Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Brother Fang Chen, who is this little baby?"

When approaching Ziji Taoist Temple, Dongfang Haojie suddenly remembered the existence of calf dung, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes:

"It can't be your son, right?"

Fairy Tianyin is also very curious.

Fang Jue took a closer look at Xiao Niu Shi's appearance, but couldn't see any resemblance to Fang Chen from his face.

"He is one of my disciples."

Fang Chen smiled.

The three of them took a deep breath, and Dongfang Haojie sighed: "To be valued by you, his qualifications must be excellent."

"Si Xiang's qualifications."

Fang Chen said.

"I just said..."

Dongfang Hao Jie was slightly startled and looked at Calf Shit in confusion. Did he hear it right just now?

Four ring qualifications?

Fang Jue also had a strange look on his face. Such qualifications were considered to be below average even among Daqian.

Fang's standard is that Wuxiang is qualified to practice Fang's unique inheritance. Under Wuxiang, he will only lose an ordinary Qi Refining Technique and let it fend for itself.

Like this Ziji Taoist Academy, no one's qualifications are below Qi Xiang, even Fang Jue has the qualifications of Qi Xiang.

There was a hint of inferiority in Maverick's eyes, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Fang Chen's hand.

Realizing this, Fang Chen smiled lightly and said, "What expressions are you looking at? Who said you can't cultivate immortality under four rings?

Cultivation is all about opportunity, and when the calf shit meets me, it is his opportunity. "

After saying that, Fang Chen looked at Maverick: "Work hard in the future and strive to have the opportunity to build the foundation in the future. Even if you can't build the foundation, it doesn't matter. Qi refining monks can do a lot of things."

Dongfang Haojie looked strange: "Brother Fang Chen, your expectation for your disciples is just to... build the foundation?"

"No one said that as long as you want to cultivate immortality, you must reach the level of the ancestor, right? As long as you can not forget your original intention, Xiao Niu Shi's original intention is to find his mother, and the cultivation of Qi is enough."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

The three of them suddenly felt that Fang Chen's words were inexplicably open-minded, breaking their previous understanding of immortality.

"Don't forget your original intention..."

Fairy Tianyin whispered to herself, with a hint of thinking in her eyes.

At this moment, an old woman came through the air and landed in front of everyone.

The three people from Dongfang Haojie quickly saluted: "I will pay my respects to Elder Yan."

"Brother Fang Chen, this is Elder Yan of our Ziji Taoist Academy and a direct disciple of Master Chongxu."

Eastern Catastrophe message.

Elder Yan looked to be in her seventies or eighties. She looked at Fang Chen for a while, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Your demeanor is indeed very similar to Fang Tingyuan back then."

"Senior, do you recognize our ancestors?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"I met him a few times, but it's a pity that he died young, otherwise he would still be a powerful Nascent Soul today."

Elder Yan smiled and said, "Master ordered me to pick you up. Come with me."

Fang Chen nodded lightly, handed the calf shit to the three people to take care of, and then followed Elder Yan to the depths of Ziji Taoist Temple in front of Zhenren Chongxu's cave.

"Master, we have been brought here."

Elder Yan looked respectful and rushed towards the cave to clasp his fists and bow.

"Just let him come in alone."

The door of the cave opened slowly, and the voice of Master Chongxu sounded.

Elder Yan made a gesture of invitation. When he saw Fang Chen entering the cave and the door being closed, he turned around and left.

Yuanying's cave is much simpler than Fang Chen imagined. There are no fancy decorations, but it has abundant spiritual power. It should be equipped with some kind of spirit gathering formation.

After walking all the way in, Fang Chen came to a medicine field and happened to see Master Chongxu carrying a pot of water and watering the elixir himself.

Fang Chen didn't interrupt and waited quietly for Master Chongxu to finish pouring the water.

After a long time, Master Chongxu put down the kettle and turned to look at Fang Chen with a faint smile on his face:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, it's really beyond my expectation that you are still alive."

"Junior himself is also surprised."

Fang Chen smiled.

"Your blessing is indeed much deeper than that of your ancestors."

Master Chongxu sighed softly and asked lightly: "I came to Ziji Taoist Temple this time not just to reminisce with Fang Jue and the others, right?"

"Junior wants to know about the Soul Slayer Division."

Fang Chen got straight to the point.

"The Soul-Slaying Division..."

Master Chongxu looked at Fang Chen for a few seconds, then nodded gently: "Follow me."

She took Fang Chen to the living room and sat down. She personally brewed a pot of spiritual tea, and then slowly spoke:

"More than ten years ago in Daqian, it was you who came forward to alert the Eastern Catastrophe Blood Spirit Sect's plan. I want to know, where did you get this information?"

"Please forgive me for being rude, junior. These things are unspeakable."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

"Are you worried that I am a Blood Spirit Cult monk?"

Master Chongxu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Fang Chen smiled and said nothing.

After the two sides were silent for a few moments, Master Chongxu nodded slightly, "Okay, I won't ask these questions. Do you want to join the Lingzhan Division?"

"If possible."

Fang Chen nodded: "I have the same purpose as the Spirit Slayer Division, but I can't kill a few Blood Spirit Sect bastards with my own strength.

If like-minded people work together, I think it will be effective. "

“Originally, if you want to join the Soul-Slaying Division, you need to go through some assessments, one is the strength assessment, and the other is the thorough investigation of the background details.

I don't know much about you, but considering that you are a descendant of Fang Tingyuan and have made great achievements in Daqian, you are fully qualified to join the Lingzhan Division.

Over the years, many seniors from the Lingzhan Division have spoken highly of you. You may have the opportunity to meet these seniors in the future. "

Master Chongxu smiled lightly, took out a black ring and threw it to Fang Chen:

"Refined with essence and blood, you will be a member of the Soul-Destroying Division from now on. There is no superiority or inferiority in the Soul-Destroying Division. There is only a cooperative relationship between people, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates.

If I can't easily control you, this ring is not only a symbol of your identity, but also has the effect of a communication talisman, which can sense the members of the Soul-Slaying Division within a radius of thousands of miles.

If they need help, they will summon the surrounding Spirit-Slaying Division monks and decide whether to help or not.

Because no one can guarantee whether the person who asked you to come over was a Soul-Slaying Division monk or a Blood Spirit Cult monk. "

"There is no distinction between superior and inferior within the Soul-Slaying Division?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly: "If there is no distinction between superior and inferior, how can we make this huge power truly operate? When facing the Blood Spirit Sect, we will inevitably suffer a disadvantage."

He has been in the military for many years and is deeply aware of the importance of orders and prohibitions.

Unexpectedly, the structure of the Lingzhan Division was... somewhat fragmented.

"It's a bit of a disadvantage, but it can also avoid a lot of trouble. After a while, you will know the reason.

By the way, except for me, you'd better not let others know that you are a monk from the Soul-Slaying Division. Even if you come to help, you must disguise yourself. "

Master Chongxu smiled lightly and said: "Except for some people who know the truth, no one can tell whether the others are humans or ghosts. This is for your safety."

Fang Chen thought thoughtfully, nodded slightly, and played with the black ring in his hand for a while. He condensed a drop of blood essence and refined it on the spot with his spiritual power.

The moment the refining was completed, the black ring slowly disappeared on Fang Chen's middle finger, as if integrated into flesh and blood.

【Someone new has joined】

【How do you call me】

[I recently have a clue that may be related to a certain warrior of the Blood Spirit Religion. Is there anyone willing to investigate with me?]