A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The hall Han Li was in was very strange. It was a very large cylindrical room, with a diameter of about thirty feet from left to right and a height of four to five feet. The surrounding green rock walls were inlaid with light red crystals, and there was a thin layer on the ground. The thin white sand makes the entire hall look clean and tidy.

But if someone looks up, they will be surprised to find that there are white milk pillars hanging upside down from the roof of this hall, and they are densely packed everywhere. This is actually a rare stalactite cave, which has only been slightly touched by people. It was only through renovation that it became what it is today.

There are three passages evenly distributed around the hall, two of which have the word "Qi" and the word "Dan" engraved in ancient characters on the sides. The last passage is empty, and there are no signs nearby.

There was no one in the hall at this time. After Han Li glanced around, hesitating a little, he walked into the passage with the word Dan engraved on it.

This passage is not long at all. After walking for more than ten steps, you turn a corner and a slightly larger house appears at the end of the passage. There was a long table in this room, and an old man with a red face stood beside the table, looking at Han Li with a smile.

Behind the table were several shabby shelves standing against the wall, filled with various cauldrons, raw materials, and some miscellaneous strange items that Han Li had never heard of before.

Before Han Li could speak, the old man spoke up with a bright smile: "My little friend, you look very ugly. It must be your first time here! There are fewer and fewer newcomers coming to this damn place now." Come on! I've long been tired of seeing all those dead-faced guys. It's great to have a younger newcomer here!" The old man shook his head and said, with a rather unseemly look on his face.

But Han Li has noticed that the Sky Eye Technique has no effect on this old man and cannot see the depth of the opponent. This shows that the old man is also a master in the foundation building stage. How dare he neglect him!

So, he hurriedly saluted and said: "This junior has met my uncle. It is indeed my first time for my nephew to come to Yuelu Hall. Please give me some advice!" Han Li kept his posture very low.

"If you don't understand anything here, just ask me. Besides, my surname is Xu. You can call me Uncle Xu or Mr. Xu. I don't want to say that I am senior or junior, I don't like to hear this!" The old man hurriedly corrected it! Han Li seemed to be very concerned about what he called himself.

"Then... I'll just obey my orders, junior!" Han Li hesitated for a moment, then agreed indifferently, feeling that the other party was really a bit weird.

"That's right. Now let's talk about the purpose of this." The old man surnamed Xu said with satisfaction.

"Junior wants to look for some formulas and books related to elixirs, and want to study the method of refining elixirs." Han Li tried his best to make his words tactful and circuitous, not wanting to attract this person's attention.

"Recipes and books for alchemy? Just go up the stairs!" To Han Li's surprise, the old man made no move to question him. He casually took out a black token and issued a magic spell, and spoke from behind him. In the open space between the shelves, a stone staircase leading to the roof appeared out of thin air.

Han Li was overjoyed and quickly walked to the stairs. Just as he was about to go up, Mr. Xu suddenly showed a cunning look.

"Viewing the collection of books on the second floor costs one low-level spirit stone per hour. The originals are not allowed to be taken away from here. If you want to copy the contents, you will need to pay an additional copy fee of ten spirit stones per copy."

Before Han Li could step onto the stairs, Mr. Xu, who was already behind him, spoke out the relevant rules in a leisurely manner, causing Han Li to freeze and almost want to curse.

This charge is too high! Not to mention the cost of copying ten low-level spirit stones, even the browsing fee of one spirit stone per hour would deter many cash-strapped disciples.

You know, a low-level disciple can only earn twenty or thirty spiritual stones through various jobs in a year! Taking into account the various daily cultivation consumption and expenses, the actual amount of spiritual stones that can be saved is only a few.

Therefore, the other party's charging is definitely very sinister! Han Li's sense of the old man immediately turned a 180-degree turn. He was really a big profiteer!

Although there was a strange look on Han Li's face, he did not stop any longer because of the old man's words. Instead, he threw it back without looking back, and a low-level spiritual stone was thrown into the old man's hand. , and he quickly climbed to the second floor.

"It's interesting! He's not scared by such a charge. He seems to be a small rich man. Haha, it looks like he has another small fortune to make!" The self-proclaimed Uncle Xu saw that Han Li was so generous. As he moved upstairs, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes into a crescent shape with joy, and wiped the spirit stone vigorously on the corner of his clothes a few times, then put it in front of his eyes and took a closer look. His iron-rooster face was undoubtedly exposed, and it was the same as when he first saw it. The approachable demeanor was completely different.

At this time, Han Li suppressed the depression in his heart and calmed down a little before taking a closer look at the things on the second floor.

It was completely different from the large and bright house he imagined, filled with countless books, bamboo slips and other items. Although the house on the second floor was not small, the things placed there were really pitiful. .

Two dark bookshelves, a dirty table, and a broken chair. This is all the belongings in this house. Of course, there are still twenty or thirty yellowed old books on the bookshelf, and there are also a few bundles of tattered bamboo slips on the table, and two jade cylinders whose original color can no longer be seen.

"So shabby? Could it be that we are in the wrong place? This is the secret library of the Immortal Cultivation Sect! It is clearly the shabby library of a poor scholar." Han Li was immediately shocked by the scene in the room. If he hadn't been worried about Mr. Xu's unfathomable magic power, he would have almost had the urge to go downstairs immediately, grab the other person's collar, and question him fiercely.

After taking a deep breath, Han Li calmly walked to a bookshelf, then casually pulled out an old book and started reading it carefully.

"The five elements of heaven and earth correspond to the five internal organs. When the golden needle pricks the position, it can transform essence into essence..." He only read the first few sentences of this book, and he was immediately surprised. He couldn't help but close the book and look at the cover.

Five huge words "Fahrenheit's Golden Needle Secret Technique" appeared in front of Han Li's eyes.

Han Li's expression turned ugly. This is not to say that this book is not good. The content recorded in this book is indeed a rare secret method of treating diseases with golden needles in the world. It can even bring miraculous effects of bringing the dead back to life and stimulating the potential of patients. But what does the art of golden needle have to do with alchemy? What made him even more annoyed was that he had already read the book countless times with Dr. Mo and could even recite it backwards and forwards. This is obviously a secular medical book, so why does it appear here so openly?

A series of questions appeared in Han Li's mind, making him frown and puzzled. But when his eyes fell on the remaining books on the bookshelf, an even worse premonition enveloped his mind.

Han Li flipped through all the remaining old books one by one. Every time a book was flipped through, the gloomy look on Han Li's face became a little darker. After looking through all the books on the other bookshelf, the look on Han Li's face was already the same as before the storm. Totally black.

None of these twenty or so books is a book on alchemy, either a secret technique to cure diseases and save lives, or a folk remedy for strange and complicated diseases. The most bizarre thing is that there is also a book written by a poison master, all of which are used in the secular world.

"One hour is up. If you keep reading, you will need to add more spirit stones!" Suddenly, Mr. Xu shouted from downstairs.

When Han Li heard this, he was a little speechless. It was just a pile of rubbish books, but he still wanted to collect spiritual stones? However, when his eyes turned to the items on the table, he still took out another spiritual stone from his body with luck, and went down the stairs.

"I received the spirit stone, little friend, please continue reading, I won't disturb you anymore!" Mr. Xu from downstairs said with a smile.

Han Li ignored the old man because he knew very well that for the other party who made no secret of his desire, it was not important whether he was respectful to him or not. What was important was that he could take out the spirit stones and continue to bring him benefits.

However, Han Li had no intention of throwing another spiritual stone away, so this time he looked through the bamboo slips on the table much faster than before. He only read the general content and no longer read in detail sentence by sentence.

Under the soft white light of a huge moonstone on the roof, Han Li's expression changed from happy to sad, and uncertain as several bundles of bamboo slips were turned. After finishing all the bamboo slips, Han Li put the pile of bamboo slips back to their original places and sighed softly.

This time, what was recorded on these bamboo slips were actually the formulas of several elixirs and some tips on dispensing them. But it is a pity that judging from the ingredients of these elixirs, these are all elixirs with similar effects to Han Li's "Huanglong Dan" and "Golden Marrow Pills". They are not effective for Han Li, who has reached the eleventh level of Changchun Gong. Said, there is no more use at all.

In this way, Han Li's only hope rested on those two fist-sized jade tubes, hoping that the things recorded inside would not let him return empty-handed.

(Book friends, if you find it interesting, please don’t forget to collect this book)