Chunyang Immortal Sect.

As soon as He Ze returned to the sect, he immediately came to see the sect leader Yang Yu Shengzun.

The two sat opposite each other on the futon, and Fucang, who was still in a coma, was lying on the bed next to him.

"Sect Master, the Purple Dao Immortal Sect bullies people too much and doesn't take our Chunyang Immortal Sect seriously at all!" He Ze said bitterly, "Even my mount, the Golden-haired Falcon, is nowhere to be found. He was probably killed by them.

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"The rapid rise of the Purple Dao Immortal Sect has never been seen in ancient times. Lan Qingxue has entered the period of transcending tribulation. With her in charge, the Purple Dao Immortal Sect has become a major trend. If it is allowed to grow, it will take at most three to five hundred years to reach the five holy places.

Apart from the Immortal Palace Holy Land, there is no opponent in the world." Holy Master Yang Yu sighed.

"If Fucang can grow up, our Chunyang Immortal Sect may not be afraid of her in the future, but now..." He Ze looked at Fucang on the bed, "I have stabilized Fucang's injuries with elixirs, but his dantian was damaged.

Destroyed, the golden elixir is broken, but there is no way to recover."

Holy Master Yang Yu asked: "Fucang has such a solid foundation, how can it happen that it goes astray?"

He Ze shook his head: "I don't know, I can only wait until Fucang wakes up and then ask him."

He still asked with some unwillingness: "Sect Master, is it really impossible to repair this Dantian and Jindan?"

Saint Yang Yu pondered for a while and then said: "Yes, there are. As far as I know, there are two methods, but they are both very difficult and costly."

"Which two methods?" He Ze asked.

They invested too much in Fucang, and Fucang was abolished, which can be said to have caused heavy losses to the entire Chunyang Immortal Sect.

If he could help Fucang repair his dantian and golden elixir, he might be able to recover his losses. Even if the cost was higher, He Ze felt that he could give it a try.

"This first method is a kind of elixir called Ruchu Dan. Although the name is unremarkable, it is a ninth-grade elixir. Taking this elixir will not only repair the Dantian and Jindan, but also restore the Nascent Soul."

Even if it is broken, it can be restored!" said the Holy Master Yang Yu.

He Ze sighed after hearing this. The elixirs used in ninth-grade elixirs are inherently precious and rare. Even if they are willing to pay a lot of money to purchase the medicinal materials, they may not be able to buy them. More importantly, there are only nine-grade elixirs.

Royal Energy Refining.

Their Chunyang Immortal Sect does not have a ninth-grade Dan Emperor. That is even rarer than a strong person in the Tribulation Stage. It takes thousands of years to produce a figure!

It is no exaggeration to say that in front of the Ninth Grade Alchemy Emperor, the masters of the major holy places should be polite, even smiling, and not dare to offend him.

"Medical materials are hard to find, and the Ninth-grade Pill Emperor is even harder to find. It is very likely that there is no Ninth-grade Pill Emperor in the entire world of cultivation." He Ze shook his head, "Then what is the second method?"

Saint Yang Yu looked a little hesitant, but he still said the second method: "The second method requires a monk of the Mahayana stage or above to inject part of his own vitality into acupuncture points all over his body to stimulate his body.

Using the majestic vitality of Mahayana monks to repair themselves, this method has certain risks and cannot guarantee success."

He Ze fell silent.

Injecting vitality means losing one's lifespan. There are several monks above the Mahayana stage of Chunyang Immortal Sect, but they are all like Saint Yangyu. They have lived for too many years and their lifespan is running out.

The youngest Mahayana in the entire sect is He Ze. If this method is to be tried, it can only be done by him.

After a long time, He Ze said, "Let me give it a try."

He walked to Fucang's bedside and began to gather his own vitality and inject it into Fucang's body.

There are hundreds of acupuncture points in the human body. Even if only a trace is injected into each acupuncture point, you can see that He Ze has aged a bit to the naked eye. By the time the whole process is over, He Ze's hair is already gray.

He waited quietly for the results and observed Fucang's reaction, but suddenly he saw a look of pain on Fucang's face and his chest heaving violently.

Before He Ze could check, there was a sudden loud bang, and Fucang's body exploded into powder, causing a huge air wave.

The explosion was so powerful that it not only collapsed the cave they were in, but also blew He Ze out, causing him to cough up blood after landing.

Saint Yang Yu's eyes widened in anger, and his beard trembled with anger: "Who! Who put a restriction in his body!"

Ji Chen, who was far away in the Purple Dao Immortal Sect, was slightly surprised when he felt that his backhand left in Fucang's body was triggered.

His back-up plan would only be triggered when Fucang Dantian showed signs of being repaired. Unexpectedly, Chunyang Immortal Sect was really unwilling to give up on Fucang.

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Zidao Immortal Sect, Immortal Lu Peak.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard at the top of the peak, Fan Xiuqi sat back on a chair, looking at the rockery and flowing water in front of him, lost in thought.

His injuries are almost healed, and with a little more recovery time, he will be able to move normally, just like ordinary people.

But he can only be an ordinary person.

The path of spiritual practice has been completely cut off.

He was not depressed by this blow. He was just thinking about what he should do after he could no longer practice.

"How about staying in the sect and teaching the new junior brothers and sisters how to draw talismans."

Although his cultivation has been completely lost, his understanding of the Tao of Talisman is still there.

"When you have free time, go out and travel and see the great rivers and mountains." He said to himself.

"I'm afraid you won't have time to travel for the time being." A voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Fan Xiu looked at the sound, and when he saw clearly who the person was, he quickly stood up and saluted regardless of his injuries.

But he was held down by the visitor: "No need to be polite."

"Senior Brother Ji, why are you here?" Fan Xiuqi said excitedly.

Ji Chen smiled and said, "Have you forgotten what you promised me back then? The Immortal Fate Conference is about to begin."

Fan Xiuqi's face darkened and he whispered: "I am ashamed of my senior brother's teachings and failed to live up to his expectations. Please punish me."

Ji Chen shook his head: "You have done well. You have become a genius in just a few decades, and my half-year teachings are not in vain."

Fan Xiuqi didn't look proud at all, but instead smiled bitterly: "It's all because of my stupid qualifications. If senior brother had chosen those talented disciples in the sect, he would not have lost to Fucang."

Although Fan Xiuqi is called Tianjiao, he knows that Senior Brother Ji is the real Tianjiao... No, it should be said that Tianjiao is not worthy of carrying Brother Ji's shoes!

He still clearly remembers that more than sixty years ago, he had been a disciple for more than ten years. Because of his stupid qualifications, although he worked harder and more diligently than anyone else, his cultivation progress was far behind that of other disciples who had started at the same time.

For this reason, he was disliked by his teacher, who arranged for him to do chores such as chopping wood and fetching water. As a result, he had less time to practice and his cultivation improved more slowly.

He never gave up. He worked during the day and practiced at night. He never slacked off for a day.

He always remembered the statue of Luochen Immortal that he saw in the main peak square when he first started. He was fascinated by its graceful appearance, and he always regarded Luochen Immortal as his role model.

I should also firmly remember the words of Luo Chenxianzun, "The most important thing in practicing cultivation is persistence", and use this to spur myself on.

"Luochen Immortal Lord also rose up after four hundred years of silence. I can definitely do it!"

With this belief, until one day, a senior brother named Ji Chen appeared in front of him and asked him: "Do you want to become a genius?"


Chapter completed!