The Path to Immortality

Oh no, I didn't expect this person to succeed in building a foundation!

The old monk was a little annoyed and immediately prepared to apologize and make amends.

"Congratulations to Master Fang for achieving the great path of building a foundation. From now on, there is hope for immortality. This is my gift..."

Trembling, the old monk took out a bag of spirit stones that he had prepared in advance from his storage bag.

But the person in front of him did not move for a long time.

When the old monk raised his head with courage, he found that Master Fang, who had successfully built a foundation and was in high spirits, had no eyes for him at all.

Who would care about an old man who had a short life span and could only wait for death on the cliff?

The other party just walked out of the passage without looking back, and habitually made a gesture of throwing a flying sword. But then, he smiled and shook his head, and the purple-red magic power condensed into a light of escape, which suddenly soared into the air and rose into the blue sky.

The long wind blew, and the young monk Fang let out a long howl, his clothes fluttering, his bearing high and proud, with an indescribable elegance and unrestrainedness.

Until his figure disappeared into the sky, he vaguely left behind a Taoist song.

The old monk listened attentively and barely heard a few words.

It was:

I first obtained the immortal method to ascend to the immortal road,

I first came to the Qigong Dao after practicing.

After decades of seeking the Tao,

I finally built the immortal foundation.

………

Watching Fang Ping ride away in the wind, the old man's uneasy heart calmed down a little.

If nothing unexpected happened, this new uncle who built the foundation should not blame him.

He held the bag of spirit stones in his hand, his face seemed to be smiling and crying.

There was the joy of keeping the spirit stones, but then it was replaced by deep disappointment.

"Build the foundation, build the foundation!"

He once had a chance.

But he had seen many fellow disciples who failed to break through and died, so he didn't dare to take that step in the end.

However, at this age, it is too late to regret!

I can only feel sad.

If I could do it again!

If I could do it again...

The old man touched the gray hair on his temples, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

………

Half a cup of tea later.

A beam of light descended from the sky and landed on the square outside the sect's main hall.

"Hello, uncle master!"

Several disciples guarding here felt the power of the foundation building of the visitor, and they all saluted and greeted him.

Fang Ping didn't know three of them.

But Fang Ping looked very familiar with the other one. It was Yin Buer, who had entrusted him to refine the [Hui Zeng Dan] and was also a cultivator from Yunyang Peak.

"No need to be polite."

Fang Ping didn't deliberately show off in front of a fellow Taoist who had some friendship with him. He responded calmly, and walked straight to the main hall without stopping.

Why did this voice sound familiar?

Yin Buer, who bowed his head, shuddered slightly and stood up in disbelief.

"Fang... Fang Ping?"

Is it really you?

For a moment, Yin Buer thought he was dazzled.

But no matter how he confirmed it, he had to admit that this uncle who built the foundation with a strong and deep aura and an overly young appearance was Fang Ping, who was said to have a very ordinary spiritual root!

Isn't this person close to the sixtieth year?

It is said that at the beginning of the year, he was still practicing hard in seclusion to strive for the perfection of Qi training.

How could he suddenly succeed in building the foundation in just half a year?

For a moment, Yin Buer really couldn't imagine how the other party did it.

His loss of composure was so obvious that the three disciples who were on duty at the late stage of Qi training next to him could easily see it.

"Second Brother Yin, what's wrong with you? You look a little distracted."

"Do you know the previous foundation-building cultivator?"

"Brother Yin is indeed a hidden talent! I didn't expect you to have such connections. Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Several disciples looked at Yin Buer, then at the back of the departing foundation-building uncle, and couldn't help but talk to each other.

But Yin Buer just shook his head in despair and didn't say anything for a long time.

He just kept repeating in his heart: "How is it possible? How is it possible!? His spiritual roots are obviously not as good as mine..."

………

Stopped in front of the sect's main hall.

"The new foundation-building cultivator Fang Ping comes to pay homage to the sect master."

Fang Ping said loudly, and his voice was transmitted into the hall with the blessing of mana.

This was not his first time here, but for the first time he was no longer cautious as before, and was replaced by calmness.

This change in mentality came from the difference in realm and strength!

In the past, he was just a Qi training disciple, who needed to rely on others and obey the orders of the foundation-building uncles in the hall, so he naturally did not dare to overstep the boundaries.

But after today's breakthrough, he is also a foundation-building person, with the strength to initially control his own destiny, and naturally has the qualifications to talk to the monks in the hall on an equal footing.

Isn't it natural for such a change to happen?

After a short wait.

A steady voice came from the hall.

After getting permission from the sect master Jiang Wendao, Fang Ping walked into the hall.

In a secluded corner on one side of the hall, in front of an elegant desk.

Jiang Wendao was holding a map of Liang, Yue, Chen and other countries, looking at something silently.

Until Fang Ping came in, he put down the map, looked at Fang Ping intently, and quickly thought about the identity and origin of this strange junior brother in his heart.

The title of junior brother here is not wrong.

Although Jiang Wendao is in the fake elixir realm and has a lifespan of 500 years like a real golden elixir cultivator, and possesses combat power comparable to a cultivator who has just entered the golden elixir realm, fake is still fake after all.

In some medium-sized sects, or some cultivator families with insufficient foundation, fake dan cultivators may be regarded as real Jindan ancestors.

However, Luoyang Sect is one of the five major sects in Liang State, a time-honored Jindan sect with a history of more than 2,000 years, and its founder is a genuine Yuanying Zhenren.

In such a large sect, fake dan is just a failed product of the impact on the Jindan realm, so it has the same seniority as the foundation-building cultivator.

The only difference is that the fake dan cultivator is treated better.

For this reason, even though Jiang Wendao's strength far exceeds Fang Ping, and even far exceeds any foundation-building cultivator in the sect, he can only regard himself as a senior brother.

While Jiang Wendao was recalling Fang Ping's identity, Fang Ping was also secretly sizing up the sect master.

Although it was not the first time he had seen him, it was the first time he had been alone at such a close distance.

After being promoted to the foundation-building stage and with an extremely powerful spiritual sense, Fang Ping felt the strength of the sect master for the first time.

Even if it was just a little bit of aura that was inadvertently emitted, it was as majestic and powerful as the Golden Core Ancestor, which made people feel awe.

However, the awe was only for this strength and his status as the sect master, and had nothing to do with Jiang Wendao himself.

Although Fang Ping had just entered the foundation building stage, he had a very strong foundation, and he had achieved a perfect foundation, so he still had the possibility of achieving the Golden Core.

However, the moment this sect master achieved the false elixir nearly a hundred years ago, there was no room for improvement, and he would never be able to step into the real Golden Core realm.

A cultivator whose future was cut off and whose strength would never improve, even if he was several small realms higher at the moment, was only temporarily strong.

Fang Ping was confident that he would surpass the other party one day.