Mortal Alchemy

Mu Luofei bit her pink lips gently and told the truth: "Five hundred spirit stones."

Chen Ping nodded. Wasn't that exactly the price of a Youth Preservation Pill?

Chen Ping took out a thousand spirit stones from his storage bag: "Senior Sister Luofei, consider these thousand spirit stones as a loan. When you establish your foundation in the future, return eleven hundred spirit stones, with the extra hundred as interest, how about that?"

Mu Luofei was stunned, and after a long while, she smiled charmingly:

"Okay."

Chen Ping wasn't taking this opportunity to express his love for her.

It was just that others slandered him, defamed him, kicked him when he was down, and held him back, doing everything possible to prevent someone like him from establishing a foundation.

What, was it a sin for people like them to want to establish a foundation? Why?

But Chen Ping refused to accept it.

Mu Luofei had the same firm Dao heart as him. Lending Mu Luofei so many spirit stones was just to resist the vulgarity of this world.

Mu Luofei accepted the thousand spirit stones, sat next to Chen Ping, carefully examined his face, and said with a smile:

"It's so good, Junior Brother. I also want to be someone like you."

"Only you know that I am still me."

She wasn't saying she liked him, but rather, she wanted to become someone like Chen Ping.

Chen Ping heard this, laughed heartily, and the knot in his heart instantly dissipated:

"Senior Sister, have some tea."

Mu Luofei picked up the cup of spiritual tea, her beautiful eyes regaining their former brilliance. She silently finished the cup of tea.

"Junior Brother, I'm leaving." She slowly stood up.

Chen Ping nodded: "Senior Sister, take care."

Mu Luofei walked to the entrance of the training field, stopped and looked back, seeing Chen Ping still sitting there under the eaves. She smiled charmingly and summoned her white jade flying boat.

She came with sorrow and pain, and left with ease and joy.

Chen Ping put down his teacup and continued his dull and peaceful cultivation life.

During this time, Junior Brother Du, Mu Huadie, and Mu Hongluan came to visit him, but Chen Ping refused to meet them, pretending not to be home.

After lending a thousand spirit stones to Mu Luofei, Chen Ping had just over two thousand spirit stones left.

Counting the batch of Body Tempering Pills he still had, even after deducting the daily cultivation consumption, there was no way he could save five thousand spirit stones.

"If Zhou Ying has a channel for second-order sword weapons, I'll have to sell that second-order magic weapon, or purchase a second-order Restriction Breaking Talisman to break open Ji Changsheng's space ring..."

But second-order Restriction Breaking Talismans were extremely precious. Chen Ping had no channel to purchase them, and even Zhou Ying might not be able to help.

"Moreover, it would be a bit dangerous to specifically ask Zhou Ying to purchase a Restriction Breaking Talisman."

Chen Ping's eyes flickered, and he took a deep breath.

In a flash, two months passed.

This time, Chen Ping's estimated time was finally correct.

"Thirty years old..."

"Peak of the fourteenth level of Qi Refining, peak of first-order body cultivator."

Chen Ping sat cross-legged in the medicinal bath, feeling that his physical body had touched the critical point of mortal shedding.

That was a huge bottleneck, like a chasm, blocking Chen Ping's path.

The huge bottleneck made Chen Ping's heart a little heavy:

"It seems that I can only enter the fifteenth level of Qi Refining first, and then find a way to step into the second-order body cultivator... and finally plan to establish my foundation."

This feeling of walking on thin ice made him afraid to act recklessly.

First, plan for the resources to step into the second-order body cultivator.

Chen Ping tried to use spiritual power to impact the bottleneck of the fifteenth level of Qi Refining, and the feedback he received made him feel relieved.

"Within two or three months, I should be able to enter the fifteenth level of Qi Refining."

The bottleneck of the fifteenth level of Qi Refining was not as difficult as he had imagined.

"However, the time has come, and it's almost time to go out and find the Heavenly Spirit Fruit."

Chen Ping got up from the medicinal bath, put on his Daoist robe, left the training field, and went to attend Xu Fengshan's farewell banquet.

Seventy-five-year-old Xu Fengshan was already thin and skeletal, with a full head of white hair, and a pair of old and turbid eyes.

Decades ago, he was also full of vigor.

The farewell banquet was held in a restaurant in Baisha Fang City.

Not many people came.

The old man had called everyone he knew.

All the dozens of alchemist disciples from the Pill Hall came, there were forty or fifty people here, and also Xu Fengshan's grandson.

He was also in his early twenties.

Chen Ping gave five spirit stones as a gift.

Xu Fengshan drank some wine, sighed with emotion, and burst into tears:

"Cultivating immortality all my life, in the end, it's all in vain."

"Grandson, you must establish your foundation, don't waste your grandfather and your father's lifelong efforts."

"I can't do it anymore."

If it weren't for his grandson, he wouldn't have been willing to spend the money to hold a farewell banquet, because he had accumulated decades of connections. If he wanted to pass them on to his grandson and make them work for his immortal path, this farewell banquet was indispensable.

The old man had saved up decades of resources and used them all on his grandson.

Chen Ping calculated the number of spirit stones and felt that if his grandson didn't have great luck, establishing his foundation would be more difficult than ascending to heaven.

At the end of the banquet, Xu Fengshan grabbed Chen Ping's wrist and said, "Junior Brother Chen, I sincerely hope that you can establish your foundation. I don't know if I can see you establish your foundation in my remaining days."

Are the words of a dying man kind? Or was it that if Chen Ping couldn't establish his foundation, then his grandson would have even less chance of establishing his foundation?

If that was the case, then his and his son's lifelong efforts would be in vain. Thinking like this, he felt that he would not die in peace.

Chen Ping said with a smile:

"Senior Brother Xu, you should stay at home and take care of your health. If I establish my foundation one day, I will definitely invite you to drink."

Xu Fengshan said with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely take good care of my body. Junior Brother Chen, about Junior Brother Du's matter..."

Chen Ping withdrew his hand and said lightly:

"Senior Brother Xu, please don't mention this matter again."

Xu Fengshan's eyes dimmed, and he sighed, disappointed:

"Junior Brother Du became a little complacent after marrying Junior Sister Hongluan, and he will bring disaster sooner or later."

Chen Ping chuckled: "Senior Brother Xu, this matter has nothing to do with us."

"So be it." Xu Fengshan fell into a deep sleep with the help of alcohol. In sixty years, he had never slept so soundly.

Chen Ping also sighed with emotion.

Xu Fengshan's grandson took him down and also met Chen Ping.

Xu Fengshan's farewell banquet ended, and it was time for Chen Ping to set off again.

He first came to Wanbao Pavilion to find Zhou Ying to make a deal.

All the Body Tempering Pills refined over the past year were sold to Zhou Ying, and Chen Ping received 4,224 spirit stones.

In this way, his wallet balance terrifyingly exceeded six thousand.

But Chen Ping had to spend this money immediately.

First, he bought a thousand spirit stones worth of pills for daily consumption, as well as spiritual rice and spiritual beast meat.

Then, Zhou Ying sold several second-order talismans to Chen Ping, which cost him another eight hundred spirit stones.

Zhou Ying said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, the matter of the second-order sword weapon is unsuccessful, I'm sorry."

Chen Ping said with a smile:

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if I can't buy it."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, I'm asking around for my senior brother, do you know where I can buy a second-order Restriction Breaking Talisman?"

Zhou Ying said: "Second-order materials are more strictly controlled. Fellow Daoist Chen may want to try your luck at the black market auction."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, if you want a second-order demon core, you must return within two years of this trip."

"And you have to prepare enough spirit stones."

Chen Ping nodded: "That's right."

Zhou Ying dared to say this, which meant that the matter of the second-order demon core might really have some clues.

Chen Ping's heart couldn't help but burn with passion. Next, it would depend on whether his search for the Heavenly Spirit Fruit was smooth.