The Path to Immortality

"I, I..."

Facing the pressure of the Foundation Establishment monks and the different looks, Deacon Li's body trembled and he hesitated, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After more than ten breaths, the cold ground finally made him sober.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard and tried to defend himself: "Did Senior Fang misunderstand something? This is the battle report sent back from the front line, and Li only conveyed it truthfully!"

"What a truthful delivery!"

Fang Ping sneered and said, "That's what I take it for. A few days later, Elder Wu's descendants received additional accurate information and came to defend themselves. Why did the Zhengyang Palace not send monks to investigate separately as required by the sect's laws? Are you going to drive Elder Wu’s descendants out directly and threaten them?”

"this……"

Deacon Li was immediately speechless.

He rolled his eyes and said: "It's not that Li doesn't want to send people, it's really that the war situation is tense right now and there is not enough manpower to verify. Just a casual word from the descendants of the Wu family, naturally the case cannot be overturned easily."

Fang Ping threw out the handwritten letter and held it up with his magic power, showing it to everyone in the hall.

He asked loudly again: "Elder Wu's good friend on the front line, the foundation-building monk Zhao Xiaolong, wrote a handwritten letter, confirming that Elder Wu died in the battle after chasing the demon cultivator. Isn't the personal experience of a foundation-building monk considered ironclad evidence? ?”

After asking three questions in a row, Deacon Li no longer had any room to argue.

Seeing the murderous intent in Fang Ping's eyes, his face turned pale. He could only half beg for mercy and half warn: "This senior, Li is the deacon of Zhengyang Palace. Even if the matter is controversial, there will naturally be a review by the Law Enforcement Hall later. If you dare to take action in the palace, you are openly killing a fellow sect, and the sect will be severely punished!"

Fang Ping's face showed a sarcastic look: "Have you remembered the sect's rules at this time?"

Of course, he would not really hurt people in public just to help clear the Wu family's reputation, and give them leverage in vain.

The anger and murderous intent at this moment were partly sincere, but mostly a deliberate performance, in order to express his attitude and put pressure on Zhengyang Palace and the sect.

After all, the world of immortality often likes to reconcile and compromise.

Only if he shows enough anger can the senior officials of Zhengyang Palace be forced to give in and not dare to stop him easily.

As for the results he plans to strive for during this trip, Fang Ping has already thought about it.

First, Deacon Lee himself must be severely punished!

Secondly, Elder Wu’s posthumous belongings and due compensation must also be returned and implemented!

Both are indispensable.

At this moment, a ray of light hurriedly fell outside the hall, and then angry voices came from outside.

"Where did the Foundation Establishment monk dare to act wild in our Zhengyang Palace?"

Accompanied by this angry shout, a middle-aged foundation-building monk with a fair and majestic face and a tall body walked in hastily.

Seeing the appearance of this foundation-building monk, Deacon Li, who was in a desperate situation, rushed toward him as if he had seen his backbone.

"Uncle Wang, save me!"

Seeing Deacon Li's spineless look, the middle-aged foundation-building monk's face flashed with a hint of disgust.

But after all, it is your own dog, and you cannot let anyone teach you a lesson.

He immediately used a burst of magic power to stabilize the opponent's figure and pushed him aside. Then he flicked his sleeves, strode in, and stood a few feet away in front of Fang Ping.

"I am Wang Luhong of Zhengyang Palace, serving under Deputy Palace Master Jiang. Who are you?"

While asking questions in a cold voice, all his foundation-building cultivation abilities were unfolded.

After staying in the early stage of foundation building for decades, Wang Luhong had accumulated nearly a hundred drops of liquid mana, and he was not far from the middle stage of foundation building.

A tyrannical momentum swept towards Fang Ping, threatening to push him down in one fell swoop.

However, in the face of this "heavy" pressure, Fang Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly blocked it without even giving in.

In the eyes of the onlookers' disciples, it was clear that they were evenly matched!

"It turns out to be Fang Ping, the deacon of the Alchemy Hall of the Wang family."

Fang Ping's expression was indifferent and he didn't take this person seriously at all.

If Wang Chen had successfully promoted to Jindan, Fang Ping might have beaten the opponent by a few points today.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Over the years, the power of the Wang family has been greatly reduced. This foundation-building monk who works in Zhengyang Palace is already one of the few prominent figures in the Wang family.

As for Deputy Palace Master Jiang who was mentioned by the other party?

It was not that Fang Ping did not have the support of other factions behind him, the person who helped him recommend the position of deacon of Dantang was Wei Youlin, the other deputy hall master of Zhengyang Hall. Not to mention, Taoist Yun Yi, who has already reached the late stage of foundation building and is only waiting for a vacancy to become the elder, and Elder Cui Changyong of the Law Enforcement Hall.

We all have similar backgrounds. Under such circumstances, how could Fang Ping be afraid of him?

That is to say, it is inconvenient to take action inside the sect, but in a place where no one is around, the outcome will be determined by fighting skills. Fang Ping can kill this person with one move!

"Fang Ping, the deacon of the Alchemy Hall...is that you?"

Wang Luhong was somewhat impressed by this name. After recalling it for a moment, his expression changed slightly.

Realizing that he had encountered a difficult situation, Wang Luhong's original anger quietly disappeared a lot.

He put on a calm look and said: "It turns out that it was Deacon Fang who came forward, which really put Wang in a difficult situation."

After that, he glanced around and said to Fang Ping: "There are many people here and it is not a place for conversation. Can we go to the side hall to talk in detail?"

"No need! If you have anything to say, just say it here. Unless Wang Daoyou wants to say something shady?"

Fang Ping rejected the other party without hesitation.

Wang Luhong, who had hit a snag, felt a little annoyed in his heart, feeling that the person in front of him was a little disrespectful.

But considering his reputation, he still held back his anger for the time being and said to other disciples in a cold voice: "My fellow disciples, Wang has something to discuss with Deacon Fang in detail, are you waiting?"

When his eyes swept over, the disciples who were still watching the excitement immediately knew that today was over.

"Junior suddenly remembered that there was something else at home, so I'll leave first."

"Disciple also has to go back to practice."

"Allow me to go first!"

Although they were a little reluctant, no one dared to disobey the will of a foundation-building uncle, and they all left on their own initiative.

In an instant, only Wang Luhong, Fang Ping, Deacon Li, and Wu Wannian were left in the huge hall.

Without outsiders, Wang Luhong spoke less restrained and more casually.

He pointed at Fang Ping with his finger, and said frivolously: "Deacon Fang, I know you are an alchemist, and you are very popular in the branch school, and you know many cultivators. But Wang is a member of the Wang family of Luoyang Sect. No matter the strength, background, or connections, you, a cultivator from the outer branch school, can compare."

"Oh?" Fang Ping smiled: "But I don't think so."

There were so many disciples before, and Fang Ping didn't want to make a move easily and show too much strength.

Now that Wang Luhong took the initiative to clear the field, didn't it just give him a chance to establish his authority?

Before he finished speaking, nine rays of scorching sun and mysterious light attacked.

If nonsense was useful, would he have to practice so hard for so many years?

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Luhong laughed in anger. He didn't expect Fang Ping to dare to turn against him. He immediately slapped his storage bag and sacrificed the low-grade protective spiritual weapon [Crescent Moon Shield] that he had exchanged from the Wang family's spiritual storehouse.

The silver shield, like a crescent moon, lit up with layers of spiritual light, protecting Wang Luhong's body.

Wang Luhong was very confident in this high-quality spiritual weapon. He had fought with cultivators of the same realm several times, and had relied on it to steadily block the opponent's attacks.

However, the nine flying mysterious lights did not attack him continuously as Wang Luhong had imagined, but flew to all directions of him in an instant, surrounding Wang Luhong in the center.