Mortal Cultivator

One year later.

In the attic, Wang Lu sat cross-legged with his green hair disheveled. This year, he had consolidated his consciousness and was already comparable to Hao Qingtian, who was at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

He did not use the gold-forming elixir. Although the probability of forming the elixir was at least 80%, there was still a 20% chance of failure.

The reason for hesitation is that although the failure to form the elixir will not endanger life, it will condense a kind of golden elixir called a fake elixir, and it will be stuck in a situation where it cannot go up or down.

After condensing the fake elixir, you can't make any progress in your cultivation, and you can't be promoted for life. There is only one way, break the elixir and rebuild it!

Wang Lu naturally wouldn't take risks.

Moreover, looking at his foundation-building posture, he judged that his pill formation could not be solved by one or two pills, which also made him feel strange.

It's not that there are monks like him who need a lot of resources, that is, Earth Spirit Root monks. Although they are not as many as he needs, they are still quite a lot. However, Earth Spirit Root cultivators are still very powerful in the same realm.

But if he hadn't been refining his body, he would probably have average strength among the monks of the same realm. He could only blame the space in his body for causing trouble.

Wang Lu was thinking in his mind that the competition was coming soon. The first thing he did when he entered the secret realm was not to grab some Qingcang liquid. That thing was of no use to him. The soul lotus seeds in his space could replace Qingcang. liquid.

His first goal is to find an eighth-grade spiritual object. The various auxiliary materials for the gold-forming elixir are almost gathered, but he just lacks a suitable eighth-grade spiritual object. Although the gold-forming elixir does not require a specific spiritual object, But there is always a need for medicine that is suitable for refining gold-forming elixirs.

He didn't get any of this kind of thing. He did get a lot of information, but it was basically in private caves controlled by big forces.

Therefore, he could only enter the secret realm to fight for this kind of elixir. Even if he had the resources, he still needed an alchemist to refine it. Fortunately, his alchemy journey was quite smooth, so he would not be restricted in this aspect.

This kind of eighth-grade spiritual object can also directly go to these forces and exchange resources for it, but he does not dare to do this. If this kind of thing is taken out, I am afraid that anyone will be upset with him.

Catch him, extract his soul and search him to the ground. He has no doubts at all.

Not to mention that he is just a small foundation-building monk, even a Nascent Soul monk may not be able to protect himself. He is now like a child with a treasure house, but he cannot open it or ask others to open it.

Not only can't you ask others to open it, but you can't even find someone else to match the key. You can only grind it secretly by yourself little by little. While thinking about this trip to the secret place, there is a movement outside.

"Brother Wang, it's time to go!"

Shui Ling'er landed on the terrace and called softly.

"Okay, right away."

Wang Lu waved his hand, put away the alchemy furnace, and then walked out of the alchemy room.

…

Tiandu City, City Lord’s Mansion.

"Everyone, this time the teleportation array is activated, it's time for the Loose Cultivator Alliance to pay the spirit stones, hahahaha..."

At a teleportation formation in the City Lord's Mansion, hundreds of monks gathered, mostly Alchemy monks and only a few Nascent Soul monks. The place was filled with laughter and laughter.

In the Rogue Alliance camp, only the top three elders were present, not even Shui Yun.

Standing at the front, Master Lingxu said nothing. He waved his hand and took out ten top-quality spirit stones. The spirit stones were directly embedded into the ten grooves of the formation.

There was a flash of white light, and all the hundreds of monks in the formation disappeared.

…

Clouds in the sky, far south.

A city was built on the shore of a sea. This city is called Bianhai City. It is the location of the Hunyuan Secret Realm. Therefore, the competition is also held here. Because of this, there are expensive teleportation arrays connecting various parts of the mainland. city.

The formation flashed from time to time, and batches of monks appeared. Each time there were hundreds of people, all of whom were above the level of pill formation. Occasionally, one or two foundation-building monks appeared.

A group of monks from Tiandu City also arrived after a flash of light.

"Everyone, just find an inn to stay. I will register the elders who will participate in the competition. Just go to the Bianhai Fighting Field in three days."

Master Lingxu opened his mouth to give instructions. Seeing that everyone understood, he left alone. As soon as he left, the monks present also dispersed.

"Little friend Wang, this is the token of the inn opened by me. You two can live here as you like."

Ning Tianxiong took out a waist card, and seemed to be afraid that Wang Lu would be offended, so he actually gave the token to Wang Lu. After seeing Wang Lu take the token, Ning Tianxiong left alone.

Wang Lu looked at the token. It said Ning's Inn. He could also feel that the token had some connection with a certain place in the city, which was extremely convenient.

"Let's go."

Wang Lu said hello and walked towards an inn in the city with Shui Ling'er.

…

"Why is this old guy Ning Tianxiong getting involved with this kid!"

The few people just did not hide it. The father and son of the Hao family who came together looked at it with their brows furrowed and thinking non-stop.

"Hmph! If we meet him in a secret realm, I will definitely kill that kid!"

Haolin on the side had a fierce look in his eyes, not hiding his murderous intent.

"How come I have a son like you who can't hold his breath? You've trained like a dog!"

Hao Qingtian's face was gloomy. Although his son was extraordinary in strength, he had no idea about competing for Qingcang Ye. Instead, he valued the position of leader of the Tiandu Alliance more.

The reason why it is valued is because there are five branch alliances in the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. The Qingcang Liquid obtained by the Rogue Cultivator Alliance will be refined into Condensing Pills by the main alliance. The monk who captures the Qingcang Liquid will receive five pills. Five pills will be distributed, and the five pills divided by the casual cultivator alliance will be distributed to the five branch leaders.

As for the general alliance, the first five elders of the general alliance of the loose cultivator alliance are already gods, and the next five are the five leaders of the sub-alliances. And every time the Qingcang liquid is taken, the loose cultivator alliance can get at least one drop, without exception.

He is only over 800 years old now, and he still has a long life, so he is keen on the position of sub-alliance leader.

The sub-alliance leader not only needs strength, but also needs the support of various elders. The complexity is no less than that of the sect. Fortunately, his hope in Tiandu City is greater than Ning Tianxiong, which is why he wants to win over Shuiyun. Unfortunately, he was rejected for some reason, but this did not have much impact on his seizure of the throne.

"Let's go!"

Hao Qingtian snorted coldly, and the more he looked at his son, the more unhappy he was.

At the Ning's Inn, Wang Lu and Shui Ling'er each found a good adjacent box. Because of the token, the innkeeper was very respectful, and it was very smooth.

"Ling'er, can you give me your Infant-Breaking Pill? My alchemy skills have improved recently, so I can help you refine your Infant-Breaking Pill to improve its quality."

"Ah? Refine it! Okay."

Although Shui Ling'er was very surprised, shocked, and confused.

But she still stretched out her delicate hand and handed the pill bottle to Wang Lu.

"You go back first, it will only take an hour."

"Oh."

Shui Ling'er obediently left the room.

As soon as Shui Ling'er left, Wang Lu waved his hand, and more than a dozen formation flags flew out, forming a hidden formation. Although he had already explored the room, he still carefully arranged another formation.