Drunk Immortal Gourd

With this Immaculate Spring, you can cleanse your spirit body into an Immaculate Spirit Body, make up for this shortcoming, and there will be no worries in cultivation from now on. Thinking of this, Qingyang suddenly understood that this Immaculate Spring should be the reward for himself after passing the sixth level of the Duckweed Illusion. At this time, he has not yet entered the seventh level.

Qingyang is the second person to pass the sixth level. Chi Ping Zhenjun passed it earlier than him. I don’t know what the reward is. Immaculate Spring is extremely rare. There should not be a second one in the Duckweed Illusion. The reward from Chi Ping Zhenjun is probably not Immaculate Spring, but it should be better than Immaculate Spring.

After a while of random thoughts, Qingyang no longer hesitated, took off his clothes and jumped into the pool. Soon a coolness swept over his body, just like taking a cold shower on a hot day. Every pore on his body was comfortable, and this coolness did not stop there, but gradually penetrated from Qingyang’s skin into his body, flesh, blood, meridians, and bone marrow, penetrating into every part of Qingyang’s body. He even felt that his soul seemed to become cool at this moment.

As the coolness deepened, Qingyang's body seemed to be undergoing some changes. The dirt hidden deep in his skin and flesh was slowly forced out, some impurities in his blood were slowly transformed, some hidden diseases in his meridians were quietly restored, and the defects in his bone marrow were slowly made up. His whole body was full of spiritual light, even purer than a newborn baby. Even his soul seemed to have been cleansed, and now he seemed extremely clear and comfortable.

Qingyang carefully felt the whole world, which was so comfortable and beautiful, as if it suddenly became more intimate. Unconsciously, Qingyang completely relaxed and fell asleep in this Immaculate Spring without any precautions. This was the first time in hundreds of years.

Fortunately, there was no danger around. This floating duckweed illusion was only for training and improving the monks. Of course, there would be no threats around at this time. Time passed little by little, allowing Qingyang to sleep happily in this pool full of Immaculate Spring water.

It was not until the next morning that Qingyang woke up in the pool. At this time, Qingyang's whole body was refreshing and light from the inside out. He seemed to have been reborn. Whether in the skin, blood, meridians, Dantian, or deep in the bone marrow, there was no trace of dirt and impurities. I am afraid that even a newborn baby is not so clean. Even the Yuanshen is unprecedentedly clear, the true essence flows smoothly, and the efficiency of cultivation has been greatly improved.

His physique has been cleansed into a pure spirit body unconsciously, surpassing most cultivators. In addition, he has unprecedented nine spiritual roots. I am afraid that there will be no one in the world with better qualifications than him. Qingyang felt that if he sat down and tried to break through at this time, he could definitely break through the bottleneck of the transformation of the spirit in one fell swoop, and there would be no stagnation. However, he did not dare to try. First, because there was not enough time. The Thousand Infants Association would end in more than a month at most. Breaking through here would delay the time to venture into the next few levels. Second, the floating duckweed illusion has restrictions on the cultivation of the contestants. Breaking through here is likely to be forced out, so Qingyang just hesitated for a while and gave up the idea.

The Wuqi spring water in the pool, although it still looks like clear water, is no longer as pure as before. It can be clearly felt that there are many tiny impurities and dirt floating in it, which must have been forced out of Qingyang's body. It is said that Wuqi spring water can only be used once. After Qingyang soaked in it, the remaining Wuqi spring water has lost its function and turned into ordinary spring water.

As for the Wuqi spring next to it, it cannot be moved because of the extremely harsh conditions for its formation. Qingyang has benefited from the Duckweed Continent, so he will naturally not do the kind of thing that smashes the pot after eating, and deliberately destroy the Wuqi spring. In less than a hundred years, the pool will be filled with Wuqi spring water again, leaving it to future generations.

Not long after Qingyang walked out of the pool, a light and shadow appeared in front of him, exactly the same as the light and shadow that appeared on the ring after Qingyang defeated five opponents on the sixth floor. Qingyang stepped in and appeared in another place in just a trance.

There is no city or palace here, but a barren mass grave with a few scattered trees. There are graves everywhere, some large and some small. The small ones are only half a person tall and ten feet in radius, and the big ones are like the mausoleums of dukes and marquises, more than ten feet high. No one knows what is buried inside.

Qingyang has no channels in this regard, and no place to inquire about the news. He doesn't know the rules of this level at all, but he understands one thing, the difficulty of this seventh level will definitely not be low, otherwise there would not be so many people blocked at this level in the past Thousand Infants Association, so he must be doubly careful.

Qingyang walked forward all the way, and there was nothing unusual for a long time, until he passed by one of the big graves, and suddenly heard a burst of singing from behind the grave. Qingyang walked over along the sound and saw a sloppy old man leaning on the grave and singing loudly. There was also a huge wine gourd next to the old man, the lid was open, and there was a faint smell of wine. Looking at the old man's appearance, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were hazy. It was obvious that he sang out because he drank happily.

Although this sloppy old man looked very different, his demeanor was extremely similar to Qingyang's mundane master, Taoist Songhe. It couldn't help but evoke some memories in Qingyang and made him feel a little closer. What's more, he was also a wine lover and could smell that the wine in the gourd was definitely not bad.

Although he knew that this person's appearance was a bit strange, Qingyang still walked forward, took a sniff, and then said to the sloppy old man: "There is a saying that a thousand cups of wine are too short for a close friend. How can two people drink together when drinking alone?" Happy? Senior has good wine, can you share a few glasses with me so that I can try it too?"

Hearing Qingyang's voice, the sloppy old man turned his head and squinted his eyes. He suddenly sobered up a lot. He hugged the wine gourd into his arms and said: "I spent countless efforts to brew this wine. Well, not everyone can drink it if they want to. Since you are also a good drinker, if you can pass my test, it’s okay to share a few glasses with you.”

Qingyang didn't expect that he could ask the right person with just one sentence. This level was much more polite than the previous levels, so he continued to ask: "I don't know what the test the senior is talking about is."

The sloppy old man said: "If you want to drink my wine, you must first have strength. I am a monk in the late stage of Transformation. Not everyone is qualified to drink with me. So, I won't make it difficult for you. As long as you can defeat Transformation, Even if I am at the third level of God, I can pass this test.”