An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Prince Jinwu noticed the two people flirting with each other and said vigilantly: "What do you want to do? This prince warns you, if you dare to have any bad intentions, this prince will never show mercy."

Luo Yun smiled gently and said: "Dead branches? With the foundation of the Jinwu clan, can't we cultivate the Fusang sacred tree?"

"Ignorance, do you think the Fusang sacred tree is a roadside weed that can be easily cultivated successfully?"

Luo Yun smiled, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

She suggested: "If Your Highness carries a dead branch of Fusang wood with him, why not use this inadequate divine mulberry fire to try to revive the dead branch? If not, it will be useless even if Your Highness brings back the divine mulberry fire."

"I don't trust you. How can you guarantee that you won't take the Fusang wood and run away?"

Fang Ping said disdainfully: "I'm not a black-feathered chicken. What do I need that broken branch for?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. We both sincerely want to make friends with Your Highness. And Your Highness has the Mahayana Feather in his hand. How can we escape?"

Prince Jinwu looked at Luo Yun and Fang Ping's faces. In the end, he chose to believe in his own strength and thought that Fang Ping and the others could not escape at all.

So he took out a piece of withered yellow branch and threw it between him and Fang Ping.

Seeing how casual it was, those who didn't know would think that it was just throwing away a piece of garbage, not the foundation for its entire clan to grow.

What Fang Ping and his friends didn't know was that after countless years of collection, the Jinwu tribe had found a lot of dead branches of Fusang wood, otherwise they wouldn't have let the Jinwu prince carry a piece with him.

The Jinwu prince suddenly calmed down and took the initiative to explain: "In fact, my tribe has also collected some Shenmulberry Fire, but their quality is too low, they haven't fully entered the mature stage, and their foundation is too poor, so they are useless to Fusang wood."

After listening to his explanation, Fang Ping and Luo Yun nodded secretly.

Thinking that although Shenmulberry Fire is rare, it is not unavailable. With the strength of the Jinwu tribe, they will definitely be able to grab it even if they rob it.

There is no reason to touch the Jinwu prince for this Shenmulberry Fire and use the Mahayana Feather.

It turns out that they also have a lot of Shenmulberry Fire, but those Shenmulberry Fires are useless.

This Shenmulberry Fire that Fang Ping took away was formed in the secret realm and can evolve without being disturbed, so it has become the one that the Jinwu tribe has high hopes for.

Fang Ping put away the dead branch and put it together with the Shenmulberry Fire.

As Fang Ping expected, the dead branches were not aroused by the divine mulberry fire, but were ignited and emitted black smoke the moment the two approached.

The face of the Golden Crow Prince suddenly became lost, and he sighed: "It still doesn't work. The vast heavens are so unkind to our Golden Crow clan."

Then it reacted again, and its momentum suddenly changed. It pointed the golden spear at Fang Ping and said sternly:

"It's all your fault. You took the divine mulberry fire without authorization and ruined the rise and fall of our Golden Crow clan. You deserve to die."

As it said that, it was about to kill Fang Ping again.

Fang Ping put the two away casually, and with a thought, he had an ice spear in his hand, and he killed the opponent.

"Little rookie, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The golden spear collided with Fang Ping's ice spear, and with a "bang" sound, the ice spear shattered directly, turning into countless ice cubes and melting quickly.

Then Fang Ping's palm flashed again, and a purple-black lightning bamboo with lightning arc appeared in his palm. At the same time, his body flashed, and the sand on the ground surged, turning into a brown earth and stone armor on Fang Ping's body. There were even faint ice crystals flashing in the earth and stone.

Beside him, breezes flashed, making Fang Ping's body move with the wind, unpredictable.

Several space barriers appeared in front of him, making his figure look a little more illusory, as if he was in another world at this time.

At this time, above Fang Ping's head, the Five Elements Immortal Monument slowly rotated, and a five-colored spiritual light fell to protect Fang Ping in it.

The Golden Crow Prince, who was just about to stab the second shot, suddenly froze.

It looked at Fang Ping in disbelief: "You, you..."

"What do you mean by me? Didn't I tell you that I only used 30% of my strength just now? Didn't I tell you that if you don't use the Great Perfection Feather, I will definitely beat you to tears." Fang Ping raised his lips and asked calmly: "Now you should believe it."

"This is impossible. How old are you? How can you master so much power of rules?"

Fang Ping smiled and said: "Why not?"

The Golden Crow Prince was speechless. The other person had already appeared in front of him alive. How could it be impossible?

It was silent for a moment, then suddenly withdrew its aura, even the golden spear, and said unwillingly:

"Tell me, what are your plans?"

Fang Ping said: "Is that right? The innate deficiency of the Divine Mulberry Fire is a fact. Even if you take it back and want to cultivate it to maturity, it will be difficult. Otherwise, your Jinwu clan must have cultivated a fully mature Divine Mulberry Fire for countless years."

"Yes, you guessed right, but this Divine Mulberry Fire is close to maturity. If it devours other Divine Mulberry Fires in my clan, it is very likely to successfully degenerate into a complete Divine Mulberry Fire."

Fang Ping shook his head: "You are just deceiving yourself. If that were the case, you would have used the Mahayana Feather to kill me long ago. Why would you hesitate? The Mahayana domain is so powerful. Once activated, I have no ability to destroy the Divine Mulberry Fire."

The face of the Golden Crow Prince blushed. Fang Ping actually guessed it right again.

It was because of Fang Ping's guess that it chose the Mahayana Feather between the Divine Mulberry Fire and the Mahayana domain.

"In fact, you also know that the hope of successfully transforming the Divine Mulberry Fire is not great, so you didn't think about taking back the Divine Mulberry Fire at all. You were just venting your resentment because I caused the Divine Mulberry Fire to be congenitally deficient."

Prince Jinwu had a blank expression on his face. He was very uncomfortable with the feeling of being seen through.

So he took the initiative to ask: "What do you want to say?"

"Follow me, I should have a way to help you make up for the congenital deficiency of the Divine Mulberry Fire."

Prince Jinwu retorted coldly: "This is impossible. The strange fire is born, and its grade is determined from the moment it is collected. It is almost impossible to intervene through acquired means. Otherwise, wouldn't the countless years of hard work of my Jinwu clan become a joke?"

"You can't do it, but it doesn't mean I can't do it."

As he said, Fang Ping summoned the Divine Mulberry Fire again, took out the jade bottle and dripped a drop of spiritual liquid on the Divine Mulberry Fire.

As soon as the flame of the Divine Mulberry Fire came into contact with the spiritual liquid, it began to sway violently, and at the same time a puff of green smoke appeared, and the Divine Mulberry Fire returned to normal.

The Golden Crow Prince originally looked at Fang Ping with disdain, but when the spiritual liquid was absorbed by the Divine Mulberry Fire, the Golden Crow Prince keenly discovered that the power of the Divine Mulberry Fire had actually increased slightly.

"Impossible, what kind of spiritual liquid is this, how can it have such power?"

The Golden Crow Prince's heart was filled with huge waves.

The thing that countless ancestors of the Golden Crow Clan had thought of and could not do at all was easily solved by such a drop of unknown spiritual liquid.

It breathed violently, its expression changed from cloudy to bright, and it even imagined in its mind the scene of Fang Ping being searched by the Golden Crow Clan's strongman.