Mortal Cultivator

In the ruins of the ancient fairyland, Wang Lu found the black tripod that exuded a mysterious aura. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, because he was in need of a good alchemy furnace, and this little tripod looked of extraordinary quality.

However, before Wang Lu had time to take a closer look, a dangerous atmosphere began to spread around. The gloomy wind whistled past, as if countless resentful spirits were roaring. On the walls of the ruins, strange runes began to flash an ominous blood-red light, and the ground trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a group of huge shadow insects drilled out from the ground, they opened their bloody mouths, their sharp teeth flashed cold light, and pounced on Wang Lu. Wang Lu dodged to the side, waved the spirit sword in his hand, a flash of sword light flashed, and several shadow insects were cut in half. But more shadow insects continued to pour in, as if endless.

Not far away, there were bursts of low roars, and a huge two-headed demon wolf slowly approached, with cruel light flashing in its eyes, and the magic fluctuations on its body were frightening.

Wang Lu knew that if he continued to stay here, he would be in a desperate situation. He made a prompt decision, put the black small tripod into the storage bag, turned around and ran towards the exit of the ruins.

Behind him, the shadow bug and the two-headed demon wolf chased him closely. Wang Lu used all his skills and shuttled through the passage of the ruins like a ghost. Along the way, various traps were triggered, and poison arrows, flames, and rolling stones attacked one after another, but Wang Lu avoided them all.

During the escape, Wang Lu encountered a psychedelic swamp again. The swamp was filled with thick fog, making it difficult to tell the direction. If you are not careful, you will fall into it and be swallowed by the swamp. But Wang Lu had no other choice but to rush in.

Relying on his keen intuition and perception of spiritual fluctuations, he struggled forward in the swamp. The pursuers behind him lingered at the edge of the swamp, and seemed to be afraid of the swamp.

Finally, Wang Lu passed through the psychedelic swamp and saw the light of the exit in front. He sped up and rushed out like a flash of lightning.

After escaping from the ruins of the ancient fairyland, Wang Lu did not dare to stop, and ran all the way to a safe valley before stopping. He leaned against a big tree, panting heavily, and recalled his experience in the ruins, still with lingering fears.

However, thinking of the small black tripod he got, Wang Lu's eyes flashed with expectation again. He knew that this small tripod would be a great help in his immortal cultivation.

Just as Wang Lu was panting, many people outside the valley had already heard the noise and rushed over. Among these people were disciples from major sects, as well as independent cultivators, and there were many cultivators above the Golden Immortal. Their eyes were all fixed on Wang Lu, because they all knew that the treasures brought out from the ruins of the ancient fairyland must be extraordinary.

A golden immortal monk in green stepped forward and said, "My fellow Taoist, the things obtained from the ruins of the ancient immortal world must be extraordinary. Everyone who sees them should have a share. Why not take them out for everyone to see, so that we can discuss how to distribute them."

Wang Lu snorted coldly: "Humph, this is something I got after a lot of hard work, why should I share it with you?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people looked unfriendly.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Wang Lu took the lead, and the spirit sword in his hand swung out several sword flowers, stabbing directly at the golden immortal monk in green. The golden immortal monk in green did not expect Wang Lu to dare to attack first, and he could only dodge sideways in a hurry, but his sleeve was still scratched by the sword energy.

"How dare you!" The golden immortal monk in green shouted angrily, and offered a magic weapon in his hand, which was a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror shot out thousands of golden lights and enveloped Wang Lu.

Wang Lu flashed and performed the teleportation technique to avoid the attack of the golden light. At the same time, he kept changing the spells in his hands, and blasted spells at the crowd around him.

The scene suddenly fell into a melee, and other monks also cast spells, showed their magic weapons, and joined the battle. For a time, the valley was full of light, and the sound of spells colliding was deafening.

Wang Lu fought against many people alone, and although he was brave, he gradually began to lose strength. At this moment, the black tripod in his storage bag suddenly trembled slightly, and a powerful force surged out of it and injected into Wang Lu's body.

Wang Lu only felt full of strength, and the power of swordsmanship and spells increased greatly. He took advantage of this power and fought hard to fight his way out and escaped.

The monks who were besieging him chased him closely behind him, and Wang Lu gritted his teeth and cast the blood escape technique. In an instant, his figure turned into a blood light and fled far away at a very fast speed, not daring to stay at all.

Wang Lu rushed all the way, silently praying in his heart that he could escape the pursuit. He kept looking back, and only relaxed his vigilance after confirming that there was no trace of any enemy behind him.

However, he also knew that his current situation was still dangerous, and he had to find a safe place to rest and recover his strength as soon as possible.

Wang Lu knew that his physical condition was already very bad, and the blood escape technique he had just performed had greatly damaged his vitality. At this moment, he felt dizzy and his eyes were black, as if he might lose consciousness at any time.

He tried desperately to stay awake, but in the end he couldn't resist the fatigue and fell from the air.

Wang Lu fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. His body was completely out of control at this moment, and he could only let gravity take him to the ground.

He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the severe pain caused by the impact, but unexpectedly found that he didn't feel much pain. When he slowly opened his eyes, he found that he had landed on a soft grass.

Wang Lu sat up with difficulty and looked around. He realized that he had luckily fallen into a dense forest, surrounded by green trees and a quiet and pleasant environment.

This forest seemed to hide a mysterious atmosphere, which made people feel a sense of tranquility and peace of mind.

Although the scenery in front of him was beautiful, Wang Lu did not relax his vigilance. He knew that he was still in danger and could not take it lightly. He tried to calm himself down and think about how to deal with the current predicament.

First of all, he realized that he had to recover his strength as soon as possible. After a fierce battle and escape, his body was exhausted. If he did not rest and replenish energy in time, it would be difficult to move forward.

So he began to look for a safe place where he could stay for a while and recover his strength.

At the same time, he also understood that it was not enough to just recover his strength, and it was more important to find a way out. The environment here was completely unfamiliar to him, and it was full of unknown dangers.

He needed to carefully observe the surrounding terrain and look for possible clues or signs in order to find a way to leave this place.

In this process, Wang Lu always maintained a high level of vigilance.

He kept an eye on the surroundings to prevent any enemy from suddenly appearing. He believed that as long as he persisted, he would be able to find a way out and escape from danger.

However, as time passed, Wang Lu still could not find a way out. This made him feel a little anxious, but he did not give up hope.

However, he was not defeated by the difficulties. Instead, he kept cheering himself up and told himself to grit his teeth and persevere no matter what.

Because he knew that if he could not even bear this little setback, how could he achieve great things in the future? So, he secretly vowed that he would never give up easily!

After Wang Lu escaped from the dangerous ruins of the ancient fairyland, although he experienced siege and interception, and was seriously injured by the blood escape, he did not lose heart.

In a remote mountain forest, Wang Lu searched around and finally found a hidden cave. The cave was covered by lush vegetation and the entrance was narrow. It was difficult to find without careful observation. Wang Lu carefully entered the cave and decided to settle down here temporarily after confirming that there was no danger inside.

He took out the black tripod he had obtained from the ruins of the ancient fairyland from his storage bag and placed it on the ground in front of him. The tripod was pitch black, with mysterious and complex runes engraved on the body, faintly emitting an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Wang Lu sat on the ground, staring at the tripod with his eyes, and began to study its use. He first slowly injected his own spiritual power into the tripod, and saw the tripod tremble slightly, and a layer of faint light appeared, but there was no other movement. Wang Lu frowned and began to wonder if the injected spiritual power was not enough.

So, he mobilized all his spiritual power again, and continuously injected it into the tripod like a gurgling stream. This time, the reaction of the tripod was much stronger, the light was bright, and it began to slowly rise into the air. Wang Lu was happy, but then the tripod suddenly released a powerful force, rebounding his spiritual power. Wang Lu was caught off guard and was pushed back several steps by this force, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"This little tripod is so strange." Wang Lu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself. But he did not give up because of this. Instead, he became more determined to find out the purpose of the little tripod.

After a short adjustment, Wang Lu approached the little tripod again. This time, he tried to use different spells to guide the little tripod. As the spells in his hand changed, the runes on the little tripod began to flicker, and the light was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Sometimes, the little tripod would make a buzzing sound; sometimes, it would emit a warm airflow.

Wang Lu kept changing the spells and carefully observed every reaction of the little tripod. After several days of trying, he found that when a specific spell was used, the little tripod would release a pure energy fluctuation. He placed an ordinary stone in the range of this energy fluctuation and was surprised to find that the stone was slowly changing, the texture became harder, and the surface was also flashing with strange light.

"Could this little tripod have the function of tempering items?" Wang Lu guessed in his heart. In order to verify his idea, he took out another ordinary herb and put it into the energy fluctuation. The herb was quickly wrapped in a ball of light, and after a moment, it turned into a drop of crystal clear liquid medicine, which contained an amazingly rich spiritual energy.

Wang Lu was very excited and continued to make various attempts. He found that the small tripod could not only refine items and extract the essence of herbs, but also absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth and store it. When he needed it, he only needed a thought, and the small tripod would release the stored spiritual energy.

By chance, Wang Lu found that when he completely immersed his mind in the small tripod, some vague images and words would appear in his mind. After repeated exploration and thinking, he gradually interpreted the information conveyed by these images and words. It turned out that this small tripod was an ancient artifact, which could not only refine pills and tools, but also hide a set of powerful cultivation methods.

Wang Lu was overjoyed and began to practice according to the methods taught in the small tripod. As he practiced more, he could feel that his strength was rapidly improving. The spiritual power in his body became more powerful and pure, and the meridians were further expanded and strengthened.

However, Wang Lu knew that there must be more secrets hidden in this mysterious little tripod waiting for him to discover. He studied and practiced day and night, and gradually embarked on the journey of becoming a strong man in this hidden cave.

Since he got the little tripod in the ruins of the ancient fairyland, Wang Lu has found a hidden cave and started a long life of seclusion.

This cave is located between mountains and ridges, surrounded by towering ancient trees, clouds and mist, and rarely visited by people. After Wang Lu entered the cave, he sealed the entrance with a huge stone, leaving only a few gaps for ventilation. Then he found a flat place in the cave, sat cross-legged, and placed the mysterious little tripod in front of him.

The little tripod exuded a faint and mysterious light. Wang Lu stared at it with a firm determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, slowly circulated the spiritual power in his body, and began to try to establish a connection with the little tripod.

At first, the little tripod had no reaction to Wang Lu's spiritual power. No matter how he injected spiritual power, the little tripod was like a sleeping beast, motionless. But Wang Lu was not discouraged. He continued to study the runes and patterns on the little tripod day and night, trying to find the key to cracking it.

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. During these ten years, Wang Lu hardly left the cave. Except for a short rest to restore his energy, he spent the rest of his time studying the small tripod. Finally, on a full moon night, when Wang Lu injected spiritual power into the small tripod again, the small tripod trembled slightly and then emitted a soft light.

Wang Lu was overjoyed, knowing that his efforts had finally paid off. Since then, the small tripod has gradually begun to show its magic to Wang Lu. Wang Lu discovered that there seemed to be an independent space inside the small tripod, which was filled with rich spiritual energy and ancient cultivation methods.

Wang Lu eagerly absorbed the spiritual energy in the small tripod and practiced those ancient methods. As his practice deepened, his body and soul were undergoing earth-shaking changes. His meridians were widened, his spiritual power became purer and stronger, and his soul became more tenacious.

Twenty years later, Wang Lu's cultivation has reached a whole new level. He can use the power of the small tripod to perform amazing spells and magical powers. However, he was not satisfied with this and was still immersed in cultivation.

Thirty years later, Wang Lu's hair has turned gray, but his eyes are clearer and brighter, full of wisdom and strength. At this time, he has been able to skillfully control the various functions of the small tripod and integrate the power of the small tripod with his own practice.

Forty years later, Wang Lu's body began to return to its original state, his white hair gradually turned black, his skin became smooth as jade, and the whole person exuded an extraordinary temperament. He went further and further on the road of cultivation, and his understanding of the way of heaven and earth reached an unprecedented height.

Finally, after a full fifty years of seclusion, Wang Lu slowly opened his eyes. Two rays of light shot out of his eyes and pierced through the stone wall in front. He stood up and waved his hand gently, and the small tripod flew into his hand.

Wang Lu felt the majestic power in his body, and his heart was full of emotion. These fifty years of seclusion and practice have made him from an ordinary cultivator to a peerless strong man. But he knows that this is just the beginning, and there are more challenges and opportunities waiting for him ahead.

Wang Lu put away the small tripod, pushed the boulder at the entrance, and walked out of the cave in the sunshine. At this time, he had been reborn.

Ever since he got the small tripod in the ruins of the ancient fairyland, Wang Lu has been looking for a hidden cave without stopping, ready to start practicing in seclusion.

In the cave, Wang Lu laid a simple spirit gathering array on the ground, then sat cross-legged in the array, and placed the mysterious black small tripod in front of him. The small tripod exuded a faint light, as if it was echoing with the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. Wang Lu took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, guiding the surrounding spiritual energy to gradually gather and flow into the small tripod.

At first, the small tripod did not seem to react much to the influx of spiritual energy, but only occasionally flashed a faint light. But Wang Lu was not anxious, he knew that the way of cultivation needed to be gradual and persistent. So, except for a short rest every day to restore his energy, he devoted all his time to cultivation.

Time flies, and ten years have passed in a hurry. Wang Lu's figure has hardly moved in the past ten years. His body has been surrounded by rich spiritual energy, forming a layer of light mist. Under the nourishment of the past ten years, the small tripod has also begun to change gradually. The runes on the tripod began to flicker regularly and released strands of pure energy, which merged into Wang Lu's body.

These energies traveled through Wang Lu's meridians, constantly widening and strengthening his meridians, while also nourishing his dantian and soul. Wang Lu could feel that his strength was steadily improving, and his perception of the spiritual power of heaven and earth became more acute.

Twenty years later, Wang Lu's spiritual energy around him was so rich that it turned into substance, forming a layer of crystal light cocoon that wrapped him in it. The small tripod was suspended above his head, constantly rotating, and shedding mysterious rays of light. With the help of the small tripod, Wang Lu's cultivation speed became faster and faster, and his understanding and application of the cultivation method also reached a new height.

Thirty years passed in a flash, and the light cocoon that wrapped Wang Lu suddenly broke open, and a powerful breath burst out from him. Wang Lu slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. At this time, he had successfully broken through to the early stage of the Golden Immortal. However, he did not stop practicing because of this. Instead, he devoted himself more attentively to the research and practice of the small tripod.

In the next ten years, Wang Lu continued to explore the secrets of the small tripod, and combined with his own cultivation experience, his understanding of the way of heaven and earth became more and more profound. The small tripod seemed to feel Wang Lu's determination and efforts, and the energy released became more powerful and pure.

Finally, after fifty years of seclusion, a shocking momentum broke out in the cave. Wang Lu stood up, and the breath on his body was like a surging river, continuous. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, and his every move contains the power to destroy the world.

Wang Lu looked at the small tripod in front of him, his heart full of gratitude and joy. He knew that these fifty years of seclusion and cultivation were an important turning point in his road to cultivation. However, he also knew that the road ahead was still long, and there were more challenges and opportunities waiting for him.

Wang Lu walked out of the cave, and the sun shone on him. He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of determination and confidence, and then his figure flashed and flew away.

After fifty years of seclusion, Wang Lu's cultivation finally reached the middle stage of the Golden Immortal. Wang Lu was delighted with his breakthrough, but also had expectations for the future and a little pressure.

The middle stage of the Golden Immortal was considered to be in the upper middle level in the Lower Immortal Realm. In the Lower Immortal Realm, most cultivators were still hovering in the realm of True Immortal and Heavenly Immortal. Those who could reach the Golden Immortal Realm were all people with outstanding talents and great opportunities. Wang Lu knew that although he had achieved such an achievement, he could not slack off in the slightest.

Wang Lu walked out of the cave where he had been in seclusion and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar mountains in front of him. In the past fifty years, the trees in the mountains have become more luxuriant, and the birds and beasts seem to have become more agile. He took a deep breath, felt the spiritual energy in the air, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

He decided to travel in this fairyland, first to test his own strength, and second to find more opportunities to make his cultivation further. He stepped on the flying sword, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards the nearest fairy city.

This fairy city is called "Lingyun City", which is a more prosperous city in the Lower Immortal Realm. As soon as Wang Lu stepped into the city gate, he felt the lively atmosphere here. There were shops on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of magic weapons, elixirs, and spiritual herbs. The monks came and went, some bargaining, and some exchanging cultivation experiences.

Wang Lu walked into a restaurant and found a seat by the window. He ordered a few plates of spiritual food and a pot of fine wine, and listened to the conversations of the monks around him while eating. From their conversation, Wang Lu learned that a mysterious relic had recently appeared in a valley outside the city. It is said that there are endless treasures and powerful magic weapons hidden in it.

Hearing this news, Wang Lu's heart moved. He decided to explore the relic. After preparing some necessary items, Wang Lu set off in the direction of the ruins.

When he came to the entrance of the ruins, Wang Lu saw that many monks had gathered here. Some of them were in groups of three or two, and some were alone, but everyone's eyes flashed with the desire for the treasures in the ruins.

Wang Lu did not enter rashly, but observed the surroundings first. He found that among the monks who entered the ruins, there were several monks in the early stage of the Golden Immortal, whose strength should not be underestimated. However, Wang Lu was also confident in his own strength. He took a deep breath and stepped into the ruins.

The ruins were filled with thick fog and full of various unknown dangers. Wang Lu moved forward cautiously. Suddenly, a huge monster rushed out of the thick fog and pounced on him. Wang Lu was not in a hurry. He waved the sword in his hand and a sharp sword energy slashed at the monster. The monster screamed and fell to the ground.

After solving the monster, Wang Lu continued to move forward. In the depths of the ruins, he found a palace. The door of the palace was closed, but a strong breath emanated from it. Wang Lu knew that the real treasure was likely in this palace.

He pushed open the door of the palace, and the light flashed inside, and various magic weapons and secret books were displayed in it. However, just as Wang Lu was about to step forward to check, a sneer suddenly came from behind him.

"Humph, kid, the things here are not something you can touch!" It turned out to be the monks in the early stage of the Golden Immortal who had been seen at the entrance before.

Wang Lu turned around and looked at them without any fear in his eyes: "The treasure belongs to those who are destined to get it. It depends on whether you have the ability to do it."