The Path to Becoming Immortal

Because of this, it did save Shen Qingyao a lot of trouble in the future.

Now that they have the conditions, of course, the two will no longer take the precious fasting pills. A sumptuous dinner was prepared in a short while. In fact, in ordinary life, the expenses are not large, and the hundreds of gold are enough for a long time.

"Ning Ping, what did you do after you went out yesterday?" Shen Qingyao asked casually during the meal.

"I went out of the city." Ning Ping stopped at the point and didn't want the other party to worry.

"Your cultivation is low now, and there is still a big risk outside the city. You have to be careful. I have also found a job to do, otherwise you can practice well at home first." Shen Qingyao also expressed her concerns.

"Don't worry, you can't never go out of the city in the future! It's not as scary as you say, I know it in my heart. By the way, what did you do today, sister?" Ning Ping quickly brought the topic to her.

"As for me, I found a job sorting spiritual medicines. I was born with good soul power before, and I have been doing this in Chunhui Valley." Shen Qingyao looked at Ning Ping deeply, but she still had inexplicable confidence in Ning Ping, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"That's good, let's do it first." After all, there was no problem with safety in the city, and Ning Ping didn't need to be distracted.

After eating, they talked for a while, and then they went to practice separately. In the past few days, they didn't have the opportunity to go out of their souls to stroll around. Today, Ning Ping even postponed the refining of soul power and came out of his soul.

After several devourings, the range of soul activities has greatly increased, reaching about three miles, and it is estimated that it can almost reach the central square.

Ning Ping controlled the soul body to fly to the air, overlooking the brilliant lights in the city, a rare pure land in the world of cultivation.

First, he wandered southwards, and soon he found a bustling night market. The whole street was occupied by stalls of all sizes, selling all kinds of strange things, including elixirs, talismans, weapons, monster corpses, and skills.

However, when Ning Ping carefully sensed some of the elixirs on sale, he was amused. Some of the medicinal strengths were so low that they were unbearable to look at, and some were simply fakes. It seemed that this was the flea market in the rumors. Buying things in such a place depends entirely on your own eyesight. If you have time, you can really come and take a look.

Ning Ping had no intention of peeking into other people's rooms, but just occasionally taking a look when passing by. However, most of the people living in this area are cultivators, many of whom are practicing, enjoying themselves, or killing.

For example, in the scene before us, a cultivator with murderous aura was waving a whip in his hand, lashing out at the opponent, ignoring the opponent's screams, and his expression was full of endless excitement... (Use your imagination, no details.)

Many cultivators usually roll between life and death, and after completely relaxing, they will also look for various stimulations to release their own pressure.

For example, I saw two people who seemed to be companions, one of them suddenly drew out the long sword in his hand, raised his hand and cut off the head that was facing away from him at the moment.

All the way, Ning Ping looked at the bright lights again. It seems that behind this endless light, there are also various kinds of darkness.

In addition, many houses have noticed the warning ban that existed in Yang Qizheng's alchemy room before, which made Ning Ping more careful, and he also secretly thought about having one in his own courtyard in the future.

Wandering all the way, Ning Ping's goal this time is the city lord's mansion, wanting to see what the owner of Guangming City looks like.

At this time, he could feel that he was almost reaching the end of the soul's range of activity. Suddenly, an astonishing soul fluctuation came from a loft next to the City Lord's Mansion. Ning Ping, who had never seen such fluctuations, was very curious and approached.

When he came to the loft, he saw a man with a fairy-like appearance sitting in the middle of the empty loft. His slightly square face was solemn and murderous. Even when he was practicing with his eyes closed, he exuded a suffocating breath from time to time. Needless to say, his hands must be covered with blood, and the Yuanli fluctuations on his body were as deep as the sea.

"Which Taoist friend is visiting late at night! Why don't you show up and see me?"

What Ning Ping didn't expect was that suddenly the square-faced monk opened his eyes like lightning, and his narrow eyes looked directly in the direction of Ning Ping's soul body.

Ning Ping was horrified, and his soul body instantly returned to his body with a thought. Even so, his heart was beating fast at this moment. He didn't expect that the soul body that he thought others would not notice was actually exposed as soon as he approached.

At this moment, the square-faced monk was floating in the air against the wind, looking around, but he didn't find anything.

"Hey~ I just sensed a weak soul fluctuation, did I see it wrong?" Then a powerful consciousness swept around.

Ning Ping was still uneasy at this moment, and suddenly a slightly cold breath swept over here, and it was slightly sensed above the courtyard, and then quickly left.

Ning Ping's heart moved, and he didn't expect that this high-level monk would be so obedient and didn't directly explore in. It seems that he understood it vaguely after thinking about it.

His heart moved slightly, judging from the slightly familiar feeling in the breath, it was the consciousness released by the square-faced monk he had just peeped at, but he probably didn't realize it was him, and then he continued to pretend to practice seriously.

Not long after, a short and fat monk with a strong breath appeared next to the square-faced monk, and his round face always had a sincere smile.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, what's wrong?"

"Fellow Daoist Tong, why are you here too? I felt someone was spying on me just now, but now I can't find him. Strange!" The square-faced monk whom he called Fellow Daoist Tu was puzzled.

"Oh? He was able to get away safely after being spied on. This person is quite interesting!"

"Hmph, he must be just a scoundrel. Well, Fellow Daoist Tong, please go back. I should continue to practice."

After saying that, the two figures disappeared in mid-air.

After being frightened by this, Ning Ping certainly didn't dare to get close to that place, but then he understood in his heart.

There were guards patrolling the streets from time to time. It seemed that this was not an accident. This was the real protective force of this city. It was the existence of such powerful high-level monks that guaranteed the safety of Guangming City, and other people with bad intentions did not dare to act rashly.

It was for this reason that the divine sense did not rashly explore his residence just now, and abided by certain rules. Of course, this could be regarded as the foundation of Guangming City.

There are also those hidden darknesses. It seems that as long as they don’t challenge the majesty of the City Lord’s Mansion openly, they won’t pay too much attention.

‘It seems that I should be more careful in the future! ’ So far, Ning Ping didn’t dare to easily leave his soul and wander around outside.

He also understood that it was not that he could not be discovered by others, but that the previous people’s cultivation was not enough.