The Path to Immortality

The most direct consequence of low morale is that since the minimum mission points have basically been accumulated, the number of disciples willing to go out to do missions has suddenly dropped by more than half.

Although the rewards are good, they are not as important as their own lives. After seeing the horror of the wind and thunder eagle with their own eyes, no disciple wants to face this kind of foundation-building monster again.

The five foundation-building monks naturally felt this subtle change.

But for a while, they had no good solution.

After transplanting the hundred-year-old thunder spirit wood in the valley, the five foundation-building monks decided to patrol around the camp in turns after a brief discussion. They hope to strengthen the confidence of the disciples and maintain order in the camp by deterring the monsters.

At the same time, the foundation-building monks also increased the rewards given by the ranking of points.

The rewards for the top five even include a branch of the thunder spirit wood.

This is a material that can be used to make high-quality magic tools and even spiritual tools.

With these two measures, and the fact that no new foundation-building monsters appeared for a while, as if the previous wind-thunder eagle was just an exception, the disciples in the camp gradually regained their morale and became active again.

………

A new morning.

Guan Ru walked out of the stone house in the center of the camp, which was specially for foundation-building cultivators to live in, and began to patrol again with an indifferent look.

“Hello, Uncle Master!”

“Good morning, Uncle Master Guan!”

The disciples along the way stopped and saluted respectfully when they saw Guan Ru appear.

This female cultivator, who looked like a fairy descending from the earth, maintained the image of a foundation-building cultivator, nodded lightly, and then continued to move forward.

However, when Guan Ru passed by a stone house in a remote corner of the camp, she suddenly remembered something and stopped.

Her spiritual sense scanned the situation in the stone house, and she stretched out her hand to call a disciple who happened to pass by.

“Hello, Uncle Master Guan.”

The disciple was obviously a little nervous when suddenly signaled by Guan Ru, and lowered his head slightly, not knowing where to look.

Guan Ru pointed at the stone house and asked, "Who is the disciple in the stone house?"

She has passed by here several times during this period of time, and it seems that there is someone inside every time.

Although other disciples occasionally rest, they are still busy most of the time, going out to explore mineral veins and hunt monsters. This person is always practicing, not like he is here to explore the spiritual stone mine, but seems to be staying at the mountain gate at ease.

This is too leisurely.

It is less troublesome than her uncle who is in charge of the foundation building. This is simply unreasonable.

Looking in the direction of Guan Ru, the disciple racked his brains to recall for a moment, and finally remembered the information of the disciple in the stone house: "Reply to uncle, the disciple in there seems to be an outer disciple named Fang. He was quite active when he first came to the camp and completed several tasks in one go. Later, it seems that he was injured during an outing, and since then, he has rarely been seen going out."

It sounds like a junior who was frightened by the dangers in the canyon...

Guan Ru's expression eased a little. Although she felt a little contemptuous in her heart, she left without saying anything more.

If the disciple was really scared and didn't dare to go out, and finally failed to complete the task, there would be punishment according to the sect's rules, and she didn't need to interfere.

For the foundation-building cultivator, this was just a small matter.

But for the person involved, there was no way to take it lightly.

Although Fang Ping didn't know Guan Ru's thoughts, he could still sense that the foundation-building cultivator had stayed outside his stone house several times and occasionally asked questions to the disciples.

Since the foundation-building monster bird attacked the camp, the tempers of the several foundation-building cultivators in charge have always been bad, and he also knew it.

This made Fang Ping begin to feel pressure.

"I knew that some high-level cultivators couldn't bear to see others idle."

"Well, just in case, I'll take the initiative to go out and find a place to hide. Otherwise, if I stay for too long, I will be remembered by a petty foundation-building cultivator."

At noon that day, Fang Ping stopped practicing for the time being and came to the bulletin board for issuing tasks.

After a pretentious browsing, he chose a single-player mission to explore an underground mineral vein.

The Qi training disciple in charge of statistics kindly reminded him: "Brother, the mineral vein where this mission is located is still far away from the camp, and there may be considerable danger. Brother, do you want to consider teaming up with others?"

"Don't worry, I have my own plans."

Fang Ping thanked the other party for his kindness in his heart, but he didn't intend to accept it.

Otherwise, how can he find a place to hide?

As the mission information was registered, Fang Ping threw out the flying sword, flew into the air, and pretended to fly in the direction of the mission.

He flew nearly a hundred miles in one breath and saw that there was no one around. When he passed over a cliff, he seemed to suddenly discover something and decisively lowered his altitude.

This cliff was one of the first areas explored by the camp. There was no danger nearby... Even if there was, it had long been cleared by many monks who came and went.

Not only that, there was a natural cave on the cliff, which was very suitable for temporary residence and practice.

After landing on the open space in front of the cliff, Fang Ping carefully inspected the area and confirmed that there were no traces of monsters nearby. Then he entered the cave.

The cave was tight outside and loose inside, like a stuffy gourd. It was big enough to accommodate more than ten people to rest.

"It's simply a natural cave."

Fang Ping was very satisfied with this place and took out the [Dead Bones Illusion Formation] that he had bought at a high price from his storage bag. He urged his magic power and sent the formation flags into the corresponding positions.

He set up this formation not to kill anyone, but out of caution.

With all the array flags in place, Fang Ping took out the array plate and put enough spirit stones in the array eye, and then activated the array.

As the prohibitions resonated with each other, the array diagram of the withered bone illusion array flashed, arousing the power of heaven and earth, and began to operate slowly.

The next moment, the original cave entrance was replaced by rocks and hanging vines transformed by the array, as if such a cave had never existed.

If it was used to simulate the attack of a strong man, the withered bone illusion array might not be realistic enough.

But simulating this fixed natural scenery, the realism of the withered bone illusion array has greatly increased.

Even a cultivator who has perfected Qi training can be easily deceived if he does not observe carefully.

"With this array, there is no need to worry about any accidents interfering with my practice."

Satisfied, Fang Ping first released Dahei from the spirit beast bag, let it play in the cave by itself, and fed it animal food.

During this period of time, there were many people in the camp, and there were also foundation-building cultivators passing by. Fang Ping did not want too many people to know about the existence of this black-scaled dragon cub, so he consciously reduced the time that Dahei was allowed to go out, and most of the time he stayed in the spirit beast bag.

At this moment, it was rare to go out for a walk, and Dahei was immediately excited and had fun in the cave.

Fang Ping teased the black-scaled dragon cub for a while, deepening his feelings, and then took out the spirit grass cushion, sat on it, swallowed a condensed essence pill, and began to practice with peace of mind.

That uncle Guan Ru could pass by his stone house every day, could he also sneak outside this cave?