An Ordinary Path to Immortality

"This must be Fellow Daoist Chen Huaijing, he is indeed young enough."

"Fellow Daoist Chen is really a god, he has such strength and cultivation at such a young age. It is a great honor to be able to fight side by side with you today."

"Not to mention the eight or nine thunder tribulations, just say that Fellow Daoist Chen broke the four formations of the demon race and resolved the crisis of Woshen Mountain alone, he is the great benefactor of all the cultivators in Woshen Mountain."

"I think Fellow Daoist fought against the golden lion, beat the golden-winged roc, and successfully escaped under the siege of nearly a thousand Yuanying monsters. This is a real capable person."

...

Just after returning to the formation, Fang Ping was surrounded by a group of Jindan Yuanying and Huashen cultivators with different cultivation.

They looked at Fang Ping with different expressions, their eyes full of curiosity, awe and envy.

"You are too polite, fellow Taoists. If you hadn't risked your life to save me, I might not have been able to come back. I should thank you for saving my life."

As soon as Fang Ping finished speaking, the monks around him immediately refused:

"Fellow Taoist Chen, what are you talking about? We can see the specific situation very clearly. Even if we don't go, those evil beasts can't stop you at all."

"Yes, if the ancestor was not afraid that we would hold you back, we would have gone out to help you long ago."

"You are so nice, what do you mean by holding back? With the situation that Fellow Taoist Chen is in, we are just delivering food to the monsters."

"Fellow Taoist, don't blame us for going too late."

...

When Fang Ping showed his powerful strength, he not only easily passed the tribulation, but also brought great benefits to Zhao Linger. The four large formations that extracted spiritual energy were also broken by Fang Ping. Moreover, Fang Ping defeated the golden lion and the big peng bird, and even killed the four directions under the siege of nearly a thousand Yuanying monsters, and successfully escaped.

In the world of immortal cultivation where strength is respected, Fang Ping's performance is completely worthy of all their compliments.

When others compliment him politely, Fang Ping will naturally not be proud of his achievements, let alone take advantage of others. He should still be polite when it is necessary.

But before he could speak, Deyou's majestic voice appeared in the sky: "Why are you all gathered together? Don't you realize that the monsters outside are ready to attack?"

As soon as Deyou spoke, the monks of Woshen Mountain surrounding Fang Ping quickly put away their smiles, bowed to the void, and then said goodbye to Fang Ping and hurried away.

Then another middle-aged Yuanying monk bowed to Fang Ping and said: "Fellow Daoist Chen, the ancestor Deyou invites you to the ancestor's cave residence for a chat."

Deyou's divine invitation, Fang Ping naturally would not refuse: "Please lead the way, elder."

"Please!"

The two said goodbye to the monks around them and flew away immediately.

"Elder, this doesn't seem to be the direction to the cave residence of senior Deyou." Fang Ping asked the other party on the way.

The Nascent Soul cultivator smiled and explained, "You are worrying too much, now all the ancestors of the sect are waiting for you in the temple."

"Elder, do you mean that all the seniors who have reached the state of transformation and the state of tribulation are waiting for me?" Fang Ping pretended to be surprised.

"You will know when you arrive." The Nascent Soul elder did not explain in detail.

In fact, he had only received an order from Deyou's transformation, saying that all the great masters of transformation and tribulation in Woshen Mountain were waiting for Fang Ping in the Woshen Temple, the holy land of the sect.

But since it was about the masters of transformation and tribulation, he, a Nascent Soul elder, was not qualified to say anything more.

Fang Ping nodded. He knew that his performance would definitely attract the attention of the seniors of Woshen Mountain, but he did not expect that all the masters of Woshen Mountain would gather together to wait for him.

He hurriedly accelerated: "In that case, let's go as soon as possible, so as not to keep the seniors waiting for a long time."

The so-called temple is actually a space spiritual treasure with a space inside. It is also the location of the most core sect hall of Woshen Mountain.

Arriving in front of a two-story building that looked like a palace, the elder bowed and said, "This is where the sect's main hall is located. No one is allowed to enter or leave at will. I can only send you here."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

After Fang Ping finished speaking, he felt his body lighten, and the next moment he appeared in a hall that was rich in spiritual energy and looked antique.

There were more than ten people sitting or standing in the hall, including Rong Sheng, Jing Chu and De You.

In addition to them, Fang Ping also saw several other gods and two tribulation masters who came to support Wo Shen Mountain some time ago.

But at this time, these nearly twenty masters were looking at Fang Ping with curious eyes.

"Junior Chen Huaijing, meet all the seniors."

Being watched by so many powerful people, although everyone's eyes were very kind and did not put any pressure on Fang Ping's family, the eyes of the gods and tribulation masters were naturally stressful to Fang Ping, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm.

So, being watched by so many people, Fang Ping naturally felt a certain amount of pressure in his heart.

"My friend, you broke through the formation and killed the enemy. Your performance today really impressed me." Jingchu spoke first. As Fang Ping's protector, he was the closest to Fang Ping.

"I have to thank you for protecting me. Otherwise, I would not be alive today." Fang Ping bowed to Jingchu and thanked him.

"You are the elder of Woshen Mountain, and you are still fighting for Woshen Mountain. I must protect you. What's more, your achievements are all based on your own strength. It has nothing to do with whether you protect me or not."

He is a senior, and one of the two giants of Woshen Mountain. He can say that.

But even if he is telling the truth, Fang Ping's strength is not enough to support him to accept the other party's praise with peace of mind.

But before he could be humble, Rong Sheng said again: "Don't be embarrassed, little guy. Although you are only at the Nascent Soul realm now, in our opinion, the strength you have shown in the past few days is enough to compete with the Holy Son of the Holy Land. ”

"Holy Son?" Fang Ping raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"Yes, in the Tianyuan world, only those Nascent Soul monks who are truly talented, have unlimited potential, and have combat prowess far beyond the same level, and who were born in the Holy Land at a young age are qualified to be called the Holy Son.

Even in major holy places, the Holy Son can enjoy the same resources and treatment as the Tribulation Power. "

If you want to talk about the Holy Son, Fang Ping naturally knows something about it.

But Fang Ping was surprised that the Holy Son could enjoy the same treatment as the Tribulation Master.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Fang Ping didn't know why the other party said that.

"With your strength, you should already have the capital to compete with the Holy Sons of the major holy places. Unfortunately, Woshenshan is weak and cannot be compared with the major holy places, and it is not a holy land, so we cannot call you the Holy Son. "

Fang Ping understood that even if you had the strength of a Holy Son, even if he could kill a Holy Son now, he was not from the Holy Land and could not be called a Holy Son.

Jingchu saw that Fang Ping seemed to be a little confused, so he said: "We discussed it just now. Although Woshenshan is not a holy land, we have unanimously decided to ask you to officially join Woshenshan and become the second largest in the sect. Senior brother and my third elder enjoy the same treatment as the two old guys."