The Path to Immortality

Xianzhou Market, Yuxiao Boat.

This huge boat located in the center of the market belongs to the private domain of the Six Phases Alliance and has never been open to ordinary casual cultivators in the Xianzhou Market.

On weekdays, except for a very small number of specially invited cultivators, only Jindan Realm cultivators can enter and exit here at will.

As a place dedicated to the ancestors to discuss the mysteries of Taoism, socialize and enjoy themselves, the layout of Yuxiao Boat can be said to have exhausted the craftsman's ingenuity.

The clear springs and waterfalls are gurgling, and the sound is clear; the pavilions and pavilions are scattered and hidden among the green pines and cypresses; there are also spiritual birds and beasts, exotic flowers and plants, dotted in between. All kinds of scenery, quiet and ancient, can be called a fairyland scenery.

"The scenery of Yuxiao Boat is really well-deserved!"

Stepping on a rainbow light and overlooking the scenery below, Fang Ping couldn't help feeling quite relaxed and happy.

After appreciating it for a while, he saw that the time was about right, so he turned into a rainbow and fell, appearing in the center of the Yuxiao Boat, in front of an octagonal pavilion in the lush bamboo forest.

This pavilion, called [Golden Sutra Pavilion], is one of the most common places for the Xianzhou Small Meeting.

When Fang Ping arrived, there were already more than ten figures standing in the pavilion.

Among them, most of the cultivators did not deliberately hide their figures, and there were also several cultivators who were evasive and deliberately made up a false identity.

However, there are only so many Jindan cultivators who participate in the Xianzhou Small Meeting all year round. It is not easy to occasionally have one or two unfamiliar faces. Other strangers don’t need to think about it. It must be an old face pretending.

Given the familiarity between the ancestors, it is difficult to hide it from others as long as they open their mouths.

Therefore, this self-deception and concealment of identity is nothing more than a personal hobby of some Jindan ancestors, and other cultivators see through it but don’t point it out.

Fang Ping did not need to hide his identity this time, and there was no need for him to do so, so he appeared in his true form.

The Jindan present naturally knew that there was a new guest in the Six Phases Alliance.

When they saw Fang Ping walking into the pavilion, they only took a quick look and confirmed his identity.

"So you are the owner of the Wuchen Dan Pavilion."

The white-haired old man who was playing chess with someone looked up and said with a smile.

This old man called himself Jingyuanzi, and he was one of the six Jindan ancestors who founded the Six Phases Alliance. Although his spiritual root aptitude is average and he is still in the middle stage of the Jindan, no one dares to look down on him for this qualification.

The Taoist Zhuoyue, who was watching the chess game nearby, couldn't help but say with a little envy: "I heard that he is a third-grade Dancheng middle-level cultivator and a second-level alchemist. He has no shortage of cultivation resources. Given time, he may become a late Jindan cultivator."

Taoist Zhuoyue has been promoted to the Jindan realm for sixty years, and he is still a Jindan early stage cultivator.

Considering that the golden elixir he formed was only of the seventh grade, it was almost doomed to have no hope of Nascent Soul. It was not surprising to hear that Fang Ping, who was born as a casual cultivator, had achieved the third-grade golden elixir.

In another corner of the pavilion, Han Yan, who was quietly brewing tea with a somewhat indifferent look, also noticed Fang Ping's arrival.

This ancestor, who was a little maverick in the Six Phases Alliance and rarely interacted with others, and whose cultivation was only one step away from the late stage of the golden elixir, said to himself lightly: "There is another person of my generation."

However, some people were friendly to Fang Ping, or at least did not reject him. Naturally, there were also people who inexplicably disliked Fang Ping, such as Su Chong, who also achieved the golden elixir as a casual cultivator.

In his opinion, how difficult it is to form an elixir, who has not experienced all kinds of ups and downs and risked his life to get to where he is now. And this owner of the Wuchen Dan Pavilion is said to have been in seclusion for many years and has hardly taken any risks. The only time he went out to travel, he succeeded in forming an elixir after returning, which can be said to be smooth sailing.

Such an "easy" formation of the elixir, compared with his own experience, would inevitably make the old Taoist Su Chong feel a little unhappy.

But whether it was friendly, indifferent, or hostile, it could not prevent Fang Ping from looking at the people in the pavilion with the strength of the same golden elixir realm, and standing in front of them openly.

However, while standing in the pavilion with his hands folded and looking at the ancestors calmly, only Fang Ping himself knew how much effort he had put in behind the short sentence, from being a foundation-building person who did not even have the qualifications to enter the Yunxiao Boat to becoming "a person of my generation".

………

After a cup of tea.

The Qingteng Fairy, who changed into a lake green long skirt, drove the rainbow light and landed outside the Golden Sutra Pavilion.

This female golden elixir cultivator was the only person Fang Ping was familiar with. After seeing Fang Ping had arrived, she took the lead in greeting Fang Ping, and then naturally helped to introduce him.

Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Fang Ping quickly matched the Jindan cultivators in the pavilion with some information he had heard in his memory.

It was during this period that several Jindan ancestors arrived one after another, filling up the huge Jinjing Pavilion.

Finally, as the agreed time came, an old man in blue shirt, whose strength was enough for the late Jindan, whose aura was as deep as the sea and far superior to other Jindan, walked out of another pavilion deep in the bamboo forest and came to the pavilion.

According to the instructions of the Qingteng Fairy, the old man in blue shirt was named Shen Changrong, and like the previous Jingyuanzi, he was also one of the six founding Jindan of the Six Phases Alliance.

At the same time, this person was also the host of this Xianzhou meeting.

Looking around at everyone in the pavilion, his eyes lingered on Fang Ping, and Shen Changrong spoke in an old and powerful voice: "After not seeing each other for several years, I am very pleased to see you all still as charming as ever."

"I will not say any more. There will be plenty of time for you to reminisce later."

"Then, this fairy boat meeting has officially begun. Friends who need it can speak."

There were only less than twenty Jindan ancestors attending the meeting, so there was no need to rush for a moment.

After Shen Changrong spoke, the pavilion was quiet for five or six breaths. Seeing that no one was the first to speak, Jing Yuanzi, the old white-haired man who had played chess before, spoke slowly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Since you fellow Taoists are unwilling to stand up, then I will throw away the bricks and attract jade first."

As he said that, he took out a bottle of spiritual water as deep as ink from a storage magic weapon on his body.

Even if there is a ban, Fang Ping can't see any clues at first glance.

However, with so many golden elixir monks in the pavilion, there are naturally people who know the goods.

Immediately, someone pointed out the origin of the bottle of spiritual water in a surprised tone: "Three Yuan Yin Mo Heavy Water?"

Jing Yuanzi, who originally wanted to keep him in a silence, couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "Friends of Taoism have a good eye, and he actually recognized it at a glance. This bottle of spiritual water is the Sanyuan Yin Mo Chong Water."

"This spiritual water can not only be used to forge some high-quality water-flowing magic weapons, but also to assist Jindan monks in practicing some water-flowing skills and specific magical powers. Just one drop is worth ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones."

"There are eighteen drops in my bottle."

"You can bid if you want it."

"The old rules do not accept spiritual stone exchange, only spiritual medicines, spiritual materials of the same value, or something that can arouse my interest."