The Path to Immortality

Faced with Zhou Rengui's words, Fan Xue was doubtful.

He couldn't help but said: "But if this is true, then in the daytime battle, only Uncle Fang killed a Foundation-Building Demonic Cultivator. What should we say?"

Killing a foundation-building demon cultivator alone, nothing can better illustrate your strength than this, right?

Zhou Rengui smiled slightly and said: "This just shows that Uncle Fang is not strong! That's why the demon cultivators let their weakest monks deal with Uncle Fang, but they didn't expect that Uncle Fang also has a secret explosive. It’s just a technique.”

? ?

Fan Xue was a little confused.

Seeing that he was still confused, Zhou Rengui said earnestly: "Think about it, none of the other Foundation Establishment Master Uncles could kill a demon cultivator. Why can Master Fang kill him? I heard that he was on the left side of the flying boat at that time. The disciples who assisted in the defense said that the man who was killed by Master Fang The magic cultivator used was destroyed by Uncle Fang's spells in two or three times. She was probably at the bottom of the list among the foundation-building monks. She was sent to deal with Uncle Fang instead. Isn’t it enough to deal with others?”

Only such a weak demon cultivator could make such a stupid mistake during the battle, and Master Fang would seize the opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop!

"According to what you said, it seems to make sense..."

Fan Xue was a little convinced and asked doubtfully: "If we don't find Uncle Fang, who should we find?"

Zhou Rengui smiled confidently: "Listen to me, let's go find Uncle Ma Bin. He sat in front of Feizhou, faced the fierce attack of the three foundation-building demon cultivators, and fought hard to the end. This strength is probably far from the middle stage of foundation-building. It’s not far away. As long as this uncle is willing, he can definitely protect us.”

"It has to be you! Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Fan Xue was convinced after hearing this. He selected the gifts in his storage bag and prepared gifts that he thought would impress Master Architect Uncle Zhu. Then they set off together and knocked on Master Uncle Ma Bin's door.

Similar situations were playing out in the cabins where several other uncles were.

………

"Tuk-tuk!"

The cabin, which had been quiet for just a short time, heard a knock on the door again.

Not long after nightfall, several disciples who came to seek connections and seek asylum were sent away one after another. Fang Ping refused to accept their gifts, and these disciples were not happy, which made him feel helpless.

It seems that there is no chance of peace and quiet tonight.

Fang Ping's consciousness casually swept away, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

The visitor this time was not an ordinary inner sect disciple, but a female cultivator who had become famous in just a few years after joining the inner sect.

Li Qingzhi.

During Fang Ping's spiritual exploration, he saw that this woman was wearing a simple and elegant Taoist robe, with a slender waist, and a moon-white silk ribbon that was lightly tied around it, swaying with her steps.

Because of her skin like gelatin, face like peach blossoms, and a cold temperament, she attracted many suitors not long after she started her career, and she was also called Fairy Qingzhi.

Even foundation-building monks like Fang Ping, who practice behind closed doors, have heard about it.

Could it be that this person is also here to seek asylum?

Fang Ping murmured in his heart, and when Li Qingzhi knocked on the door again with some anxiety, he opened the door with a magic spell and let him in.

"Disciple Li Qingzhi, I have met Master Fang."

As soon as she entered the door, the female cultivator bowed politely.

Fang Ping didn't treat him specially because of his status. He asked equally: "It's so late. If you don't have a good rest, why did you come to see me?"

"If you are worried about the attack of demon cultivators and want to seek my protection, then you can go back."

He paused and said: "As all the disciples can see, my injury is not serious now, and it may be difficult to use my magic power in a short time. Even if there is an emergency, as long as my disciples are within my ability, I will take action to protect you. No need Clear the way."

Seeing Fang Ping take the initiative to reveal his purpose, Li Qingzhi hesitated with a cold expression.

She wasn't sure whether Fang Ping really refused to accept it or was just pretending to be verbal.

After a brief weighing, he still said with a smile: "In the daytime battle, my uncle killed the attacking demon cultivator, displayed his power, and protected all the disciples. Qingzhi saw it and naturally believed it. But this junior is just Out of a little respect, I came here to give you a gift. I had no other intention, and I asked my uncle to accept it."

After saying that, she took out a gift box from her sleeve, held it up with both hands, stepped forward and presented it to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping glanced with his consciousness and knew the contents of the gift box.

Among the previous disciples, some presented spiritual stones and some spiritual materials. The best one took out a spiritual elixir that was sixty years old.

But these gifts are not as good as the elixir given by Li Qingzhi.

Astonishingly, it was a hundred-year-old Huang Jingzhi.

"I'm really interested!"

Fang Ping said slightly surprised.

Seeing that he seemed very satisfied with the gift, Li Qingzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Qingzhi heard that Uncle Fang was a first-level alchemy master and happened to have an unexpected hundred-year elixir in his hands, so she gave it to her. I’ll give this elixir to my uncle, please accept it.”

Fang Ping pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's all, if I don't accept it, you probably won't feel at ease. So, if I take this elixir, I'll treat it as a reward for sheltering you at the Anming Mountain camp."

After that, he took out two bottles of the remaining Qi Pills from the storage bag.

For Fang Ping today, Qi Yi Dan is almost useless.

But Li Qingzhi only cultivated in the later stage of Qi training, and this Qi Yi Dan can be called the holy medicine for improving cultivation.

You know, many early-stage foundation-building monks who can't get the Yuan Sheng Dan are still using elixirs like the Qi Replenishing Pill to make do.

Throwing the Yiqi Pill to Li Qingxue: "I won't take advantage of you. These two bottles of Yiqi Pill are gifts for you. Go back and practice hard, and strive to build your foundation as soon as possible."

Then, he waved his hand, indicating that Li Qingzhi could leave on her own.

Seeing this, Li Qingzhi responded tactfully.

After thanking him softly, he stood up and left the room, but felt a little surprised and surprised in his heart.

I didn't expect that this Master Fang was really a gentleman.

Not only did he not ask for anything else, but after accepting his gift, he also gave me a spiritual pill in return...

Walking all the way to the lower level of the flying boat, Li Qingzhi, who was a little distracted, thought of something and took out a bottle of Yiqi Pill at random.

Just as he opened it, a rich and pure medicinal fragrance came out of the jade bottle.

Taking out one at random and making a brief identification, Li Qingzhi was surprised.

Although she was born in a small Qi-cultivating family, her three spiritual roots were not bad, and she was highly valued by the family. She had no shortage of ordinary cultivation resources.

But she had never seen a spiritual medicine of the level of Yiqi Dan.

The best she used on weekdays was the Peiyuan Dan she got from the sect. I don’t know how much worse its medicinal power was than the Yiqi Dan in front of her!

“I heard that this Master Fang is the deacon of the Dan Hall and a first-level alchemist. Now it seems that his alchemy skills are as poor as his cultivation! He is definitely not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator who was lucky enough to build a foundation when he was close to the sixty-year limit!”

Thinking of the scenes she happened to see during the day, Li Qingzhi was thoughtful.

Perhaps, she could have more exchanges with this master in the future.

By the way, I heard that this master has not had a Taoist partner yet. If there is a chance... it’s not a bad idea.

Thinking of something, Li Qingzhi’s cold and unworldly face had a few more blushes.

Distracted, she didn't notice the surprised eyes in the dark.

"That was Li Qingzhi just now... I didn't expect that Fairy Qingzhi is also that kind of person."

A Qigong disciple couldn't sleep because of the tragic death of his companion, so he went outside the cabin to get some fresh air. Unexpectedly, he saw Li Qingzhi walking over from the upper level of the cabin, and his expression suddenly became strange.