An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Ye Chang didn't want to lose, and he couldn't lose.

Once he lost to the Holy Son, it would mean losing Su Jin.

In this way, he would have a demon in his heart, which was tantamount to his road ahead being cut off and his road to success being hopeless.

Ye Chang felt proud: "Now that things have come to this, since the battle between you and me is inevitable, the success or failure will depend on your ability."

The Holy Son suddenly changed his tone and softened it: "In fact, I really admire you and envy you."

At the beginning, Ye Chang was just a small double spiritual root cultivator from the border of the continent. In the eyes of the Holy Son, he was just like a piece of trash.

But such a waste that he didn't even bother to look at more actually won the heart of the Holy Girl, and in just a few years, he changed his fate against the will of heaven and became a person with a special physique like him.

What made him even more envious was that around Ye Chang, there were a group of life and death friends with the same strong qualifications and cultivation.

"In fact, if you can let go of your obsession, it's okay." Ye Chang also said what he thought sincerely.

He suddenly felt that the Saint's disguise was too deep and his life was too tiring, which seemed to be counterproductive.

Ye Chang was sincere: "With your qualifications, if you let go of your obsession, you may be able to take a more relaxed and simple path."

The Saint rarely showed his true feelings and smiled bitterly: "It's too late, it's too late to say anything now, I've already boarded this boat, if I get off halfway, there's only the abyss waiting for me."

Feeling that he had lost his composure, under the strange gaze of the monks beside him, he shook his head gently and put on the disguise he had worn for many years again.

He said arrogantly: "Ye Chang, if you can still return to the Immortal Sect alive, I will give you a chance to challenge me."

Seeing the Saint's attitude, Ye Chang knew that the brief exchange between him and the Saint had ended.

He clasped his fists to the Holy Son and said, "Please practice diligently after you go back, and don't let me down."

The Holy Son ignored Ye Chang and turned to look at Fang Ping: "Fang Ping, you are a variable. If it weren't for you, many things would become very simple."

When Fang Ping discovered that the Holy Son and Ye Chang were communicating with each other, he secretly used the rules of the secret realm to eavesdrop. At this time, he also knew that the Holy Son he saw now was just a disguised appearance.

He bowed to the Holy Son with a smile: "I'm really sorry to cause trouble to the Holy Son. Why don't you take the initiative to give up the position of the Holy Son after you go back? With me, Fang Ping, I will ensure that you have a worry-free immortal road."

"Hehehe..." The Holy Son laughed sarcastically, and it was unknown whether he was mocking himself or Fang Ping.

It was even more unknown whether his laughter came from his disguise or from his true heart.

"What a joke, I, the Saint Son, the future head of the Immortal Sect, actually need your protection?"

The Saint Son's face was slightly cold: "Okay, there is no point in saying more. Since you have already mastered the rules of the secret realm, you should be able to send us away."

At this point, there is no need for them to stay here any longer.

Fang Ping nodded: "Will you leave your storage rings behind?"

The disciples of the Immortal Sect all showed surprised expressions.

Then they looked at Ye Chang and the Saint Girl with a pleading look.

The Saint Girl advised Fang Ping apologetically: "Some disciples with special identities in the Immortal Sect have storage rings with special marks. Once the original owner's mark is lost, they will self-destruct."

"Unlucky, if that's the case, forget about the storage ring." Fang Ping pondered for a moment: "But I can't let you go for nothing."

"What do you want, fellow Taoist?" The old man asked Fang Ping again.

Fang Ping said: "Each of you should hand over a million high-grade spirit stones, or you can use treasures of the same value to offset it.

If you pay enough spirit stones, I will let you go. If you don't, you will have to stand here for a hundred years."

"Are you robbing? One million high-grade spirit stones, do you think high-grade spirit stones are big stones on the roadside?" Someone said dissatisfiedly.

But before he could finish, a thunderbolt struck his head, causing him to smoke all over.

"I forgot to tell you that if you don't hand over the spirit stones, you will not only be trapped here, but also have to endure the baptism of nine 59 heavenly tribulations every hour."

Seeing Fang Ping like this, the Saintess didn't know what to say. She smiled bitterly at the immortal sect cultivators: "Everyone, I have tried my best. You can do it yourself, but I still suggest that you seriously consider Fang Ping's suggestion."

Hong Luan's mouth was full of smiles. She teased everyone: "My fellow disciples, if it were me, I would definitely hand over the spirit stones without hesitation."

Meng Qi was also not afraid of trouble: "Hand it over. Anyway, there are several disciples of the immortal sect here. After everyone divides the spirit stones equally, even if the fat water flows into the fields of outsiders, at least it doesn't flow out completely, right?

There is still a part in the hands of several of our immortal sect disciples."

"We hand over the spirit stones, and we leave!"

The Saint Son was straightforward enough and threw a storage bag over.

Seeing that the Saint Son was like this, the others looked through their storage rings, took out spirit stones and some valuable treasures, and collected one million and gave them to Fang Ping.

After putting away the spirit stones, Fang Ping didn't waste any words. He waved his hand, and the space shook. Not only the Saint Son and the others, but also the cultivators before were flashed with white light. The Void Heaven Cauldron appeared on its own initiative, opened up a space channel, and took the few remaining cultivators out of the secret realm.

At this moment, all the cultivators in the entire secret realm left.

Only Fang Ping, Ye Chang and others were left here.

Several people looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

It's not that they have nothing to say, but they have a lot to say, but they don't know where to start.

In addition, they also know that the questions they want to ask will definitely be related to Fang Ping's privacy.

If they ask, it will be suspected that they are trying to find out Fang Ping's secrets. After all, even if they are Taoist partners, there are many secrets that cannot be told.

If they don't ask, the many doubts in their hearts are really annoying.

After a short silence, Fang Ping broke the silence first: "I know you must have something to ask. Anyway, there is no one else in the secret realm now. Ask whatever you want to ask. I will definitely not hide what I should say."

Zuo Chunqiu coughed lightly: "Let me talk first. I believe this is also the most concerned issue for everyone. Has the Chaos Golden Pearl really been fused by you?"

Fang Ping generously admitted that the Chaos Golden Pearl had indeed been fused with him, and also briefly talked about the changes in his physique, golden elixir, and soul.

"After fusing with the Chaos Golden Pearl, I am almost the master of this secret realm, and I can use the secret realm rules at will."

As he spoke, Fang Ping's fingers moved lightly, and wisps of fairy spirit emerged between his fingers.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Fang Ping lightly flicked and sealed two wisps of fairy spirit in each person's body.