An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Finally, Fang Ping had no choice but to give up.

Because the light film that separated his soul from his sea of ​​consciousness in his soul space was extremely fragile, like a shaky bubble about to burst.

He pondered for a moment, and then began to search in his storage bag.

He poured bottles of soul-nourishing pills such as Yangshen San and Ningshen Dan into his mouth without any regrets.

As a result, the medicinal power spread in his body and was really effective, making Fang Ping's soul space a little more stable.

After eating the previously prepared soul-nourishing pills, Fang Ping still felt unsafe, and then began to take out some spiritual herbs and medicines that could nourish and strengthen the soul from his storage bag and began to eat them.

But the effect was still not very good. After refining all the medicinal power, his soul space still felt a little shaky and about to break.

Fang Ping smiled bitterly. It is said that soul cultivation is extremely difficult to practice. Every improvement in the soul is the result of long-term training over a long period of time.

Now it seems that even if some people have the method of devouring the soul, it is not so easy to endlessly improve the soul cultivation.

After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of dry tree root.

This is one of the dead roots and branches he collected when Xiao Wu was looking for spiritual soil in the depths of Changchun Garden. 33 Novel Network

Because in the spiritual fields where Xiao Wu found the spiritual soil, there were not all kinds of spiritual medicines like other spiritual fields.

On the contrary, in such a large piece of forest, and with spiritual soil for cultivation, there was only one dead tree or a dead vine.

Such an abnormal situation naturally attracted Fang Ping's attention, and then he found the dead Qingxin fruit tree among these dead branches.

So Fang Ping concluded that the things that grew in these spiritual fields before must not be ordinary things, and must be priceless spiritual medicines and plants.

So he and Xiao Wu dug up all these dead tree roots and vines in the spiritual fields where they found the spiritual soil and took them with them.

He originally wanted to find a suitable cave after returning and then slowly cultivate it to see if he could cultivate some extraordinary treasure.

But now he is not ready to wait any longer.

Because the root he took out was the root of the Qingxin Fruit Tree, which has the function of cleansing, stabilizing the soul and increasing the strength of the soul.

Qingxin Fruit can be taken directly. Although the effect is better after being refined into a pill, he does not have the conditions and ability to refine the Qingxin Fruit into a pill now, and he does not have the time and energy.

Fang Ping is going to use the spiritual liquid to ripen the Qingxin Fruit, and then swallow the Qingxin Fruit to stabilize his soul.

In order to ensure the growth of the Qingxin Fruit, Fang Ping directly used a piece of five-color spiritual soil and a piece of four-color spiritual soil.

Cover the spiritual soil with some ordinary spiritual field soil, and then put the tree roots in the soil.

He dripped a drop of spiritual liquid with an expressionless face, and the spiritual power surged. The withered tree roots directly absorbed the spiritual liquid, and then a green color began to condense in the tree roots.

"There is hope."

Having rich experience in ripening, Fang Ping no longer hesitated and once again dripped the wood-attributed spiritual liquid into the soil.

Gradually, a tender bud emerged from the roots of the tree, and then began to grow, gradually growing into a tree five or six feet tall.

The tree took root in the spiritual soil, but grew luxuriantly.

Fang Ping's spiritual liquid was dripped in without any reservation, and soon the Qingxin fruit tree began to bloom. Fang Ping counted and found that such a large fruit tree had only eighteen flowers.

Fang Ping, who had followed his mother to work in the fields since he was a child, specially threw a few strong winds when the flowers were in full bloom to prevent the fruit trees from only blooming but not bearing fruit, so that he could rest assured that the fruit trees would sway and the petals would flutter.

Amid the fragrance of the flowers, the petals withered and small fruits began to condense.

Fang Ping took a look and frowned. Eighteen flowers, but only nine fruits, made Fang Ping wonder whether the flowers of the Qingxin fruit were divided into male and female.

In fact, it was already very good to have nine fruits. After all, these fruits were ripened by him, and they were not the result of hundreds of years of ripening under normal circumstances.

At this time, Fang Ping began to be cautious. After each drop of spiritual liquid was dripped, he would carefully observe the absorption of the spiritual liquid and the ripening of the fruit.

In the end, after these green small fruits gradually grew into the size of eggs and were crystal pink and white fruits, Fang Ping even began to use spiritual liquid diluted with water to irrigate them.

Finally, under Fang Ping's careful cultivation, the nine fruits finally ripened and fell off the vine, and Fang Ping collected them all.

The whole process went smoothly and there were no accidents.

Even after the fruits matured, the whole fruit tree withered directly, which was not beyond Fang Ping's expectation.

He collected all the roots and spiritual soil, glanced at the monk named Han who was sitting beside him with a dazed look, and did not say much.

"Fang Ping, please don't kill me, don't kill me."

Fang Ping finally finished his work, and the monk named Han thought he had seen Fang Ping's biggest secret.

A kind of spirit liquid that can cultivate the dry Qingxin fruit tree roots into a priceless Qingxin fruit tree, and make the fruit tree bloom and bear fruit.

If such a spirit liquid appears in the world of immortal cultivation, it will definitely be enough to make a sensation in hell.

But Fang Ping let himself watch the whole process without any cover.

What does this mean?

This means that in Fang Ping's heart, he may have been a dead man long ago.

If it weren't for his soul in the foundation-building period, Fang Ping would never have kept him until now.

Fang Ping smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I always keep my words. As long as you can improve my soul cultivation to a level sufficient to open the inheritance, I will definitely spare your life."

As he said that, Fang Ping swallowed a Qingxin Fruit directly.

The fruit melted in his mouth and turned into two breaths that entered Fang Ping's body. One of the breaths exuded bursts of sweet and fragrant air and flowed along Fang Ping's broken meridians. As it turned, it leaked, making the place full of fragrance and mouth-watering.

The other breath was like a stream of fresh air, and it directly entered Fang Ping's soul sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment it entered the sea of ​​consciousness, it directly turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

Then Fang Ping felt that his soul began to feel refreshed, just like jumping into a hot pool to take a bath when his soul was exhausted.

At the same time as this comfortable feeling came, his soul became more condensed, allowing some of the mixed breaths from others in his soul to be refined.

What Fang Ping was most concerned about was actually the light film in the soul space.

After the breath of the Qingxin Fruit entered the soul space, Fang Ping clearly felt a mysterious and unknown breath entering the light film.

After absorbing this breath, Fang Ping felt that his soul space seemed to loosen suddenly, and the feeling of being shaky and collapsing at any time was relieved a lot.

"It works."

Since the effect is obvious, Fang Ping will naturally not hide it. He strikes while the iron is hot and starts to swallow the Qingxin Fruit again.

Seeing Fang Ping swallowing Qingxin Fruit one by one so extravagantly, there is still a glimmer of luck, and the monk surnamed Han, who thought he had a chance to survive, almost dislocated his jaw.

This is the Qingxin Fruit. Even Jindan monks will covet it. If they get a fruit, they will regard it as a treasure and ask high-level alchemists everywhere to ask them to help them make pills.

But Fang Ping ate one by one, and ate four in a row, well, five.

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