyes with murderous intent!

Miao Wen opened his mouth and said slowly, "Can you wait a little longer?"

Luo Chen frowned, "A moment earlier or a moment later, what's the difference?"

Miao Wen looked at his filthy body, then looked up at the bright and dark sky.

　　It seemed like I was back to the boy who was sweeping the leaves and dust on the mountain trail with a broom before dawn.

"If I keep going like this, my brothers and sisters will laugh at me again if they see me."

Luo Chen was startled.

 …

Above the top of Jueyun Mountain.

The white clouds are misty and the breeze is gentle.

 At the foot of the mountain are the roars of beasts and waves of pine waves.

In the distance, the Lancang River surges endlessly, seemingly unchanged for millions of years.

 A red sun, like an egg yolk, jumped out of the clouds and slowly rose into the sky.

Miao Wen, who had a new look, **** his long hair, and trimmed his beard, put his dry but clean hands on his knees, and he looked at the sunrise seriously.

 The first day came to the surface completely, and there was a curve on the corner of his mouth.

 Then his eyes gradually lost their luster, and finally he slowly lowered his head.

Luo Chen stood nearby, holding a jade slip in his right hand and holding the storage bag that the other party had taken the initiative to unblock the spiritual consciousness before he died, watching this scene silently.

 After a long time.

 A wisp of green flame fell on the old man's body, and finally turned into a pile of ashes.

His sleeves were rolled up, and the ashes were rolled up. Luo Chen jumped up.

When passing by the Lancang River, I raised my hands.

 “Fellow Taoist, have a good journey!”

 (End of this chapter)