The Path to Immortality

The next morning.

Perhaps because the news spread, there were more disciples who planned to go to the entrance of Xiaofeng Canyon [Changfengfang] than expected.

In the end, there were as many as thirty or forty disciples, all driving flying instruments, and rushed to Changfengfang City.

Streams of light streaked across the canyon sky, looking spectacular.

On the way, they occasionally met local monks in the canyon. Seeing their movements, they all tried their best to avoid them in a hurry to avoid bumping into everyone.

After meditating and resting once in the middle, the disciples arrived at Changfengfang City safely.

Compared with the magnificent Luoyunfang, Changfengfang City is much worse in terms of scale and internal architectural layout.

Except for a block in the center, which barely looks like a town, the surrounding buildings are probably believed by some people, which disappointed some disciples who came here on impulse.

The existence of Luoyang Sect monks has long been no secret in Xiaofeng Grand Canyon.

Over the past month, many disciples have visited Changfengfang, but seeing so many people coming at once, the nerves of the monks in Changfengfang were still tense.

It was not until the disciples stopped at the entrance of the market, paid the spirit stones to buy the voucher, and entered the market in a very disciplined manner that the monks of the market patrol team who maintained order breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that they are not here to mess up the place.

"My fellow disciples, since we have entered the market, everyone should do their own things. We will gather at the entrance of the market tomorrow morning and return together."

The leader of the team, the sixth-level Qi training monk, obviously had some secrets to deal with and did not want others to know, so he said so.

The other disciples actually had similar ideas. Seeing the leader's proposal, everyone agreed with it.

Even Yan Xu and Dong Xiangtian, who had a good relationship, did not travel together, but agreed with Fang Ping to meet at a later place, and then dispersed.

After watching the few people leave, Fang Ping also wandered around the market.

Most of the cultivators who set up stalls in Changfengfang were casual cultivators who lived in Xiaofeng Grand Canyon, and their strength was generally in the early and middle stages of Qi training. As for the items sold at the stalls, they were mostly spiritual herbs, minerals, and monster materials in the canyon.

If it was Fang Ping who had just crossed over, these ordinary materials might still be attractive, after all, the prices were generally lower than those in Luoyunfang.

But with his current vision, there were not many goods that he liked.

Even if there were a few items occasionally, they would be regarded as treasures by the casual cultivators who set up stalls and quoted a high price.

Just when he had looked at dozens of stalls along the way and was a little impatient, a blue-clothed cultivator with strength of the late stage of Qi training, who was sitting there with his eyes closed, caught Fang Ping's attention with the items on his stall.

A broken array plate that looked a bit old, a fragment of a magical instrument that had completely lost its spirituality, a seed of a spiritual plant that lacked vitality, a travelogue that recorded the customs and human relations in the Howling Wind Valley hundreds of years ago...

"Could this be a relic found while exploring an ancient cultivator's cave?"

Fang Ping had a guess in his mind and asked casually.

Seeing that there was an interest in the customer, the blue-clothed monk opened his eyes and said, "This Taoist fellow is right. This was found in a cave of a Qi training casual cultivator in the Howling Wind Valley. It is at least one or two hundred years old."

Fang Ping nodded, and his eyes gradually fell on one of the seemingly inconspicuous but faintly ancient bronze tripods.

"This little tripod..."

He leaned down and looked at the bronze tripod intently.

Seeing this, a hint of pride flashed in the blue-clothed monk's eyes, and then he winked at a casual cultivator who seemed to be strolling around diagonally opposite the stall.

After receiving the signal, the casual cultivator immediately understood and walked towards this side slowly, seeming to be interested in the goods on the stall of the blue-clothed cultivator.

But to his disappointment, Fang Ping only hesitated for a few seconds and then looked away again.

"Although I am a little unsure... but a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi training can detect subtle clues, it makes no sense that the stall owner of the late stage of Qi training can't detect it. Even if he was really careless, didn't the other cultivators in Changfengfang notice the details?"

Thinking of some classic scams in his previous life, Fang Ping laughed in his heart and chose not to be fooled.

In contrast, it was an ancient pill recipe placed casually in a corner of the stall that interested him more.

The upper part of the pill recipe was made public, and the specific refining method of the lower part was sealed by a simple ban. If you don't have the strength to build a foundation, you can't bypass the ban to check.

Pill recipes are not fixed, but will develop with the changes of the times.

Ancient pill recipes are not necessarily more sophisticated than modern pill recipes.

In particular, with the slow depletion of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, many spiritual medicines and natural treasures that were everywhere in ancient times have become very rare, or even completely extinct.

In this context, some ancient recipes containing such spiritual medicines are equivalent to completely becoming waste.

Unless there is an alchemist who can make a substitute version based on the ancient recipe after a lot of attempts, and experiment with other materials to make it work again.

However, such attempts have very strict requirements on the alchemist's attainments, and require a lot of time and resources. In most cases, the gains are not worth the losses.

Take the first-level low-grade recipe called [Yangmai Pill] in front of you. Just looking at the description above, it can slowly nourish the meridians, making the meridians more resilient and less prone to injury.

In this way, when fighting, more mana can be output instantly, further increasing the power of spells and magic tools.

This effect is undoubtedly very tempting.

However, although the main ingredient of Yangmai Pill [Liansu Grass] is not a very precious spiritual plant, it has very strict requirements for the growth environment and has gradually become extinct ten thousand years ago.

Now it can probably only be found in a very few special relics and ancient medicine gardens.

If only this main ingredient is missing, it is fine. Considering its effect, there may be no alchemists who will try to repair the recipe.

But Yangmai Pill also needs a kind of medicinal material, that is [Xuanyuan Fruit].

Fang Ping has read the record in a book of alchemy in the Sutra Library that Xuanyuan Fruit is one of the important auxiliary materials of Foundation Building Pill!

If you only refine a few furnaces occasionally, the cost is barely acceptable.

If you want to repair the recipe of Yangmai Pill, you need to make a lot of attempts. Every attempt will waste a Xuanyuan Fruit, and the cost is too exaggerated.

"The main ingredient is extinct, and the auxiliary ingredients conflict with the recipe of the foundation-building pill. No wonder this ancient recipe is just left here without anyone interested... However, I have the Yuan Ding, which can be infinitely traced back until the attempt is successful, which can help me avoid the biggest trial and error cost."

After a moment of hesitation, Fang Ping asked, "How much is this ancient recipe?"

The blue-clothed monk rolled his eyes and said, "The recipe of the Yangmai Pill can stabilize the meridians and is extremely beneficial to the monks. Since we are destined to be together, I will sell this recipe to you for 200 spirit stones!"

Fang Ping didn't even talk about the price and got up and left.

"Hey, don't leave, fellow Taoist!"

The blue-clothed monk was anxious. He had finally met a sucker from another place, and he still wanted to make this deal, so he quickly got up to keep him.

After much persuasion, Fang Ping was finally called back.