The Path to Becoming Immortal

Unexpectedly, Ningping was happy too early. After the Thousand Spirit Grass was refined, the terrifying spiritual energy became violent, expanding in all directions from time to time, trying to break through the circular barrier built by Ningping's Yuanli.

This was also the time period that Ning Ping was most worried about. Lu Xuan was attacked from behind at about this time last time. Fortunately, Yang Qizheng was still by his side at this moment.

"Be united with your mind, hold on!" While Ning Ping was struggling to support, Yang Qizheng on the side shouted softly.

Just like that, just when Ning Ping felt that his energy was about to be exhausted, the spiritual energy finally began to condense into a medicinal solution.

"Huh..." After pulling out the medicinal liquid, Ning Ping immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, with a look of joy on his face.

But at this moment, I was fortunate that I was not attacked by the opponent today.

Yang Qizheng looked at the newly refined medicinal liquid carefully and nodded slightly.

"The purity is slightly lacking, but the fact that you can achieve this level is already very good. It is no exaggeration to say that it is better than what my teacher has to do at this time."

Ning Ping couldn't say a word at this moment and could only listen to Yang Qizheng continue to speak.

"I believe you have noticed during this period that alchemy not only requires Yuan Power, but also the power of the soul. If the soul power is strong, the control will be more precise and you can make full use of every bit of Yuan Power. So you are now cultivating It’s not high, but it can still be refined.”

Ning Ping asked calmly after hearing this: "Then how do you know whether the soul's power is strong or weak?"

"The power of the soul is hidden in the body. Others can only faintly sense it, and judge it from your precise control when you usually make alchemy." At this moment, Yang Qizheng was also very happy and did not think too much about Ning Ping's question.

"It's too early for you to understand this now. You should improve your cultivation first. You can go back and restore your energy first."

After Yang Qizheng finished speaking, he waved his hand and even threw a portion of Yiqi Powder to Ning Ping.

Ning Ping took the Yiqi Powder, resigned, and dragged his exhausted body out of the alchemy room. As soon as he walked out of the alchemy room, there was a faint wave of fluctuations behind him, which was the chaotic breath of the soul coming from Yang Qizheng's body.

Yang Qizheng's face suddenly turned pale, and his body swayed slightly for a few breaths before he recovered.

Looking at the newly refined medicinal liquid, he turned to look at Ning Ping's leaving figure and murmured: "This kid is really a good material for making alchemy!"

After a while, he returned to the dormitory and threw himself on the bed, staring blankly at the roof.

Why didn't he take action today? How long will he have to endure it? Are there any other situations? Also, the abnormality of the soul in his body seems to have advanced a few days.

Today is really exhausting mentally and physically, but it’s okay to be physically tired, mainly because I’m mentally tired. The past few hours had been like walking on a tightrope, with an abyss just below.

Ning Ping thought about it but couldn't figure out why. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until midnight and started practicing.

The next day, Ning Ping recovered and felt that the energy flowing in his body had actually increased a lot.

When I came to the alchemy room, I found that Yang Qizheng had arrived early. Looking at his calm expression, I felt dazed again.

"Today your task is to refine all these elixirs." Yang Qizheng laid out today's task.

Ning Ping agreed and immediately started to take action.

"When you control it, focus..."

"The elixir sank too much, and you can see the spiritual energy overflowing..."

"Why are you holding it up? Didn't you see that the temperature has dropped?..."

Yang Qizheng gave advice from time to time, constantly correcting Ningping's refining techniques and timing.

At a certain moment, Ning Ping even had the illusion that Yang Qizheng really treated him as a disciple.

The result seemed to really prove Ning Ping's idea, and Yang Qizheng's demands on Ning Ping became even stricter.

In the following days, basically as long as Ning Ping had Yuan Power, he was refining elixirs, and Yang Qizheng was giving guidance.

As a result, Ning Ping's alchemy techniques became more and more proficient, and the purity of the refined medicine gradually became closer to that of Yang Qizheng.

And I also found that every time I consumed the energy in my body, when I recovered again, the effect was much better than during normal practice.

Coupled with the blessing of taking Yiqi Powder, my cultivation has improved rapidly in the past three months, and I have reached the late second level of the Qi Refining Stage, not far from the third level of the Qi Refining Stage.

Gradually, Ning Ping almost forgot the fact that he was in danger, until Hua Wenyao reminded him of another incident.

Tomorrow is the last day of the year. After a busy day, Ning Ping was tired and wanted to go back to the dormitory to recover, but unexpectedly bumped into Hua Wenyao.

"Senior Brother, I heard that you went to Guangming City a few days ago. Look, you let me go again." Seeing Hua Wenyao and Ning Ping, anger suddenly emerged.

I had mentioned to him before that if he took himself with him when he went out, he actually went out this time, and it turned out that he had been gone for several days before he heard anyone mention it.

"Hey~ don't mention it, but I did look for you when I left. You were refining elixirs with Master at that time. You can't blame me for this, and I can't delay my affairs."

Hua Wenyao looked innocent. Since Ningping was getting more and more attention from Yang Qizheng, Hua Wenyao also put down his airs and got along casually.

"I don't care anyway, the fact is that I didn't go out."

"Come on, come and sit here." He didn't know what Hua Wenyao was up to, but he had a rare deep frown on his face.

"Ning Ping, I told you last time that the sect wanted to start a war with another force, but it didn't end in a fight, right?"

As soon as he entered his room, Hua Wenyao started talking nervously.

"Indeed, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Ning Ping suddenly became confused as to why he mentioned this matter again.

"This time I went to Guangming City, in a tavern..."

As Hua Wenyao spoke, he suddenly ran to the door, opened the door, looked around, and then continued.

"In the tavern, I overheard the conversation of some fellow monks. I heard them say that several forces are trying to unite and the target of the attack is my Nanhua Gate."

"Ah, this is true or false, don't just make assumptions again."

"Hey, so, I asked after hearing this, but they also said it was just a rumor they had heard. But I still feel uneasy in my heart." Hua Wenyao shook his head with a sad look on his face.

When Ning Ping heard that he was like this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. This kid was not good at anything else, but his eyesight and his eagerness to study were indeed very impressive. If nothing else, he was hanging around Chunhui Valley. You will know when things are going well.

"Perhaps it is just spreading rumors, but the alchemy refining has never stopped during this period. You see, I have been busy for another whole day today."