An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping's Dantian was still shriveled and his spiritual roots were dim. Even if there was a Rejuvenation Pill to provide spiritual energy, it would be a drop in the bucket for Fang Ping and would not help.

The seven spiritual roots are like seven children waiting to be fed. The spiritual energy transformed by the two Qi Restoration Pills is quickly absorbed by the spiritual roots.

The result was that his spiritual roots only glowed with a subtle glimmer of vitality, without any major changes at all.

They didn't even leave a trace of extra spiritual energy for Fang Ping to heal his injuries.

Fortunately, Fang Ping has been taking the spiritual liquid for a long time and has been baptized by the thunder mist. Normally, these medicinal effects are hidden in his body and nowhere to be found. Now that his body is seriously injured, these medicinal effects appear on their own to help him slowly recover his meridians and blood vessels. Physical injuries.

Not long after, the short-bearded middle-aged man came back, and a monk with a slightly older appearance came back with him.

"Executive officers, please look at this person. We picked him up from the sea a few days ago. According to him, he had the third level of Qi refining before he was injured."

The short-bearded middle-aged man's tone was respectful and even a bit flattering.

Because the senior executive is a foundation-building monk.

Although it only has one level of foundation building, it is still a real foundation building powerhouse.

"We have asked just now. He is a casual cultivator. He will soon be able to recover to the first level of Qi refining. It is just right to bring him to mine..." The black-faced cultivator couldn't wait to sell Fang Ping. .

Fang Ping only felt a weak spiritual consciousness sweeping over his body, as if checking his injuries.

Before the other party could speak, the executive said: "Yes, I want the person!"

The black-faced monk suppressed his joy: "The senior management has a sharp eye and can tell at a glance that this boy is a good material for mining..."

The senior executive didn't listen to what he continued. He threw a storage bag on the table and left with a flying sword. After he left, his voice appeared: "Heizi, send him over here!"

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away."

Heizi picked up the storage bag on the table and took a look at it, then handed the storage bag to the short-bearded middle-aged man and said excitedly: "Hahaha, fortunately I didn't throw this guy away."

As he spoke, he carried Fang Ping and walked out.

"Senior, where are you taking me?" Fang Ping pretended to be frightened.

Heizi said: "Take you to heal your wounds!"

"No, no, I'm not going to heal my wounds. Please let me go, senior..." Fang Ping's voice was weak and he begged pitifully for mercy.

But Heizi ignored him at all, carrying Fang Ping and running across the island, and soon came to the door of a cave.

Here, two monks who were in the middle stage of Qi Refining were already waiting. One after the other, they carried Fang Ping into the cave and threw him to the ground.

As soon as he entered the cave, Fang Ping sensed the relatively strong spiritual energy in the cave.

Two middle-stage Qi refining monks took out ten low-grade spiritual stones and three bottles of elixirs and threw them in front of Fang Ping.

"These spiritual stones and elixirs should be enough for you to absorb and refine in three days. Remember, you only have three days. After three days, no matter how well you recover, you must enter the mine to mine."

At this point, Fang Ping also knew that it would be useless to try to reason with them if he continued to pretend to be crazy.

He simply pretended to accept his fate and said: "Two fellow Taoists, could you tell me what mine I need to dig?"

Fang Ping accepted the reality so quickly, without shouting in resistance or saying some high-sounding reasons, which surprised the two of them.

"For the sake of your sense, we will tell you in advance so that you can be mentally prepared."

Therefore, with the introduction of the two people, Fang Ping also had a rough understanding of his future destiny.

Fang Ping learned from the two people's mouths that Heizi and the two were senior executives, and that they both came from Bailian Sect, a small weapon refining sect in Yuanling Continent.

This Cishan Island is currently an isolated overseas island that produces Yuanzhi minerals under the control of Bailian Sect.

Because the magnetite mine is valuable and of great importance, and the Bailian Sect wants to mine as much magnetite as possible before the news is leaked, so they are now catching monks from everywhere and sending them here to mine.

It's just that because of the characteristics of magnets that repel spiritual energy, these monks who are captured and come to mine can be imagined to be miserable.

After a brief introduction, the slightly fat monk among the two said: "In three days, I will send you into the mine. You must hand in two magnets every day to have food. If you hand in three magnets, you can eat. Add a small amount of spiritual rice and hand in five spiritual stones, and you will be rewarded with a low-grade spiritual stone.”

Fang Ping asked tentatively: "What if we fail to dig out two magnets?"

Another person sneered: "If you can't dig two magnets, then keep digging. When you have enough, you can rest and eat."

"Is there no spiritual energy in the mine like outside?"

"There is no spiritual energy in the outside world. There are a lot of magnets in the magnet mine. How can there be spiritual energy?"

Fang Ping wanted to ask again, but the other party was already impatient: "Well, time is limited. I advise you to hurry up and heal your injuries. Otherwise, if your injuries are too serious and you cannot mine, you may not be able to mine a magnet for three days." !”

After saying that, the two of them left straight away, Fang Ping crying and laughing, but there was nothing he could do despite being seriously injured.

"If that's the case, let's heal and recover first, and then take action again."

From the introductions made by the two of them just now, Fang Ping knew that there were two architects and more than a dozen monks in the middle and late stages of Qi refining on Cishan Island.

There are about a hundred miners, but the highest level of these miners is only the third level of Qi Refining, and they have been in the mine without spiritual energy for a long time without any supplies.

Under such a huge difference in strength, the miners on the island are naturally at the mercy of others.

Fang Ping is now seriously injured, and there is no spiritual energy here. With only the spiritual stones and pills given to him by the other party, and the thin spiritual energy in the cave, Fang Ping can't even recover from his injuries, let alone recover his strength.

So Fang Ping can almost foresee that he may have a hard time in the next period of time.

Three days passed in a flash. If it were normal, Fang Ping would only need a few breaths to absorb these spiritual stones and pills.

But now it took him three days to refine them all.

Now his Dantian finally has some luster, and a wisp of weak spiritual energy flows in the Dantian, nourishing Fang Ping's spiritual roots, so that Fang Ping's spiritual roots will not be completely exhausted.

As for the source of the spiritual root, the injuries on the body and meridians, Fang Ping has no time to take care of them.

However, after absorbing spiritual energy to heal his wounds for a few days, Fang Ping was able to move freely, although he still couldn't perform magic, couldn't do strenuous exercise, and couldn't fight with others.

But in the words of the monk who took him to the mine, it was just enough for mining.

After all, his situation looked miserable to himself, but to outsiders, it was almost the same as a cultivator who had just become a cultivator.

"Brother Wei, why is there only one person this time? Did something happen to the sect?"

A tall and thin monk with a sinister look at the entrance of the mine glanced at Fang Ping and said.

Brother Wei who brought Fang Ping said: "Brother Zhang, the sect hasn't sent anyone here yet. This guy was picked up by Brother Heizi in the sea and sold to the senior manager."

Brother Zhang had a cruel smile on his face: "So that's it. Since the senior manager bought him with money, then I will order him to at least help the senior manager make money before he dies. We can't let the senior manager lose money, right?"

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