The Path to Immortality

Running for more than ten miles.

Fang Ping was relieved until he returned to the foot of Tiandu Peak and was only one step away from Xunxian Town.

Now that he was here, he could say that he was safe enough.

No one dared to mess around at the gate of Luoyang Sect.

Finding a deserted place nearby, Fang Ping counted the spoils of killing Ming Yulou.

First was the low-grade magic weapon [Chi Su Sword] left by Ming Yulou.

This magic weapon was slightly damaged in the previous battle, but not seriously.

Fang Ping already had the Tianyang Sword, so he didn't need it for the time being. In order to avoid suspicion, it would be better to sell it to a casual cultivator after disguising himself.

In addition, there was Ming Yulou's storage bag.

His low-grade storage bag was the standard style of Luoyang Sect's outer disciples, and there was a striking mark on it.

This thing was too sensitive. Even if it was cheap, the casual cultivators nearby would not dare to accept it.

If he kept it and sold it in the future, it would be another hidden danger.

The safest way was to destroy and discard it directly!

Even if it means losing some spirit stones.

Of course, before destroying it, the spoils in the storage bag must be taken out.

For an ordinary third-level outer disciple of Qi training, there can be no good things in the storage bag.

Fang Ping was mentally prepared for this before opening it.

But after opening it, he was still a little disappointed.

A few sets of clothes for changing, seven or eight spirit stones, half a bottle of fasting pills, a few detoxification pills, a low-grade rejuvenation talisman for treating injuries, a Taoist book that records common small five-element spells, and several IOUs including the original body.

In addition, there are two pots of spirit wine!

Fang Ping opened the lid of the spirit wine pot, sniffed the rich aroma of wine, and his eyes lit up.

"Isn't this the Immortal Drunk in the Spirit Wine Shop, worth ten spirit stones a pot?"

Not only does it taste great, it can also accelerate cultivation like spirit stone pills.

Just one pot is worth a week of hard practice.

It's not that Fang Ping looked down on Mingyu Tower. He just couldn't bear to drink this kind of spiritual wine.

If nothing unexpected happened, this person should have bought it to please the steward of the dining hall!

After transferring the rejuvenation talisman, spiritual stones, spiritual wine and other things into his storage bag, Fang Ping urged his magic power to destroy several IOUs together with the storage bag.

"In this way, even if the sect makes a big move and sends people to investigate, it may be difficult to search!"

What's more, it's just a third-level Qi training disciple. Without a soul lamp, he disappeared outside the mountain gate. It's not even certain whether he is alive or dead.

In this case, it's probably a question whether the steward of the outer sect will investigate.

"After solving the hidden danger of Mingyu Tower, only Lu Shan is left, so there is nothing to be afraid of. After the storm is over, find a suitable opportunity to send him and Mingyu Tower to reunite in the underground!"

After thinking about this action in his mind, Fang Ping confirmed that nothing was missed and returned to Tiandu Peak as if nothing had happened.

The next day, the sky was just getting light.

Fang Ping rushed to Luoyunfang without stopping, ready to sell the Chisu Sword as soon as possible to avoid more trouble.

The result was quite smooth.

He spent a spiritual stone and rented a temporary stall. He sold the Chisu Sword to a passing casual cultivator for 120 spiritual stones.

"It's easy to make money by robbing cultivators, it's easier than refining pills by yourself!"

Looking at this unexpected wealth, Fang Ping's heart subconsciously had a trace of greed.

However, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.

Relying on robbing resources to practice will sooner or later hit the iron plate.

Since he has a treasure like Yuanding, it is the right way to get rich by refining pills!

Fang Ping calmed down and secretly warned himself.

………

The unexpected disappearance of Mingyu Tower did not cause any waves in the outer gate.

Except for a certain dining hall steward who was annoyed for a few days because he did not receive his spiritual wine, no one discussed them anymore.

Lu Shan, who was surprised by Ming Yulou's whereabouts, went to the Law Enforcement Hall on the fifth day to ask for a search.

However, the Law Enforcement Hall did not accept the matter immediately because Lu Shan was just suspicious and "had no evidence"!

It was not until another week later that Ming Yulou still hadn't returned, and the outer sect sent a disciple in the middle stage of Qi training to go down the mountain to investigate Ming Yulou's whereabouts.

A miscellaneous task of finding someone was also posted in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, and thirty sect contributions were offered for this.

However, a disciple in the early stage of Qi training disappeared after leaving Xunxian Town, more than ten days ago, and there were no other clues. How could anyone find him?

Any outer sect disciple with a normal mind would not accept such a miscellaneous task.

God knows where he was killed by the robbery cultivator, or he ran to hunt monsters and died in the mouth of monsters!

Even the disciple who was assigned to investigate only symbolically visited Xunxian Town for half a day, and finally came to the conclusion that his whereabouts were unknown, and then hastily returned to Tiandu Peak.

How to say it?

If a group of friends and relatives spoke up for Mingyu Tower and made the matter a big deal, perhaps the Law Enforcement Hall would take it more seriously and send more people to investigate.

But since only Lu Shan asked about it, and other disciples were indifferent, and it was even said that some people secretly cheered, the Law Enforcement Hall naturally didn't want to interfere.

In the end, the matter was left unresolved.

As early as the planning stage before the action, Fang Ping thought that some disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall might come to ask about the whereabouts of Mingyu Tower, and he repeatedly made a draft in his mind.

But no one came to the door.

The ending of the whole thing was smoother than Fang Ping expected.

As for Lu Shan, seeing Ming Yulou's disappearance was unclear, he was guilty and suspected that the other party was retaliated by someone. He was obviously scared.

After the Law Enforcement Hall failed to find out the result, he became visibly low-key and almost never left Tiandu Peak.

This disappointed Fang Ping, who was secretly looking for an opportunity, and he could only let him go for the time being.

………

For the next period of time, Luoyang Sect was stable as usual.

After all, using outer disciples to search for the White Feathered Spirit Crane was only a low-probability event, and it might not be encountered once in a few years.

After entering the third level of Qi training and temporarily solving the problem of Ming Yulou, Fang Ping's mentality was much calmer and focused on cultivation and alchemy.

Thanks to the solid foundation laid by refining a large number of Bigu Pills before, he tried to refine [Qi Hui Dan] more smoothly than expected.

Although the difficulty of Qi Hui Dan is only slightly higher than Bigu Pill, it is a new kind of pill after all, with completely different requirements for the timing of adding materials, the control of the fire temperature, and some special techniques and skills when condensing liquid into pills.

But with Yuan Ding's ability to recall nine times a day, Fang Ping can practice repeatedly without worrying about the cost.

After repeated trial and error, summarization, and improvement, his understanding of the recipe of the Qi-recovering Pill is also rapidly improving.

After only more than thirty failures, Fang Ping succeeded in refining it for the first time and obtained five Qi-recovering Pills!

With the experience of the first success, the subsequent path will be much smoother.

The net profit margin of Qi-recovering Pills is higher than that of the Bigu Pills. Although the market price is also very stable, it is not difficult for Fang Ping to easily make more than twice the profit.

After working hard for almost a month, Fang Ping used up all the Qi-recovering Pill materials on hand.

Looking at the bottles of freshly baked Qi-recovering Pills in the storage bag, Fang Ping, who felt very accomplished, set off for the market again.

"It's not long since I started refining Qi-recovering Pills. If I take out so many finished products now, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of Chen's Pill Shop."

It seems that I have to change a cooperative shop again.