A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"I can't help it. Zhang Xiaozi said that the new one is a rare cultivation wizard. He has practiced the Diamond Art to the third level at a young age. I have to let me come over and take a look." The old man coughed lightly, his face trembling with wrinkles. said.

"The third level of King Kong Art! This person?" The girl in green shirt was startled and her eyes widened.

"Sister Xiang'er, don't be rude. Let the Taoist priest and Mr. Fu come in quickly." The girl in blue shirt said this after her eyes flashed.

"Oh, it's Xiang'er who's rude." Xiang'er woke up after being reminded by the girl in blue. She hurriedly stepped aside and invited the two people outside the door to come in.

The Taoist priest named Nan Qizi smiled slightly and walked in casually. Mr. Fu sighed and then slowly walked into the car door.

At this time, the sky outside had dimmed, but the motorcade was still moving forward rapidly without any intention of stopping.

"This brother is the person Leader Zhang mentioned." The Taoist priest was not polite. After entering, he glanced slightly and landed on Han Li.

"Yes, that's me. Brother Zhang asked the Taoist Priest to come here, but I'm afraid the Taoist Priest can't do anything about my body. I just need to sit quietly for a few months and I can recover on my own." Han Li replied calmly.

"Hehe, now that you have cultivated the Diamond Art to the third level, your magical power is actually not inferior to that of Ping Dao. But there are some differences between immortal cultivators and you body refiners. Maybe Ping Dao Zhen has a way. In this way , Your Excellency, you may not have to lie down for several months." Nan Qizi was not unhappy about this, but said lightly.

When Han Li heard this, a strange color flashed across his face.

Although his spiritual mind cannot leave the body and cannot accurately know the other party's cultivation level, through the close range of spiritual mind induction, he can still vaguely judge that the Taoist in front of him is a foundation-building monk.

When in the human world, almost any monk who steps into the world of cultivating immortals has a mentality of treating mortals like ants. Under normal circumstances, even a monk in the Qi Refining Stage disdains to deal with mortals. But in the spirit world, the Taoist priest in the Foundation Establishment Stage spoke so politely to a mortal. This made Han Li feel a little uncomfortable and even felt a little weird.

It seems that it is indeed like what the clone of Tianlan Beast said, the power of mortals in the spiritual world is not trivial, and even the monks do not dare to insult it.

With this thought in his mind, Han Li nodded with a smile on his face and said politely:

"Since the Taoist Priest said so, I'll trouble the Taoist Priest."

Nan Qizi Han Li agreed, showed a smile, and then raised his hand, there was a light cyan ring on his wrist. He touched the ring with his other hand, and a yellow bronze mirror suddenly appeared in his hand.

Seeing this situation, Han Li was moved in his heart.

This seems to be a kind of storage magic weapon, but it is obviously much more advanced than a storage bag. A monk in the Qi Refining Stage has this kind of thing, and it seems to be something that has long been popularized among monks in the spiritual world.

Storage bags are mostly not used by spiritual monks.

In his storage bag, when he dispersed the Nascent Soul, except for the two immortal-killing thunders which he took out and hid on his body, all other treasures were put into the bag and buried on the spot with a few spirit beast bags more than ten feet deep. somewhere underground.

For the sake of caution, he deliberately opened the mouths of several spirit beast bags, and ordered the gold-eating insects, six-winged frost centipedes, and crying souls to guard this place and guard the storage bags.

As for the earth-armored dragon, he didn't bring it to the spirit world at all, but left it to Nangong Wan in the lower world.

Now, in his Han Dynasty, except for a spirit-transforming talisman that can turn invisible and the Destruction Eye that is not afraid of being peeked, even the Xutian Cauldron and the seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords and other important treasures are left in the desert.

He has no magic power, and now the treasure cannot be used at all. If it is left on him, it will lead to death. Just wait until the mana is restored and retrieve these treasures. This desert is so desolate, if there are spiritual insects to guard it, there shouldn't be any problems.

As for the mysterious green vial, he thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't bear to keep it, so he also took it with him.

There is usually nothing unusual about the vial, and even if someone discovers it, it will just be treated as an ordinary thing.

Thoughts were racing in Han Li's mind. Naturally, Nan Qizi didn't know what he was saying, and he was even less aware that Han Li, who looked young in front of him, was actually a high-level immortal cultivator at the stage of becoming a god. He pointed the mirror in his hand at Han Li.

As a result, a piece of blue light flew out from the mirror, covering most of Han Li's body.

Nan Qizi closed his eyes gently, as if he was sensing something through the magic weapon in his hand.

As a result, a moment later, a look of astonishment appeared on the face of the foundation-building monk. After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes, but looked at Han Li with strange eyes. .

"Why, what did the Taoist Master see?" Han Li asked calmly.

"Donor, it's better to take more care of your lower body. Less than half of the meridians in Han Shi's body have been broken. It seems that either there is not enough spiritual energy to fill the body when practicing the Vajra Art, or there is some lack of auxiliary elixirs. We humans are no better than the monsters of the demon clan. He is naturally strong and tyrannical, and even the slightest mistake during body training will cause his body to collapse on its own. Fortunately, the donor seems to have woken up early, and the rupture of the meridians is not too serious and is still being repaired. However, this kind of damage is indeed not easy to cure. I also There is no suitable elixir, so I can only write a few heart-purifying charms to the donor to alleviate the pain in the body a little." Nan Qizi took a long breath and said with a wry smile.

"Well done!" Han Li smiled slightly and thanked him.

"Hehe! Since Immortal Master Nan Qizi has already seen it, it doesn't matter whether I see it or not. But since I'm here, I'll go through the scene for a while. If I don't look back, I really can't explain it to Zhang Xiaozi." The old man in white robe said. Said lightly from the side.

"Donor Fu is too humble. The Xuantian Nine-Dragon Golden Needle Technique passed down from Brother Fu's family has benefited countless living people, and even many fellow immortal cultivators have benefited greatly. A poor Taoist has heard of the famous name for a long time." The Taoist priest nodded politely to the old man.

"I'm just a poor member of the Fu family. I don't know anything about the Xuantian Golden Needle Technique. The Taoist Master really thinks highly of me." The old man in white robe shook his head repeatedly.

Nan Qizi smiled hoarsely and stepped aside without saying anything.

The old man in white robes took a step forward and naturally arrived in front of Han Li.

Raising his hand, he grabbed one of Han Li's wrists and raised his other hand. There was a sound of breaking through the air, and several golden threads shot out in a flash.

A "Puff" sound was heard, and several thin golden needles appeared on Han Li's body. Only a small part of them was exposed, and most of them were already submerged in his body.

Han Li, who was originally unable to move at all, suddenly sat up cleverly, but his body was still as straight as a tree.

"Liu'er, take something and give him a cushion on his back. Let him sit down." The old man said calmly to the girl in blue.

"As you command, Mr. Fu! Xiang'er, go get a set of our beddings and put them on Young Master Han." The girl in blue shirt responded obediently, then turned her head and ordered.

The girl in green shirt named Xiang'er was stunned when she heard this and seemed a little embarrassed, but she still agreed and walked out of the carriage.

Taking this opportunity, the old man in white robe simply sat next to Han Li, checking Han Li's pulse while shaking his head with half-closed eyes.

Han Li looked at the old man without saying a word.

He sensed that a weak air current was flowing rapidly throughout his body, unusually thin and vague.

If it weren't for the fact that his spiritual consciousness was so powerful and he already knew his body so well, it might not have been easy for him to detect it.

The old man seemed to sense Han Li's gaze and glanced at him. He happened to see the other person's expression that was half-smiling, and was startled in his heart.

At this time, Xiang'er had already returned to the carriage with a silk quilt in her arms. Then, without waiting for the old man's instructions, she stepped forward and spread the things behind Han Li.

Han Li leaned half-ly against his mother on the quilt. A fragrant fragrance came from his nose, and he thanked the woman in his mouth.

But the girl in the green shirt just responded lightly, looking lukewarm.

Han Li didn't take it seriously and continued to pay attention to the actions of the white-robed old man.

At this time, Mr. Fu waved his hand in the air, and suddenly there was another golden needle in his hand, which was more slender.

The old man skillfully tightened the needle with two fingers, and then his one hand blurred, his arm waved like a wheel, and countless golden lights suddenly enveloped Han Li's body.

Han Li felt a slight chill on his countless acupuncture points, all of which were pricked by this golden needle at the same time.

Then a numbing feeling came from his limbs at the same time. Han Li moved his fingers slightly, and then slowly raised his arms.

The sound of gasping suddenly came from the carriage. Not only did the four girls have expressions of admiration on their faces, Nan Qizi's eyes flashed slightly, and he was also a little moved.

"I admire you, Brother Fu's golden needle technique is really amazing!" the Taoist priest said with a chuckle.

"It's nothing, it's just a small trick. I just let his limbs temporarily regain some mobility. But still, don't use any force. Otherwise, the meridians in the body may be broken on a large scale." The old man in white robe solemnly warned Han Li.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

Han Li moved his fingers slightly, feeling surprised and happy in his heart.

He also learned the art of acupuncture with golden needles when he was in the human world, and thought he was quite proficient in it, but now compared with this old man Fu, there was a world of difference. There are actually people in the world who can turn decay into miraculous effects simply by using gold needles to prick acupuncture points.

But when he heard the old man's words again, he felt shuddered in his heart.

When the old man in white robe saw that Han Li was moving without any problem, he patted Han Li again with one hand.

There was a flash of golden light, and the golden needle shot out of Han Li's body at the same time, but the old man shook his sleeve and took it away like a cow in the sea.

Han Li stretched his legs, slowly walked down the bench, and took a few steps carefully.

"I can only do this one step, but the recovery of your meridians is entirely up to you. I have something else to do, so I won't stay here any longer."

The old man in white robe said goodbye immediately and left.

Nan Qizi nodded when he heard this, and took out several talismans from his body. He raised his hand, and all of them turned into green light, which disappeared into Han Li's body.

The foundation-building monk also said goodbye and stood up.

So the four women naturally sent the two of them out of the car and closed the door again.

At this time, Han Li was sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was experiencing the effects of those talismans.

"Brother Han, have you really reached the third level of your Vajra Skills?" After the girls turned around in the car, they looked at each other for a few times. The girl in blue shirt named Liu'er suddenly asked with a smile.

"Han is just lucky." Han Li raised his eyelids, glanced at the woman, and replied noncommittally.

(Second update!)