There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 17: The Corpse of the Seventeenth Cave

Under the bright moon and towering pine trees, two figures stood solemnly.

One had white hair and a black robe, with a thin and frail figure.

The other stood with hands behind his back, with a sturdy and imposing build.

In the howling cold wind, a deep voice slowly rang out.

"Junior brother, this action is against the rules."

Feeling the majestic blood and energy surging from the man, He Niansheng let out a long sigh.

"Rules..."

"Senior brother, I am about to die, and you still want to bind me with rules?"

After a moment of silence, the deep voice spoke again.

"Junior brother, what makes him so special?"

"He can destroy the Soul Capturing Stone and still go to the Soul Capturing Cliff to save people?"

"Or... is it that junior brother still can't let go of the past? Insisting on provoking conflicts?"

As he spoke, the man slowly turned his head.

This man with thick eyebrows and a square face was none other than the Sect Master of the Great River Sect, Haiguo.

"Senior brother, Jiang Xiong robbed me of my opportunities. How can I let it go?"

"Junior brother, the Four Families Opening the River is a difficult task. The Great River Sect cannot afford internal conflicts at the moment... down the mountain..."

"Senior brother, rest assured, Niansheng will no longer be willful."

After taking a deep look at He Niansheng, Haiguo didn't say much.

On Qing Elixir Peak, He Niansheng watched Haiguo's receding figure and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Jiang Xiong?

Four Families Opening the River?

Hmph!

What nonsense!

Are these more important than the Immortal Path?

Senior brother, senior brother...

That old guy handed over the Great River Sect to you as a plot.

Your talent has been wasted on this Great River Sect.

...

That night, inside a quiet room at the foot of Qing Elixir Peak, Li Dahuzi finally received his reward.

After storing the spiritual stones in his dantian, Li Dahuzi slowly opened a cold jade box.

Inside the jade box lay a pale blue pill, quietly resting.

And this was the Foundation Building Pill that every Qi Refining disciple desperately sought.

Holding the Foundation Building Pill, Li Dahuzi carefully examined the golden threads that seemed to be wandering on its surface, not daring to breathe.

One thread, two threads, three threads!

There were actually three Pill Patterns!

After practicing for decades, Li Dahuzi naturally knew the difference in the quality of these pills.

Mortal Pills must have Pill Patterns.

Only with Pill Patterns can the pill have its effects.

As the saying goes:

Pill Patterns are made of golden threads, hiding the wonders of nature.

It can be said that the more golden threads, the more extraordinary the pill.

The legendary Immortal Pill is covered in Pill Patterns, entirely golden.

After observing for a moment, Li Dahuzi finally put the Foundation Building Pill back.

Sigh...

Fate is unpredictable, and destiny plays tricks on people.

What Lin Fang pursued so desperately, even risking his life to obtain, has fallen into the hands of Li Dahuzi.

Looking at the Foundation Building Pill in the jade box, Li Dahuzi was torn.

This Foundation Building Pill is a great fortune.

If I sell it, my wealth will multiply several times.

But having too many spiritual stones will inevitably attract attention.

Five hundred spiritual stones... is already enough.

What if I use this Foundation Building Pill myself?

Once I successfully build my foundation, I can extend my lifespan by a hundred years. Isn't that wonderful?

A hundred years, I can marry several wives and have hundreds of descendants!

I'll have to drink a small lake of fine wine!

...

Human desires are an insatiable abyss.

Once you start, it's hard to turn back.

In the end, Li Dahuzi couldn't resist the temptation of the Foundation Building Pill.

Holding the pill, his throat moved, and he swallowed it directly.

Between the surging of qi and blood, Li Dahua suddenly felt a dramatic change in his dantian.

His dantian, which had been silent for many years like a stone cave, was gradually awakening.

The sluggish spiritual energy began to become active again.

Drip...

Drip...

Listening to the echoing sound of dripping water, Li Dahua's face showed a complex expression.

Qi Condensation has turned into liquid!

This is a sign of advancing to the Foundation Building stage.

Gathering water into a stream, accumulating streams into a river, and merging rivers into a great river.

Embracing all rivers, this is the foundation.

I never thought... that I, Li Dahua, would also have the day of Foundation Building?

After decades of wandering on the path of immortality, it continues like this?

Could it be that what I lacked was this small Foundation Building Pill?

It's really ironic!

Thinking about his past decades, Li Dahua felt that he had wasted his life.

A small Foundation Building Pill made him toil for half his life!

Like him, like Lin Fang.

Even in their entire lives, they couldn't obtain a single Foundation Building Pill.

No wonder... no wonder... the Foundation Building cultivators in the sect are all from those few surnames.

They control the Foundation Building Pill and still advocate the idea of talent!

The disciples of the Great River are just serving those four surnames like cattle and horses!

As soon as I reach the Foundation Building Stage, I will leave this ghost place!

Leave Baicang River, leave Xizi Cangzhou!

In his indignation, Li Dahua focused on Foundation Building, his qi sinking into his dantian.

As he watched the last strand of spiritual energy about to condense into liquid, a strand of extremely cold energy erupted from his body.

In an instant, Li Dahua was caught off guard and killed.

The chilling energy first destroyed his dantian, then invaded his organs.

Falling to the ground, the light in Li Dahua's eyes gradually dimmed.

He died.

...

Wang He, from the seventeenth cave, received his first task.

Although Wang He was just a miscellaneous disciple, his spiritual perception level far exceeded that of other miscellaneous disciples.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the Soul Capturing Cliff, Elder Jiang Liang arranged the seventeenth cave for him.

With gratitude in his heart, Wang He secretly made up his mind.

I must work hard and not let Elder Jiang down.

Soon, a corpse was placed in front of Wang He.

A wooden plaque hung around the corpse's waist.

It read:

[Outer Disciple, Ninth Level of Qi Refining, Li Dahua]

At the moment Wang He saw the wooden plaque, he was also surprised.

Wow!

Ninth Level of Qi Refining!

The top level among outer disciples!

Is my first task going to be this challenging?

Holding his breath, Wang He began to carefully sense the acupoints.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours...

Wang He was already sweating profusely, and holding the blade, he couldn't find the right spot.

Each acupoint seemed to be hiding something, yet also seemed to have nothing hidden.

At this moment, Wang He finally realized the difficulty of hiding a corpse.

Just as he sighed, Wang He suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

With a glance, Wang He saw Jiang Liang's gloomy face.

I have to do it!

I have to leave a good impression on Elder Jiang!

Holding the blade, Wang He directly stabbed the Quan acupoint in his right hand.

The blade rotated, opening a two-inch wide gap, and white spiritual stones poured out like flowing water.

It's a success!?

It's a success!

Oh my god!

Are these spiritual stones?

How can there be so many spiritual stones!

Li Dahua is just an outer disciple!

"Jiang... Elder Jiang... this..."

In shock, Wang He quickly looked at Jiang Liang behind him.

Wang He thought he would receive Jiang Liang's praise, but instead, he received a heavy slap.

"Trash! Useless!"

A loud slap.

Wang He was knocked unconscious by Jiang Liang.

(End of this chapter)