An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Cishan Island is isolated overseas, tens of thousands of miles away from Yuanling Continent.

For a long time, because of its remote location, thin spiritual energy and barren land, it has no value at all.

Even if there are cultivators who occasionally pass by here to hunt sea beasts and treasures in the Endless Sea, no one will choose to stay for a long time because of the thin spiritual energy here.

It is precisely for this reason that generations of cultivators have marked it on the map of the nearby sea area, so that fewer and fewer cultivators will choose to settle here.

In addition, since I don’t know how many years ago, the originally thin spiritual energy on this island has completely disappeared.

Without spiritual energy, it is natural that no one is willing to come to the cultivators.

So this island was gradually forgotten until not long ago, when two cultivators from a small sect accidentally entered it and found a mysterious ore on the island that can repel spiritual energy.

Later, the sect leaders who got the news searched various classics and tried all kinds of methods, and finally confirmed the identity of this ore. It turned out to be an extremely rare reverse five-element magnet in the world of cultivation.

This magnet is not only extremely strong, but also naturally repels spiritual energy.

Some weapon refining masters can melt this magnet into various magic weapons and spiritual weapons, making the weapons with magnets sharper and the defensive power of armor stronger.

After confirming the news, the monks of this small sect immediately issued a gag order to all disciples of the sect, and secretly captured some low-level casual cultivators and sent them to Cishan Island as miners to help mine.

This Cishan Island does not contain any spiritual energy, and it is isolated overseas. In addition, the sect wants to maximize the harvest before the news leaks out, so the supervisors on the island simply do not treat the miners as human beings.

Whenever a miner is found to be lazy or has not completed the mining task, a beating is the lightest punishment. If the luck is bad, he may be beaten to death directly.

In addition, there are many dangers in the mine cave, and from time to time, some monsters that deliberately settle here to avoid natural enemies can be dug out, so that the miners on the island have been seriously reduced in number, and they need to be replenished every three or five days.

Unfortunately, the Taiyuan Demon League has been active in the nearby area recently, and they dare not capture monks as recklessly as before, which has led to the current shortage of miners on Cishan Island.

After Fang Ping was sent to the island, the two monks fed him two Qi-recovering pills every day.

After three days, Fang Ping had already woken up, but because his physical condition was too poor and he didn't know the situation outside, he had been using the Turtle Silence Technique to pretend to be seriously injured and healed his wounds silently.

During these days, he also learned the cause of the matter and his current environment from the conversation between the black-faced monk and the short-bearded middle-aged man.

"Cishan Island? The magnet that repels spiritual energy?"

After listening to their conversation, Fang Ping remembered the mysterious ore he exchanged in the market before the auction.

Its characteristics seem to be very similar to this magnet.

Today is the seventh day since Fang Ping was brought to Cishan Island. During these days, the black-faced monks fed Fang Ping two Qi-recovering pills every day.

With the help of these two Qi-Restoring Pills, Fang Ping finally had a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in his Dantian.

However, Fang Ping's injuries were too severe, and the Qi-Restoring Pills were of no use to Fang Ping.

On this day, the black-faced monk put two Qi-Restoring Pills into Fang Ping's mouth again, and said impatiently:

"Brother, this guy is not useless, it's been seven days, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"The spiritual energy fluctuations in his body are getting stronger and stronger. I estimate that he will wake up in these two days."

"Then wait another day. If he still doesn't wake up, I will throw him into the sea to feed the fish." The black-faced monk complained: "It's really unlucky. It caused me to lose so many Qi-Restoring Pills."

"Well, then wait another day. If he doesn't wake up, just throw him away."

Listening to the two people's chat, Fang Ping knew that he couldn't continue to pretend to be dead. If he continued to pretend, he would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

With his physical condition, which was only slightly better than that of a mortal, if all the treasures fell into the hands of others and he was thrown into the sea, he would have no chance of survival.

So he coughed twice and pretended to have just woken up, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around in confusion.

"Hey, just when I said I was going to throw him into the sea, this guy woke up, it's really timely!" The black-faced monk sneered.

Fang Ping pretended to be confused and asked: "Hey, where am I? Did the two Taoists save me?"

"Don't worry about where you are, I want to ask you, what is your name, where are you practicing, why did you appear in the Endless Sea?"

The middle-aged man with a short beard had no expression on his face and asked several questions in a row.

Fang Ping knew that the other party would definitely interrogate his background, so he said what he had prepared long ago:

"I am Chen Huaijing, a mere casual cultivator. Some time ago, I was captured by several demon cultivators who said they were going to use me to refine some blood pills. Fortunately, several senior masters showed up in time and destroyed the demon cultivators' stronghold, so I was able to escape. But I don't know how I got here."

After a pause, Fang Ping struggled to sit up and bowed to the two people to thank them: "It seems that you two Taoist friends saved me. I can't repay you for saving my life. Please accept my bow."

But he struggled a few times and finally couldn't get up. He could only lie on the bed and bow to the two people.

When the two heard Fang Ping say that he was a casual cultivator, they immediately relaxed.

"Self-cultivator? Good for a self-cultivator!" The middle-aged man with a short beard said with a half-smile, "So you were tortured into this state by those demon cultivators?"

"That's right. I was lucky. I was saved before being transformed by those demon cultivators. There were also some fellow self-cultivators with me. Many of them..."

Speaking of this, Fang Ping looked sad, as if he couldn't bear to continue.

The short-bearded cultivator didn't care about what Fang Ping said at all.

He asked calmly, "Before this, what was your cultivation level?"

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by fellow Taoists. I have the talent of five spiritual roots. After years of wasting time, I can only cultivate at the third level of Qi Refining. Alas!" Fang Ping sighed.

"Third level of Qi Refining?" The middle-aged man with a short beard twirled his beard and chuckled, "Take these two Qi Revitalizing Pills to heal your wounds. I'll be back soon."

As he said this, he threw two more Qi Revitalizing Pills to Fang Ping, exchanged glances with the black-faced cultivator, and then left.

Fang Ping pretended to thank him, and then smiled at the black-faced monk: "May I know your name?"

The black-faced monk did not answer Fang Ping, but asked: "How long will it take for you to recover?"

Fang Ping pondered for a moment and said: "I am seriously injured, and there is no spiritual energy here. I estimate that if I have two more bottles of Qi-recovering pills, I can recover the cultivation level of Qi-refining level one."

The black-faced monk did not talk to Fang Ping again.

There is no spiritual energy in this Cishan Island. The various pills they brought with them were not many, and now they have almost been used up, but the sect has not sent supplies.

Now any pill is extremely precious to them, and it is impossible to give Fang Ping another Qi-recovering pill.

Seeing that the black-faced monk no longer paid attention to him, Fang Ping glanced at the spirit beast bag hanging on his waist. In order to avoid arousing the other party's suspicion, he finally did not ask for it.

After swallowing the two Qi-recovering pills, Fang Ping began to slowly refine and absorb them.

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