An Ordinary Path to Immortality

The two were flying towards the northwest corner of Wangzhou where Tiangong Pavilion was located.

What they saw on the road made them frown.

Although they had heard about it before, the poverty of Wangzhou still disappointed them.

Along the way, they hardly saw any high-grade spiritual veins, and occasionally some low-grade and medium-grade spiritual veins were occupied by some small sects.

After the two deliberately inquired, they learned that the overall strength of these sects was also not strong.

Among the strongest sects, the highest cultivation level was only in the late Jindan period.

As for the various resources and minerals that cultivators rely on for survival, they are even pitiful.

Even the overall spiritual energy concentration of Wangzhou is one level lower than that of Qiyun Mountains.

"This Wangzhou is a bit too poor."

The two people who stopped in a small market discussed in a low voice. Ye Chang was extremely disappointed with the current situation of Wangzhou.

If Wangzhou was just like this, let alone moving Qiyun Sect here, even this trip to Wangzhou would become meaningless.

"Master, don't worry. Maybe there are some secrets in this." Fang Ping advised: "Since we are here, we should take a closer look and learn more."

"From your appearance, do you have any plans?" Ye Chang asked curiously.

In fact, he was just complaining casually.

Since we are here, we must not give up halfway. At least we have to see the ruins of Tianbao Pavilion before making a decision.

"We might as well start with the local sects in Wangzhou and learn about the major events that have occurred in the Wangzhou area since the relocation of Tiangong Pavilion.

Especially the changes in the spiritual energy concentration, resources and other cultivation environments in Wangzhou.

If we can find news about Tiangong Pavilion, it would be the best."

Fang Ping always felt that Wangzhou was too poor. This phenomenon was not normal in the Yuanling Continent where the spiritual energy concentration was generally high.

Not to mention that Tiangong Pavilion was specially relocated here.

So Fang Ping felt that there must be something hidden.

"Do you mean to visit the major sects in Wangzhou one by one and learn about the history of Wangzhou?" Ye Chang understood Fang Ping's meaning in seconds.

"That's right, Master, you go northeast, I go southwest, and we'll meet at Tiangong Pavilion."

"Okay!"

Ye Chang didn't even ask how to communicate with these sects or how to get information, and he accepted Fang Ping's proposal directly.

After all, with his strength, if he appeared outside any sect in Wangzhou, he would need the strongest people in the sect to come and receive him.

If he wanted to know something, he only needed a sentence to look through the classics of the other sect. The cultivators of various sects basically wouldn't offend a strong man like Ye Chang for such a small matter.

In fact, in Ye Chang's view, with his strength, if any sect really dared not to give him face, he had the strength to destroy a sect alone.

After listening to Fang Ping's proposal, he agreed without thinking.

After resting, the two of them didn't have any romantic feelings, and said take care and left.

Due to the poor resources and thin spiritual energy, there are not many sects in Wangzhou, and 70% to 80% of them are just weak foundation-building sects.

In a sect, the highest level of cultivation is only at the foundation-building stage, which shows that there are not many cultivators in such a sect.

Such a sect cannot survive even in the Qiyun Mountains, let alone in the Yuanling Continent.

But Fang Ping must visit these sects.

As for the reason, Fang Ping is also helpless, because some sects look like they are half dead, but their inheritance can even be traced back to before the arrival of Tiangong Pavilion.

Faced with such a situation, Fang Ping can only visit one sect after another with a map in hand.

This process is very time-consuming. If it is a relatively cooperative sect, it is okay. At most, it is a waste of time to find out and read the ancient books of the sect.

If some sects do not cooperate, it will be more troublesome. Fang Ping needs to waste his words and cultivation to reason with the other party.

Half a month passed, and Fang Ping left a small sect again, carrying the ancient books copied from the other sect's Sutra Pavilion and heading to the next sect.

Fang Ping did not gain much from the several sects he visited during this period. Occasionally, he got some information about Tiangong Pavilion, but it was just a few words.

More importantly, after Tiangong Pavilion completely fell into decline, the monks of various sects dug out some treasures from the ruins of Tiangong Pavilion every now and then.

Fang Ping also collected all this information and saved it for later integration and verification of all the information to see if he could find any clues from it.

After visiting two more sects without any gain, Fang Ping set his sights on the next foundation-building sect called Chiyu Mountain.

Fang Ping had great expectations for this small foundation-building sect, because it was a sect that had once been glorious, had produced two Yuanying and many Jindan masters, and had been passed down for tens of thousands of years without being eroded.

Although there are only two foundation-building monks and dozens of Qi-refining disciples left in Chiyu Mountain, it is still alive and well.

Arriving at the gate of Chiyu Mountain, Fang Ping knocked on the gate restriction, and soon two Qi-refining disciples came out from the sect protection formation.

"Chiyu Mountain disciples greet seniors. May I ask what brings this senior to Chiyu Mountain?"

Fang Ping said calmly: "I am from Zhongzhou and come for Tiangong Pavilion. There are some things that need to be inquired from the monks in Wangzhou. Please inform the head of your sect and make it convenient."

Fang Ping said very politely, but he was standing in the air, exuding a faint golden elixir pressure, which was enough to make the people of Chiyu Mountain wary.

"Senior, please wait a moment."

One of them turned around and returned to the sect. Soon, more than 20 monks came hurriedly from Chiyu Mountain and bowed to Fang Ping.

"Chiyu Mountain greets Senior Jindan."

"No need to be polite."

Fang Ping landed, waved his hand and sprinkled a stream of energy to lift several people up.

"Who among you is the head of Chiyu Mountain?"

A white-haired old man stepped out of the crowd and bowed again, saying: "Reporting to the senior, I am Wang Congli, the current head of Chiyu Mountain."

Fang Ping nodded and said: "You should already know the purpose of my visit."

"The junior already knows, please come in and sit for a while."

Fang Ping nodded. The head of Chiyu Mountain is quite sensible, otherwise Fang Ping would have to use some tricks.

Accompanied by the people of Chiyu Mountain, Fang Ping walked into the mountain gate.

The spiritual energy inside Chiyu Mountain is slightly stronger than the outside world, but not much stronger.

From the layout of the mountain gate, you can still vaguely see the former glory of this sect.

It's just that many things in the sect are now dilapidated, and it looks a bit more depressed and less lively.