Taoan Market.

It was originally a prosperous trading market under the jurisdiction of Feitianmen.

Ever since Feitianmen opened the market town, a large number of cultivators have gathered here.

Some of them are from sects and families.

And even more of them are independent cultivators coming from all over the place.

When the news that Feitian Sect was going to open up the Red Moon Mountains and distribute spiritual veins spread throughout the market like a spring breeze, all the independent cultivators were excited.

In a teahouse in the center of the city.

A group of casual cultivators sat together, having a heated discussion.

The aroma of tea could not conceal the turmoil in these people's hearts.

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak.

"I heard that the Red Moon Mountains are vast and boundless. Not only is there abundant spiritual energy, but there are also various rare herbs and minerals."

A young casual cultivator said excitedly.

"It borders the East China Sea, and the prices of many aquatic herbs and medicines inland are several times higher."

"If we can gain a foothold there, our practice will be much more effective."

“This time, I heard that the Jindan Patriarch of Feitian Sect took powerful action and even took out the Tongtian Spirit Ship, directly destroying the Chiyue Sect’s mountain protection formation.”

"The three Purple Mansion True Immortals of the Red Moon Sect died on the spot, and none of them escaped."

"Indeed, it is really terrifying. I didn't expect that even the Sky-reaching Spiritual Ship would appear."

Another experienced-looking cultivator's voice revealed a hint of vicissitudes.

"This time, Feitianmen is opening up the Red Moon Mountains for joint development. Obviously, they are going to make a big move. There must be a lot of resources and treasures inside. We casual cultivators have to go through wind and rain, but we don't have any love from our parents."

"If you want to cultivate immortality, you need resources, and you need to seize the opportunity."

At this moment, a waiter wearing a white towel came over slowly and put down a few cups of hot tea.

"Seniors, I heard that this time, Feitianmen has relaxed a lot of conditions in order to attract more talents."

"As long as there are warriors in the late stage who are willing to establish a family and report it, the spiritual land in the Red Moon Mountains will be opened up for competition."

"Of course, the competition will be fierce. After all, the number of spiritual lands is limited, and there will definitely be countless people scrambling for them."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the teahouse became even more lively.

These casual cultivators started discussing.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, why don't we find some trustworthy fellow Daoists and unite together? Maybe we can also snatch a piece of spiritual land."

"After all, a single thread cannot make a line, and two fists cannot defeat four hands."

"Yes, after a lifetime of wandering, it is time to plan a foundation and leave behind family bloodlines, which may be able to provide for my old age and funeral a hundred years later."

As night falls, Taoan Market is still brightly lit and bustling.

Many independent cultivators, however, joined the crowd, moving around everywhere, constantly looking for trustworthy fellow Taoists in order to accomplish something great.

……

Zhao Mansion.

Zao Wou-Ki stood in front of the window of his study, looking through the exquisite wooden lattice windows, gazing at the scenery in the courtyard.

The breeze blew by, bringing with it waves of fresh floral scents and the rustling sound of turning pages.

After a long time, he retracted his gaze, put down the book in his hand, and asked the person next to him.

"Fairy Yan, what's going on?"

The man next to him was the famous Sendo doctor in Kyoto. When he heard this, he spoke.

"Minister Zhao, Fairy Yan is under the influence of the poisonous beast's blood, and the situation is not good."

"How could this happen? The immortals have mysterious means that can save the dying and bring back the living. Is there no way to cure it?"

The man sighed and spoke.

"The methods of the immortals are indeed extraordinary and mysterious, but they are not omnipotent."

"This Fairy Yan has been practicing the terrifying magic of the ancient Beast Demon Sect. Now that the poisonous beast's blood has entered her body, she has become seriously ill due to the stimulation."

"Is there any way?"

He took out a thousand-year-old ginseng from his arms and carefully placed it in the old man's hand.

The old man was also surprised to see the ginseng, but he did not accept it and put it on the table.

"Shangshu, you have accomplished something that countless immortal cultivators have found difficult to accomplish as a first-level mortal. I admire you in my heart. I have done my best in this matter, so I will not accept this mountain ginseng."

"Otherwise I'll feel guilty!"

Zhao Wuji sighed secretly.

"Is there really no other solution?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Shangshu, forgive me for being blunt, but you two are from two different worlds. Birth, aging, illness and death are the norm in the world. Even if you save him, what will happen? Why force it?"

There was a hint of determination in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Uncle Chang, feelings are unpredictable. I don't know what the future will be like, but I admit that the moment I saw Fairy Yan, my heart was indeed moved."

"What if I insist on forcing it?"

The old man sighed.

"If I want to save her, maybe there is another way?"

"Oh."

"Senior, please clarify."

The old man glanced at Zhao Wuji, then stroked his white beard and spoke.

"No, this method is not appropriate."

Zhao Wuji's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. The fire of hope that had just been ignited was instantly poured with a bucket of cold water.

"Senior, what exactly is this method? Why do you say it is inappropriate? Is there no other possibility?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something. Finally, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he did not choose to tell the truth.

"Legend has it that there is a magical herb called 'Nine-turn Resurrection Grass' that grows in extremely cold places and blooms once every thousand years. It can bring the dead back to life and turn flesh into bones. If we can find it, I think it should be able to eliminate the poisonous blood of the beast."

"But the key point is that the inheritance in this fairy's body is extraordinary. The Three Kings Fighting Heaven Seal is a first-class treasure technique. The three beast-shaped creatures of the male Suanni, male white tiger, and male heavenly wolf are intertwined with poisonous blood."

"Even though the Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass can eliminate the poisonous beast's evil blood, I'm afraid it will be difficult to eliminate the three evil disasters."

The old man sighed softly, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally he spoke slowly.

"If you really want to save him, there might be another way. However, Minister Zhao is extremely noble, so how can he risk his life?"

"This method uses strange things to forcibly extend life. It requires a loved one to cut open their liver, lungs and heart to develop a pill, using their own life as a price to forcibly extend the life of another person."

"Not only does it go against the laws of nature, but it will also bring about unpredictable disasters with unknown effects."

"The reason I mentioned this is just to give it a try. I don't recommend that the Minister do this."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji turned pale and was silent for a long while before asking in a low voice.

"Then...is there no other way?"

"This Fairy Yan was born in Feitian Sect, which is also a large sect with a profound heritage. Legend has it that there is a great master of golden elixir in Feitian Sect, so maybe there is a way."

The old man shook his head.

"Shangshu, this is not a problem that can be solved by high cultivation. Although Jindan cultivators are rare in the Dayun Dynasty, we can still find some."

"But there are many things in this world that even great monks cannot cure."

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior! No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will definitely save her!"

“Gold is easy to find, but a ton of gold is hard to find, and a true friend is even harder to find.”

"My broken body is nothing, but it's a pity that I still have the great ambition of the Saint Emperor that has not been fulfilled, and I don't want to let my long-cherished wish go to waste."

Yan Qingying has been in and out of consciousness ever since she was rescued by Zhao Wuji after being poisoned by a poisonous beast while protecting Concubine Yan.

Today, she slowly opened her sleepy eyes and found a man standing by her bed. He was masculine and handsome, with a black suit fluttering in the wind and long black hair tied up.

What is most unforgettable is that pair of eyes, firm and deep, as if they can see through everything.

At this moment, he frowned from time to time, observing her condition attentively.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were full of concern, a tenderness that went beyond that of ordinary friends.

He changed the bandage for her with skilled techniques, being careful with every touch as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"how do you feel?"

Zhao Wuji Zhong asked softly, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

Yan Qingying smiled slightly, even though her body was still weak.

But she also felt a little warm because of this care.

"Thank you very much."

A soft light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"This is what I should do."

He didn't say anything, still changing the dressing carefully.
Seeing this, Yan Qingying also forgot about her pain.

A long-lost smile appeared on his face.

From the initial rescue and care.

Through the communication and understanding of each other's hearts, the two gradually became familiar with each other.

The corners of Zhao Wuji Zhong's mouth curled up, he felt Yan Qingying's response.

It is a tacit understanding and commitment that can be felt without words.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji looked at that face and it seemed that the world in his heart became so complete at this moment.

In a trance, he once remembered a famous saying.

(two)

"When you are so close yet so far away, it is hard to be together. When you can't have it, the only thing you can do is to make sure you don't forget it."

……

Feitianmen’s retreat place.

A man with fair skin and triangular eyes.

He took out from his hand tremblingly a jade stone that was shining like the sun.

The stone was the size of an egg, gleaming with luster and full of golden sunlight.
As soon as it was taken out, it was like a little sun, extremely hot.

Wang Dong took a deep breath.

"Almost there, I'm about to break through. This time I'm lucky enough to have a chance and finally break through to the perfect warrior realm."

"With the help of this Sun Crystal, I will surely be able to successfully break through to the level of Purple Mansion True Person."

In order to achieve this breakthrough, he has been in seclusion for a long time.

Even the Feitian Sect did not participate in the operation to destroy the Chiyue Sect.

At this moment, Wang Dong got the Sun Crystal in his hand and studied it carefully, with a fiery light flashing in his eyes.

The Purple Palace True Lotus Pill is so rare.

The Nine-Leaf Heavenly Fragrance Fruit is rare to come across in a thousand years. The Nine-Leaf Heavenly Fragrance Fruit tree at the back mountain of the sect has just grown branches and leaves.

If he wanted to use it after it matured, he would have to wait for thousands of years. It was definitely too late for him.

This solar crystal is the crystallization of the nine heavenly masculine fire. It was born in the sun, dropped into the human world by chance, and was accidentally found and polished by someone.

It has a special effect in helping people who practice fire magic to break through the bottleneck of their cultivation.

At this moment, even though he has not yet tried to break through, he just held the Sun Crystal in his hand.

Wang Dong could also feel the surge of magic power in his body, and even felt an indescribable excitement on his skin.

Outside the house, the rolling spiritual energy of Feitianmen was spinning, forming countless fist-sized spiritual energy balls that rushed into the quiet room.

Gathered in this small secret room.

pat!pat!
After a while, the rich spiritual energy turned into drops of spiritual rain that fell and wet the floor.

Wang Dong slowly closed his eyes.

Activate the Qingming Treasure Scroll.

This treasure scroll was obtained by Feitian Sect from the great master Qingming Lord. It is both a treasure method and a treasure technique.

It contains three parts: Qingming Thunder Wind and Cloud Spiritual Technique, Five Thunder Bombing Heart Method Outline, and Attack Spiritual Technique Wind, Cloud, and Thunder Secret Scroll.

After practicing for many years, he has become very familiar with it.

At this moment, the three spiritual arts of wind, thunder and cloud were entangled with each other in his body, guiding the crazy spiritual energy to flow along the meridians in his body.

It finally gathered in the Dantian, determined to open up the Purple Palace.

With every breath.

Wang Dong felt that the connection between himself and this sun crystal was becoming closer and closer.

It was as if there was some kind of resonance between the two, leading him to a new realm.

suddenly!

Wang Dong suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly.

An unprecedented power is awakening within the body.

He calmed his mind and continued to meditate.

Guiding this force to gradually condense until it reaches its peak.

At this moment, his whole body was surrounded by a faint golden light, as if he was isolated from the outside world and immersed in the edge of a breakthrough.

Suddenly, Wang Dong's eyes opened wide, and golden light instantly became brighter, reflecting the determination and strength in his eyes.

Perhaps affected by his breakthrough, two thunder dragons from Feitian Sect roared out from the Thunder Dragon Pond in the back mountain. The wind and clouds changed suddenly, and the entire sky became gloomy.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck from the sky and hit Wang Dong directly.

As Wang Dong's eyes opened and closed, there seemed to be flashing thunder in them, and his voice spread throughout the area.

"At this moment, the will of heaven has also changed. I gather the power of thunder, wind and cloud."

"Today, I, Wang Dong, will definitely break through to the realm of Purple Mansion True Person."

"God help me!"

Wang Dong's voice was low and powerful.

He held the Sun Crystal high above his head, as if to absorb all the energy contained in it.

As his words fell, the entire secret room seemed to begin to vibrate, and a suffocating feeling of oppression filled the air.

Lightning bolts fell from the sky and struck the secret room directly.

It turned into a violent energy and poured into Wang Dong's body.

Wang Dong's figure was looming in the golden light. The true energy surrounding him was spinning like a tornado, continuously absorbing the power of thunder from the outside world.

Every bombardment of thunder, lightning, wind and clouds made his aura more solid.

After a long while, he exhaled a breath, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

"break!"

Wang Dong’s shout penetrated the secret room and shook the whole area.

With the arrival of the last thunder.

His body was completely submerged in a dazzling light.

A faint purple light reached its peak, and he roared to the sky, his voice full of strength and confidence.

But at this moment, a trace of fear appeared on his face.

As if he felt something, his whole body was in pain and twitching constantly.

An astonishing force surged out from the lightning and flames, penetrated into the body, and kept moving around.

It seems to burn the meridians in the body into charcoal.

Wang Dong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"not good!"

He felt more and more that something was wrong, and his face turned pale.

He wanted to stop it.

However, the wind magic cultivated by the Qingming Treasure Scroll became more and more powerful, driving the thunder and fire for a long time.

……

Ye Yang was holding a few spiritual marrow beads extracted from the Red Moon Sect and was about to plant them into the Feitian Sect's spiritual veins to nourish them.

At this moment, he had already sensed a special force slowly rising in Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"It's from the direction of Lihuo Peak. Someone is breaking through to the Purple Mansion realm."

"Is it Wang Xijing or Wang Dong?"

Ye Yang frowned, not having time to think carefully.

Then he saw that the huge momentum that had been gathered with great difficulty suddenly collapsed as if it had died down.

"No! This is because he didn't comprehend the world enough, and he tried to break through forcefully, but suffered backlash."

"This is really nonsense!"

Ye Yang sensed the rolling wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, and immediately knew what was happening.

He moved and reached the Lihuo Peak. He quickly locked onto the target and flicked his fingers. The light of his sword broke through the restrictions of the formation and soon reached the house.

Only then did he realize that there was a person sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, blood was coming out of all his orifices, and he looked like he was dying.

"It's Wang Dong."

He raised his feet and walked in front of Wang Dong.

Wang Dong's situation was very bad at this time. Ye Yang's arrival was like a breeze that blew away the chaotic airflow around Wang Dong.

His eyes were sharp and he could see through Wang Dong's current state at a glance.

Due to lack of sufficient understanding, Wang Dong deviated at the critical moment of breakthrough.

This resulted in a violent conflict between the spiritual energy and the Dantian magic power that should have been smoothly integrated.

"Wang Dong, listen to my command, focus your mind, and stabilize your foundation."

Ye Yang's voice was steady and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

He stretched out his hand and gently tapped, and a gentle yet powerful life force was injected into Wang Dong's body.

Helped him stabilize his shaky Dantian

At this time, Wang Dong was in danger and felt the help from the outside world.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and tried to concentrate his mind according to Ye Yang's instructions.

Re-establish a harmonious connection with the external natural forces.

As he worked harder, the violent power of thunder gradually subsided and began to slowly merge into his meridians, no longer resisting as before.

“If you don’t have enough understanding of the world, even if you break through to the realm of a real person, it will be like a castle in the air, a mirage.”

"You are rushing things now. It is not the time to break through yet."

Ye Yang shouted sternly.

There was a kind of pressure in the voice that made people tremble with fear.

Wang Dong's body shook when he heard the voice.

The originally chaotic atmosphere seemed to have paused for a short time because of this.

"The path of spiritual practice is no joke, so be careful not to rush for quick success."

"What you lack is the understanding and perception of the Tao, not pure strength. Forcing a breakthrough will only backfire."

"But. But, Senior Brother, I don't accept it. Why can others break through to the Real Person Realm, but I can't?"

"Who am I worse than?"

Wang Dong's words were filled with resentment and frustration, and this emotion burned in his chest like a raging fire.

He showed extraordinary talent for cultivation since he was young. Whether he was learning martial arts or awakening his own nature, he was one step faster than his peers.

However, when it comes to breaking through to the realm of true person, he is always stuck here.

Unable to cross that final threshold.

Ye Yang sighed, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He understood Wang Dong's reluctance and confusion.

But there is no fairness on the path of cultivation.

It’s not like you will definitely gain something just by practicing hard.

“The path of spiritual practice is like climbing a mountain. Everyone has his or her own path and pace.”

“Everyone starts at a different point and has a different path, so why should you compare yourself with others?”

"Brother, look at this mountain. Although the peak is high, not all trees can grow on the top of the mountain."

"Some trees have deep roots, while others have crowns that reach toward the sun. Each has its own strengths and beauty. The same is true for you and me. There is no need to rush."

"Besides, is the purpose of your practice just to become a real person?"

This series of questions hit Wang Dong's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Brother, I..."

Wang Dong hesitated to speak.

"You only pursue speed and ignore the solidity of the foundation. The next breakthrough will become more and more difficult."

“Even if I manage to break through to the Purple Mansion realm, what should I do?”

"Golden Elixir, Heavenly Gang, Dharma Image, each step is a checkpoint. I don't know how many heroes have been killed by this, not to mention the mysterious and unpredictable Yuanshen Taoist."

"How can we rely on brute force to break through?"

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