The Path to Immortality

Anyway, disciples are never lacking for foundation-building cultivators.

As long as you ask, you can get as many as you want.

After Fang Ping has built his foundation, they have become fellow Taoists of the same generation, and it will be more convenient to exchange their thoughts on ancient Taoist texts.

With this thought, Taoist Yun Yi was relieved.

He immediately prepared a gift and planned to have his servants give it to Fang Ping as a gift for building his foundation.

But just as he was about to call for his servants, Taoist Yun Yi suddenly stopped.

Fang Ping gave him the impression of a person who had always practiced hard behind closed doors, and he probably didn't have many connections in the sect.

After all, it was a foundation-building ceremony, one of the most important moments in a cultivator's life. If there was not even a fellow cultivator who came to congratulate him, it would be embarrassing.

"Forget it, forget it. This boy has known me for many years. He knows when to advance and when to retreat. He knows the big picture. He has visited me many times, but he has never asked me to do anything. We should have a master-disciple relationship."

"It's rare for him to build his foundation, so let's help him to hold the scene."

After making up his mind, Taoist Yun Yi immediately sent a communication talisman, saying that he would come in person to congratulate Fang Ping.

Then, he sent a communication talisman in the name of a close junior who was building his foundation, inviting two close friends he had met.

………

"Junior brother Fang, you actually built your foundation successfully?"

Among the people who received this message, the most shocked one was undoubtedly Liu Wuchen.

Since the failure of the foundation-building attack that year, Liu Wuchen, who had been recovering for half a year and basically recovered his previous strength, barely cheered up again.

Before the foundation-building attack, he was devoted to Taoism and almost never considered marriage.

But after failing to build his foundation, his blood and qi declined, and he had no hope of achieving the Great Dao, Liu Wuchen's state of mind changed several times, and he could only helplessly pin his regrets and hopes on his descendants.

He began to marry wives and concubines, and spread his family, hoping to give birth to a descendant with excellent spiritual roots.

With this goal in mind, Liu Wuchen also began to accumulate resources again.

First, to repay the spiritual object that Fang Ping had lent him for building his foundation, and second, to leave more assets for his descendants.

Half a year ago, after receiving the communication talisman from his long-time friend who was going to retreat to impact the foundation, Liu Wuchen, while blessing him, could not help but feel pessimistic for Fang Ping.

After all, except for his decent attainments in the way of alchemy, the other party's spiritual roots and talents seemed to be inferior to his own.

Never expected that this unremarkable outer sect junior brother actually took that step...

Envy, jealousy, unwillingness, unbelievable!

All kinds of emotions intertwined, even Liu Wuchen didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.

After a long time, he sighed dejectedly and managed to regain his composure.

After calming down, he controlled the flying sword and immediately set off to Fang Ping's cave.

Since the failure of building the foundation, Liu Wuchen has been accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human nature.

He was very worried that if he could not seize the opportunity to meet this former junior brother, when the news of the other party's successful foundation building spread and gradually adapted to the new identity, it would be questionable whether he could remember him!

………

Yunyang Peak.

In the cave of Bingzi No. 13.

"Uncle Fang, there is an inner disciple outside who calls himself Liu Wuchen asking to see you."

Fang Ping, who was drinking spiritual tea at ease, suddenly felt that the ban was triggered.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he immediately found Xing Luorong who was respectfully reporting the information, and the old-looking and slightly uneasy Liu Wuchen beside him.

"This Senior Brother Liu is a little older than the last time we met."

Fang Ping sighed slightly.

However, the communication talisman clearly said that it would be three days later, so why did he come so early?

He was just about to manipulate the formation to open the passage to the cave, when he suddenly felt something in his heart and took the initiative to stand up and walk out.

The thick fog kept rolling, making way for a passage.

Seeing this scene, Liu Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he saw Fang Ping appear in person and walked over enthusiastically: "Senior Brother Liu, you are here so early!"

It was obviously just a very ordinary greeting, just like in the past, but Liu Wuchen's body shook slightly, revealing an extremely complicated expression, and even his eyes were a little red.

After a while, he calmed down his excitement and bowed according to the etiquette of the sect: "Junior Brother Fang is willing to acknowledge this old relationship, and I am grateful to him. But it is not just the tacit rule of the sect, even the entire Liang Kingdom's immortal cultivation world, the realm is respected, how can Liu go beyond it?"

After that, he said seriously: "Disciple Liu Wuchen, meet Uncle Master Fang!"

Fang Ping frowned slightly and persuaded him a few times, but Liu Wuchen insisted on calling him Uncle Master, and he could do nothing.

He could only sigh and say: "If there are other people present, it would be fine to call him Uncle Master. Today, we meet not as cultivators of the sect, but as friends for many years. Brother Liu, there is no need to be so formal, just call him Fellow Daoist Fang."

Seeing that he was sincere and didn't seem to be just talking, Liu Wuchen finally stopped insisting and changed to Fellow Daoist Fang.

This scene made Xing Luorong in the distance secretly remember it in his heart.

It seems that this person has a special status in Uncle Fang's mind. If he comes again in the future, he must be entertained more enthusiastically and must not be neglected.

After a few pleasantries outside, the two entered the cave together.

They sat down separately, and Liu Wuchen took out a gift box from the storage bag. He said to Fang Ping with a little embarrassment: "I heard that Fellow Daoist Fang succeeded in building his foundation, so I came here to congratulate him. This gift is just to show my appreciation. I hope Fellow Daoist Fang will not think it is too bad."

Fang Ping took the gift box and pretended to be annoyed: "What are you talking about, Daoist friend? Am I the kind of person who treats people coldly without a generous gift?"

Seeing that his attitude remained the same after he established his foundation, Liu Wuchen finally felt at ease.

The two chatted casually about the topic of impacting the foundation, and then talked about the interesting things in the outer sect in the past. For a while, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After half an hour, Liu Wuchen got up to say goodbye.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Fang Ping saw him off for a few steps, and suddenly spoke, seemingly casually: "Brother Liu, after the failure of the foundation building, I heard that you had briefly recovered, but in the end you were discouraged and began to marry a wife and concubines. Now if there is another opportunity to impact the foundation building, would you dare to try again?"

Hearing Fang Ping's words, Liu Wuchen's body suddenly froze.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Fang Daoyou, do you know? This time next year, I will be over 70 years old!"

He sighed: "Too late! Too late!"

Fang Ping was silent.

Time is always the biggest enemy of a cultivator on the road to immortality!

If it is said that there are still some cultivators who succeed in building a foundation by chance and with various conditions at the age of nearly 60. Then the chance of successfully building a foundation after the age of 70 is really very small.

This extremely small chance may not appear in the entire Liang Kingdom's immortal world for hundreds of years!

It seems that the remaining foundation-building pills cannot be sent out.

"But maybe this is better..."

Fang Ping sighed in his heart.

If he does not try to build a foundation for the second time, Liu Wuchen can live for another 30 years and die at the age of 100.

With his current age and situation, if he really dares to try a second time, even with the help of the foundation-building pill, he will most likely die on the spot!

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Fang, I have something urgent to do in three days, so I can't come. Please forgive me!"

As if remembering something, Liu Wuchen explained the reason why he came to celebrate in advance before leaving the cave.

Then, he left quickly without looking back.

Looking at Liu Wuchen's bleak back, Fang Ping stopped at the entrance of the cave for a moment and sighed softly.

In front of this foundation-building cultivator, Liu Wuchen, who had no hope of achieving success, seemed a little inferior, even estranged...