The Path to Immortality

The instinct of survival made Shi Wuling endure the injury and beg for mercy again: "Please spare my life, senior. In addition to the storage bag on my body, I have a lot of wealth in other places. I am willing to give them all in exchange for your mercy... Moreover, the Fourth Prince knows my whereabouts. If you kill me, the Fourth Prince and the Dali Royal Family will never let it go!"

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Fang Ping had a blank expression and was not moved by the other party's words at all.

He had ordered Dahei to find a suitable monster in the lake as the burial place of this old man after flying into the range of Tianshui Lake.

Seeing that Fang Ping was indifferent, Shi Wuling racked his brains to think of words that could move him.

After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and his eyes lit up: "Senior, this trip should be to Tiancan Island to try your luck and find the main material for forming a golden elixir? Speaking of which, I just happen to know the whereabouts of a main material for forming a golden elixir!"

What?

Fang Ping's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at Shi Wuling: "You have no bargaining conditions. Either tell the truth, or I will search your soul... I am running out of patience, I hope you can take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit the old man's soul with a soul-suppressing seal, making the dying old man faint on the spot as if struck by lightning.

After half a cup of tea, he slowly woke up under the effect of a healing pill Fang Ping fed him.

Feeling the tearing pain in his soul, Shi Wuling knew that it was just a slight punishment from the other party. If he still didn't know what was going on, he might really...

As for whether the other party might not be a real golden elixir, and the so-called soul search was just to intimidate him?

He never thought that he could seriously injure himself with one blow!

With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate and told the information he knew.

This incident also happened when the seal of Tiancan Island loosened a hundred years ago.

Several Jindan cultivators from the Dali Dynasty went to Tiancan Island together to explore opportunities.

During the period, although they experienced several dangers, several Jindan ancestors joined forces and survived without any danger.

Just when the seal was loose and there was not much time left, the Jindan cultivators accidentally touched some dangerous restrictions when they explored a side hall for the last time, and were attacked by the remaining restrictions.

Although the remaining restrictions were not enough to cause fatal danger to several Jindan cultivators, the movement caused by breaking the restrictions and breaking through the siege alarmed a large number of corpses and ghosts on Tiancan Island, including monsters in the Jindan realm.

In the end, a Lingfeng ancestor who was targeted by the Jindan realm ghost failed to escape successfully. Together with his storage bag, he was left in the side hall.

According to the Jindan ancestor who escaped, they harvested a main material for forming Jindan during the exploration.

And the main material for forming the golden elixir was just in the storage bag of the Lingfeng Patriarch!

"Lingfeng Patriarch?"

This name was inexplicably familiar, and it quickly reminded Fang Ping of something.

The Zeng family cultivator from the Jindan family who competed with him for the Cold Spider Heavenly Clothes at the Jubaofang auction had an ancestor who was also called Lingfeng Patriarch.

The time was also completely right, and he disappeared inexplicably a hundred years ago.

"I didn't expect that he fell on Tiancan Island!"

The Zeng family wanted to auction the Cold Spider Heavenly Clothes. Could it be that they wanted to rely on the concealment performance of this top-grade spiritual weapon to sneak into Tiancan Island and retrieve the storage bag left by their ancestor?

It must be said that the value of this information is even more amazing than the information Fang Ping got from Zhaoyang Mountain.

However, in that side hall deep in Tiancan Island, even the Lingfeng Patriarch fell, and he, a half-step Jindan, was probably in the same danger.

But no matter what, this news still gave him another choice.

After entering Tiancan Island, he can completely decide which of the two main materials for forming a golden elixir to choose according to the situation.

After knocking out Shi Wuling, who still had a glimmer of hope, and suppressing him with his magic power, Fang Ping casually cracked Shi Wuling's storage bag while riding on Dahei and continued to rush to Tiancan Island.

In order to avoid being located, he would definitely not move the items in the storage bag lightly. But he still had to find out what was inside.

If there happened to be a main material for forming a golden elixir, then there would be no need to continue going to Tiancan Island.

"As expected of an uncle, he really has a few good things..."

After his spiritual sense penetrated into the storage bag that had erased the mark of magic power and quickly scanned it, Fang Ping could not help but be a little surprised.

In addition to the spiritual tools and skills, the most valuable item was a round frost-white gem that exuded a hint of coldness.

A careful investigation by the divine sense will reveal that it is actually a demon pill of a second-level demon beast, which is made through some complex refining techniques. After being stimulated, the power of the demon pill can be detonated, and the power can burst out, which is comparable to the full-strength attack of a Jindan early stage cultivator.

For ordinary late stage foundation building cultivators, getting this storage bag can definitely be called getting rich overnight.

However, for Fang Ping, the attraction of this storage bag is very limited.

With a body comparable to the Jindan realm and the Dragon Elephant Seal, he can also attack the Jindan level with his own strength, and there is no need to risk leaving such a disposable item.

"Let's feed all of them to the demon beast."

He shook his head, threw the storage bag aside, sat on the back of Dahei, took out the map and information of Tiancan Island obtained from Zhaoyang Mountain, and reviewed the old and learned the new.

………

More than 20 days later.

In the misty Tianshui Lake.

Fang Ping had already put Dahei back into the spirit beast bag, and controlled the escape light, just like an ordinary foundation-building casual cultivator, slowly approaching the gate of Huangquan Sect and the site of the former Tiancan Island.

Thousands of miles away, one can see that the originally clear lake water is gradually turning black, and there is a faint cold breath in the lake.

Because there are still a few days before the seal of Tiancan Island loosens, Fang Ping is not in a hurry to get close, but slowly circles around the periphery, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

As for Shi Wuling, he had already been fed by Fang Ping to a group of foundation-building monsters that he encountered in the lake on the way.

In this way, even if the Jindan ancestor of the Dali royal family really left some hidden tricks on him that Fang Ping did not find, he could only find those foundation-building monsters in the end.

As time passed.

The number of cultivators arriving near Tiancan Island began to increase.

Even Fang Ping, who had been patrolling the periphery, could see the escape light passing through the sky from time to time.

However, the seal of Tiancan Island has not been truly opened yet. Unless there is a deep hatred, even if they encounter each other by chance, the monks often tacitly give way to each other to avoid unnecessary trouble and disputes.

Fang Ping's plan was the same, but he didn't expect that just when he was flying over an uninhabited island, a beam of light flew over from the end of the sky in front of him.

As if noticing Fang Ping's presence, the beam paused slightly, adjusted its direction, and rushed over.