An Ordinary Path to Immortality

There were seven cultivators sitting in the room of the Chixuan Holy Land, including two great masters who had passed the tribulation, three masters who had transformed into gods, and the remaining two were Mu Ge and another young man.

Before Mu Ge returned to the room and sat down, the young man said sarcastically: "Junior brother, those guys are the companions you found. I thought they were outstanding people from some family, but after seeing them today, it seems that they are just some ugly people."

Mu Ge's expression suddenly became unhappy and said: "Please be careful with your words, senior brother. You said I can, but you can't insult my brothers."

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. Just because they are your brothers, can't I tell the truth?"

"Although my eldest brother and second brother are not from the Holy Land, they are both worldly prodigies. Even if they face the powerful sons of the Holy Land, they can still fight. Although you are powerful, you don't seem to be the son of the Holy Land of Chixuan. You are not a life and death person. What qualifications do you have to evaluate them?" Mu Ge argued.

The word "holy son" seemed to be a bit of a stimulus to the young man, and his face suddenly twisted: "I was just careless at the beginning, how could I lose to him? When I challenge again in ten years, it will be the time for me to ascend to the position of the holy son."

Mu Ge snorted: "Ten years? Ten years later, you may not even be worthy of carrying the shoes of the holy son."

"Bold, Mu Ge, you..."

"Enough!" Mu Ge's protector, the gray-robed old Taoist, interrupted the two: "Be quiet."

Another old man in a dark green robe beside him glanced at the young man, and the anger in the latter's heart that was accidentally ignited by Mu Ge disappeared.

But he stared at Mu Ge intently, as if he was ready to pierce Mu Ge with his eyes.

Mu Ge also stared at the other party, unwilling to be outdone. As the strongest group of people under the Holy Son of Chixuan, and also the candidate Holy Son of Chixuan Holy Land, the relationship between them has never been particularly good.

Even though Mu Ge was calm and indifferent by nature, he couldn't stand others coming to cause trouble every now and then.

Under normal circumstances, he always believed that if he took a step back, the world would be broader, and he rarely argued with others.

Even if he knew that he was being targeted, he would not bother to care even if he suffered a small loss.

But this time, the other party actually insulted his two brothers, which made Mu Ge confront the other party in an uncharacteristic way.

The two young men stared at each other, while the three gods and the two tribulations were talking to each other, praising Mu Ge for being so strong today.

In another room, Tu Lie was grinning and eating barbecue while introducing Fang Ping and Mu Ge to the others in the room.

The people in the room just nodded silently and did not show any dissatisfaction with them.

Similarly, in Fang Ping's room, after the people of Woshen Mountain learned that Fang Ping and Zhao Linger were about to team up with the two Tianjiaos of Chixuan Holy Land and Zhanshen Mountain and this spirit fox, their worries were not as strong as before.

"I am more and more convinced that Elder Chen is the opportunity for our rise that we have been looking for with great difficulty." Deyou looked at Fang Ping with satisfaction and sent a message to others at the same time.

"That's right. It has only been a short time, and he has become sworn brothers with the geniuses of Chixuan Holy Land and Zhanshen Mountain."

"Elder Chen must have great luck. We must keep him in Woshen Mountain."

"Brother Deyou, what do you think of promising Ling'er to Elder Chen? If they can succeed, it will be a hundred benefits for our Woshen Mountain."

"Yes, if they can successfully give birth to a litter of cubs with their qualifications, there may be several with the same extraordinary qualifications. By then, why should we worry about the prosperity of Woshen Mountain?"

Seeing that everyone was talking more and more excessive, Jingchu snorted to stop their unreliable imagination: "Shut up, watch the auction carefully, and stop talking nonsense."

The little fox on the other side lay beside Zhao Linger intimately and whispered with Zhao Linger, and occasionally the man and the fox laughed like silver bells together.

Fang Ping, on the other hand, just greeted a few people and then sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, while silently watching the auction.

This auction is expected to last for three days, so most of the items auctioned at the beginning are relatively common treasures. Therefore, although the atmosphere at the auction venue is still quite lively, judging from the final transaction price, it is obvious that these items are more for ordinary cultivators and forces with weaker strength.

Even during the auction of these treasures, Woshen Mountain only occasionally tried to make a few bids, and did not have the intention of winning them.

This continued for a while, and finally an item appeared on the exhibition stand that cheered up many people and made Fang Ping open his eyes.

This is a blood-stained rag, and its pattern looks like a corner of a flag that fell off.

This washbasin-sized rag is blood red, and there are not many places stained with blood. Only a fist-sized piece looks darker.

But when it appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of many powerful people, especially those who have crossed the tribulation and the Mahayana.

"I believe many Taoist friends have figured it out. This item should be a corner of some kind of battle flag. Judging from its own opportunity, it may be a broken immortal weapon. And the blood stain on it has been identified by many powerful people in Tianbao Pavilion. It is very likely from an immortal."

As soon as these words came out, the entire auction venue exploded. Discussions and inquiries echoed throughout the venue. The chaos did not seem like an auction at all, but rather like a bustling street market in the mortal world.

"Are you sure it is a broken immortal weapon and dried immortal blood?"

"This thing seems to be quite old. How much power does it still have?"

"How much of the breath of immortal blood still remains?"

Question after question fell into the ears of the powerful person in charge of the auction. He seemed to have expected such a scene. He just stood silently and smiled without saying a word. He did not stop everyone, but waited for them to gradually digest it. After hearing the news, he said:

"Don't worry, everyone. Although the fairy weapon is broken, it is still a corner of the fairy weapon. Its power is secondary. The main thing is that it can absorb spiritual energy and transform it into fairy spirit energy."

This news once again fell into everyone's ears like a thunder.

Before anyone could speak, he continued: "There is also this group of immortal blood, which contains mysterious Taoist principles and rules. At the same time, because it is nourished by the immortal spirit energy produced by the immortal weapon, the aura still lingers after I don't know how long it has passed. If I don’t need to introduce you to the benefits you will gain if you meditate on this treasure every day.”

As he spoke, he made a hand seal to unlock the restrictions on the rag, and immediately countless spiritual consciousness fell into it, and then there were screams and exclamations.