Above the Immortal Cultivation

After leaving Yinluanxuan, Wang Lu returned to the backyard of the Tai family. He sat under the poplar tree and meditated.

Unconsciously, two days passed by in a flash.

In the early morning, the sun with a hint of morning dew came to his face. When the first ray of sunlight diffused over, Wang Lu, who was meditating, opened his eyes. The fatigue and discouragement in his eyes were swept away, and he was full of confidence.

Even if it was not easy to refine the elixir, even if it took his whole life, he was determined to stick to it.

While there was still an hour before the 15th hour of Si, he took out the jade slip about alchemy that Cai Shaodong gave him.

As his spiritual consciousness unfolded, the contents inside came one after another. There were many introductions to elixirs. After Wang Lu read them one by one, half an hour had passed.

"So that's it!"

Wang Lu couldn't help but nod in agreement. This reminded him of the superficial explanations he gave to the disciples of Futang after the sect competition. He didn't expect that he would get a small part of the confirmation in this jade slip of alchemy.

Time is running out, and the underground trade fair held once every five hundred years in the front city is about to begin.

He put away the jade slip, used "Deep Hiding" to make some changes to his appearance, put on a monkey head mask and walked out of the Tai family station.

On the street, pedestrians were like flowing water, bustling and lively.

Wang Lu used his body skills and quickly walked towards the Gospel Hall on Tiannan Street.

In less than an incense stick, the Gospel Hall appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

What made Lu laugh and cry and puzzled was that it turned out to be a small shop specializing in fortune-telling, covering less than half an acre.

A wooden door was half-closed, with a piece of black cloth on the top of the door, and the three ancient seal characters "Gospel Hall" were written in white on the cloth. A couplet was still black cloth and white characters on both sides of the door frame, from left to right It reads: See through, don't say; calculate everything, don't say anything.

If you see through and calculate everything, and don't say anything, how can you help others to exorcise evil and avoid disasters? Isn't this nonsense?

Wang Lu put his hand on his chin and smiled at the interesting couplet. He walked over leisurely and tried to push open the half-open wooden door.

However, just as he pushed, something unexpected happened.

The Golden Palace Order broke free from the storage bag again and came to Wang Lu's head in a flash. A golden light instantly filled him. The wooden door opened without being pushed. Wang Lu's eyes suddenly became dark. In less than a third of a breath, he was teleported to a bright and huge circular hall.

In the middle of the hall, there was a circular platform half a meter high and three meters in diameter. On the platform was a fiery red square stone table. What surprised Wang Lu was that the stone table was made of a relatively rare fire fluorite. This stone was a high-grade spiritual material for forging earth-type top-grade magic weapons. Unexpectedly, it was used to make a simple stone table.

Yinluanxuan is really rich!

Around the round platform, from the inside to the outside, there were circles of rattan chairs woven with unknown materials, three meters apart. At this time, there were already more than thirty people sitting on hundreds of rattan chairs.

Some people half-closed their eyes and leaned comfortably on the rattan chairs, some sat upright and wondered what they were thinking, some looked around or stood beside the rattan chairs with one hand...

More than thirty people hid their true faces, wearing various masks, cloaks, and veils, but no one hid their cultivation.

Wang Lu secretly observed roughly. Among the more than thirty people, there were six people he could not see through at all. Needless to say, these people must be strong people in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul or above. Nine of them had a deep aura and were also Nascent Soul cultivators who could not be provoked at the moment. The rest, the lowest cultivation was the late stage of the middle stage of the Golden Core, and only he was in the early stage of the middle stage of the Golden Core, which was the lowest now.

Wang Lu thought to himself that with just the thirty or so people present, they could completely open a sect, and their strength was enough to crush the general medium-sized sect.

He knew his advantage. "Deep Concealment" could block the detection of others, but he still had no way to hide in front of the powerful Yuanying mid-stage strongman with strong spiritual sense. Just in case, he still wore a monkey head mask that could block spiritual sense detection.

He also understood that in the eyes of some cultivators who practiced magical pupil techniques, he was still doomed, but such cultivators were one in ten thousand and pitifully rare.

Wang Lu's arrival did not cause much reaction from them. Most of them just used spiritual sense or eyes to sense a small and powerful Jindan mid-stage cultivator, which was not worth paying attention to.

However, one of the cultivators wearing a bull head mask smiled slightly when he saw Wang Lu coming.

His faint smile did not attract anyone's attention, including Wang Lu.

Wang Lu randomly chose a seat at the back and leaned back on the rattan chair with a relaxed mind.

Hey, it's still very comfortable, he couldn't help but admire it.

In fact, what he didn't know, and everyone present didn't know, was that the green strips as thick as a little finger used to weave the rattan chair were the silk spit out by the very rare Qingyan Lingsilkworm, which has the fine blood of Tianyin Silkworm, one of the ten great insects.

This silk is extremely tough, and it is not only extremely soft, but also the best main material for refining wood-related extremely soft magic weapons. However, we can't blame the people present for being short-sighted, because the Qingyan Lingsilkworm, which has long been extinct in the records, is only owned by Yinluanxuan.

Not long after, the moment of Sishi arrived.

During this period, four more cultivators came one after another, one of whom was a Yuanying early master, and the other three were all Jindan late cultivation.

However, what confused Wang Lu was that one of the Jindan late cultivators wearing a tiger head mask made him smell a hint of danger.

When this person felt that someone noticed him, he looked around but didn't find anything unusual. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, is it an illusion?

It's too dangerous, there are too many hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

When the tiger-headed monk reacted, Wang Lu suddenly retracted all his eyes and consciousness. This person's sense of smell was too sensitive and he was a very difficult strong man.

After Wang Lu came in, the monk with the ox-headed mask quietly left a faint and invisible consciousness not far from him.

Wang Lu and the tiger-headed monk's sudden and agile confrontation were completely seen by him. What puzzled him was that the tiger-headed monk did not do anything strange, but Wang Lu, who was wearing a monkey-headed mask, was so cautious.

It seems that the great talisman master is different from ordinary people.

He was the ox-headed monk who traded blood escape talismans and Taiyuan collapse mountain talismans with Wang Lu five years ago.

Although he was still wearing a bull-head mask, Wang Lu seemed to ignore him. Was it because there were too many bull-head masks in the world of immortal cultivation that he didn't notice him, or was it because this person had cultivated a profound magical power?

Wang Lu didn't know, and he never paid attention to it.

At the moment of Si Shi, a white-haired and long-bearded cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul appeared on the round high platform in the hall, which made Wang Lu feel frightened and looked up to.

"Haha, welcome everyone to the Qiancheng Underground Trade Fair that takes place once every 500 years. I am Yun Tiange from Lingyun Sect!" Yun Tiange laughed.