Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since Zhang Yao and his group entered Jingguo.

In this month, Zhang Yao did as he said before, traveling around the mountains and rivers, browsing the scenic spots and appreciating the customs of various places.

On this day:

In a bustling market in the central part of Jingguo, Zhang Yao and a group of people were experiencing a special service called "Fuluo Yunmeng" in an elegant attic.

Among the countries in the Central Plains, the biggest feature of Jingguo is that there are many demon cultivators. Because they are born and raised by the earth, no one can control or correct them.

On this basis, the world of immortality has also derived a series of development methods aimed at the power of the demon clan's bloodline.

These methods are not only used for fighting, but also used to increase the success rate of alchemy, enhance the efficiency of refining treasure materials, temporarily increase the speed of cultivation... etc., and there are also a large number of them used in deviant ways.

And some shrewd demon cultivators have used this to create many special services to provide immortal cultivators who are not short of spiritual stones.

"Well……"

In the attic, Zhang Yao rubbed his temples, straightened up from a reclining chair, and said with a smile:

"Your method is really good, but the effect is too slight."

The method of Fu Luo Yunmeng relies on the power of several special talismans and specific bloodlines to help immortal cultivators purify their hearts, minds, and souls. It is said to be miraculous in untying heart knots and preventing people from becoming possessed by demons.

However, Zhang Yao's soul power was so powerful that even though the shop owner tried his best, he couldn't bring him much good results.

"Senior, forgive me."

The shopkeeper with a good face and graceful figure quickly apologized, while the three fox tails behind him were swaying uneasily.

The great event of the Taiyin Tide was coming, and no one in the entire Jingguo knew about it. As soon as she saw this group of extraordinary people, she had some guesses in her heart, and naturally she did not dare to neglect them.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, given her status, she would not be able to use the Fuluo Yunmeng method personally.

You must know that this market is the largest one under the command of Liang Yuechuan. It is controlled by the ancestor of Jindan. She is also a foundation-building demon cultivator of the fox bloodline and one of the descendants of Shuoyue Tianhu. .

"boom……"

High in the sky above Fangshi, there were four or five faint rays of Xuanhe light rushing past. The undisguised aura of the Golden Core Realm caused many exclamations in Fangshi.

The dozens of golden elixir monks such as Ancestor Zhenyang and Dugu Yan who were wandering around, standing or standing in this attic naturally noticed the movement, but they didn't even bother to move their eyebrows.

There is no other reason. In fact, after experiencing this scene at least seven or eight times, I have become accustomed to it.

As the start of the Taiyin Tide Festival gets closer and closer, golden elixir monks from the Central Plains countries and even the Nine Prefectures of Tianzhou are becoming more and more common, often walking in groups of three or five, whizzing past, going to Liangyue River.

It is very rare for a Golden Core cultivator to be alone, and what is even rarer is naturally a group of more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators operating together, all of which are from famous and powerful forces.

After integrating the Southwest, they had barely reached this threshold, but after all, their foundation was insufficient and their momentum was not as strong as the previous Seven Sects Alliance.

"Um?"

Zhang Yao suddenly changed his expression and stood up.

"Ancestor?"

"Brother Qingxu?"

More than a dozen Jindan monks were a little surprised and looked at Zhang Yao.

In the past month, they have seen many golden elixir monks escape from light, but Zhang Yao has always been too lazy to pay attention to them. Could it be that they bumped into an acquaintance this time?

"I just met an old friend."

Zhang Yao waved his hand and said:

"Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

When the words fell, Zhang Yao's figure had already disappeared into the attic, and many Jindan cultivators looked at each other with confusion and speculation in their minds.

In fact, their speculation was wrong from the beginning.

Zhang Yao's spiritual thoughts did capture the familiar aura of an old friend, but he was not a golden elixir monk.

Outskirts of Fang City.

A slender female cultivator wearing a gauze slowly walked towards the center of the square. She had sea-blue hair, and the fins on both sides of her collarbone and some broken scales on the back of her hands were vaguely visible.

Obviously, she is also a demon cultivator, and she seems to be of the blood of the water-attributed demon clan.

"...I'm afraid this is not a good thing, it may even be a catastrophe..."

As she walked, her eyebrows were still slightly furrowed and she was thinking endlessly, looking very worried.

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice came into her ears:

"Fairy Yuanmeng, I haven't seen you for many years."

"..."

Fairy Yuanmeng looked up in shock and saw a completely unexpected figure.

"Fellow Taoist Qingxu?"

Standing in front of him was a young man wearing a green Taoist robe with a smile on his face. He still had the same appearance as before. He was standing with his hands behind his hands and looking at her.

After she was stunned, a bit of panic suddenly appeared in her expression, and she quickly saluted:

"Greetings to Qingxu... Ancestor Qingxu."

"Please get up quickly."

Zhang Yao supported her and said warmly:

"Fairy Yuanmeng, you and I are old friends. We don't need to be so close, and we don't need to be so polite."

He said, paused, and then smiled:

"It seems that my somewhat humble reputation has spread to the ears of the fairy."

Fairy Yuanmeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when she heard Zhang Yao's words again, she couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"I'm afraid this is not a bad name."

"The reputation of Ancestor Qingxu who defeated the Seven Sects Alliance and became the Lord of the Southwest is also well-known in Jingguo. How come I haven't heard of it?"

When she said these words, her mood was extremely complicated.

More than a hundred years ago, when she left the GCC, Zhang Yao had just joined the GCC. Although he was stronger than her, his cultivation was not as good as hers.

Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years later, the situation of the two people was completely different.

She is a demon cultivator with ordinary blood. After more than a hundred years of hard work, she has only been promoted from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. Not to mention the golden elixir realm, even the completion of foundation building is far away.

But now Zhang Yao is the overlord who dominates the southwest and is famous in all countries. Even the ordinary Jindan monks must treat him respectfully and dare not make any mistakes.

The difference between the two is more than just a matter of clouds and mud?

"Fairy Yuanmeng, I wonder how you have been doing these past few years after we said goodbye?"

Zhang Yao took the initiative and asked her about her experiences over the years.

"That's it. Fortunately, in Jingguo, we demon cultivators no longer have everyone shouting and beating us..."

Fairy Yuanmeng shook her head and followed his words and told some stories.

After the two chatted for a while, Fairy Yuanmeng couldn't hold back anymore and asked:

"I wonder if Master Haihe... is he, is he okay?"

This sentence is actually asking about the life and death of Zhenren Haihe.

If he had not achieved the golden elixir, Master Haihe would have passed away long ago. However, a turmoil that year forced the Fu Hai Sect to leave the country, and it became very difficult for her to get information.

"..."

Zhang Yao was silent for a moment, and saw that this person seemed to have an unusual relationship with Master Haihe, and it was not just a simple gratitude for being rescued and protected.

Maybe there is some secret emotion?

It's a pity that all of this can only disappear and end without any illness with the death of Zhenren Haihe.

"Why."

Zhang Yao sighed and finally chose to tell the truth:

"To be fair, Fairy, Haihe Zhenren's master, Patriarch Wanchuan, is actually a demon cultivator. He has lived for a thousand years and once personally founded the Fuhai Sect."

"At the critical moment when Master Haihe broke through the golden elixir, he secretly murdered him and replaced his identity..."

His face was calm, but there was a hint of coldness in his tone:

"Later, I went to Dayu and saw through this person's disguise. After killing him, I moved the Fu Hai Sect back to Dali."