C3 You have to find a good way to kill yourself
The sound produced by this hand seal was very faint, but its power was shocking!
The handprint touched the mountain wall, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a mass of green liquid, slowly flowing down. The green liquid emitted a poisonous gas, which caused the surrounding plants to instantly turn to zero.
After a while, the cave that was originally not smooth but still fit for human habitation turned into a hornet's nest, and the green liquid started flowing all over the place.
Cheng Fei immediately jumped onto a huge boulder. Although he felt that his resistance to poison was very good, he was still unwilling to be infected by this poison. Raising his head to look at anemone, who was still in a frenzy, he shouted, "Master, don't be angry anymore. If you continue, this cave will collapse, master!"
Right after he finished speaking, anemone suddenly shouted out in pain, his body fell down like a falling leaf, Bang! He then spat out a mouthful of blood, the expression on his face warped even further.
"Master!"
Cheng Fei shouted. Although he hated the old man in front of him, since he had already become his disciple, the old man was the only person who mattered to him in this world. Besides, the poison in his body has yet to be dispelled!
He flew over and hurriedly picked up anemone, and headed towards a huge boulder.
After placing the anemone on the huge rock, Cheng Fei shook it with all his might: "Master, master, wake up! Are you all right? "Hurry and wake up!"
finally responded after shouting for so long, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the young disciple in front of him. Master is probably going to die soon, haha, those eight old fogeys' wish has finally been fulfilled, but they didn't expect that my ancestor would have such a direct disciple before he dies, hahahaha! "I will die with no regrets!"
With that said, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and this time, all the veins on anemone's body started to swell.
Cheng Fei could not help but feel his heart ache. Looking at the old man in front of him, he forced out a smile and replied, "Master, you'll be fine. In a few years, disciple will definitely defeat those eight old men with you and rebuild the Toxic Gate for even greater glory!"
"Reconstruction of the Toxic Gate? "Glorious?" He turned and said: "Fei'er, Master is already powerless to concoct the antidote for you. Now that I have instilled all of my cultivation into your body, although I am not able to cure you, but the True Origin will help you suppress the poison, but from now on, your path will only be on your own. If you have the chance, then …. "Remember, help me rebuild the Toxic Gate!"
"Master …"
Cheng Fei anxiously shouted, but before he could say anything, anemone had already flown up, and landed upside down on his head and feet. He extended his palm and slapped the top of his head, and his entire body was instantly covered in green Qi.
The Holy Spirit Cover was a big acupoint of the human body, whoever touched it would die, but not only was Cheng Fei fine, he even felt a warm feeling flowing from above his head. The warm current was true qi, but the anemone was an expert at the middle stage of Soul Division, so her true qi had long since turned into true energy.
The true energy instantly flowed through Cheng Fei's entire body, expanding and strengthening all of the muscles and veins in his body, and even the originally blocked acupoints were forced open!
For a moment, Cheng Fei howled. The intense pain almost made him lose consciousness, but before he could do so, he was awakened by the pain! This cycle continued unceasingly. If it were not for his strong consciousness, his body would have exploded and died!
Several hours had passed and the true energy had finally opened up all the veins in Cheng Fei's body. In the future, Cheng Fei would definitely cultivate at a thousand miles in a day.
The remaining true energy slowly gathered in Cheng Fei's Dantian, and upon entering, the pure poison mist that existed in his Dantian previously, welcomed him as if he was his family. After a while, the two bundles of Qi fused together, but there was still a large gap in reality, because after all, the poison aura was still a poison aura. No matter how pure it was, it was still not true energy.
In the time it took to make a cup of tea, Cheng Fei suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed across. At the same time, he hurriedly reached out his hands to catch the falling anemone. When he gently placed his Master on top of the boulder, he discovered that his Master had already passed away, closing his eyes forever.
The fragility of life brought with it the most grief and pain in the world. Life and death, however, were fated by the heavens. Only when one became an immortal would they be able to escape the fate laid down by the heavens.
The cultivators of Xuan Zhen Continent all cultivated their true qi. From the lowest level to the highest: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Jindan, Nascent Soul, cavity deficiency, doppelgänger, tribulation, major multiplier, a total of nine levels. Each level was further divided into ten levels, and after major multiplier, one could transform into a feather and become an immortal.
Cheng Fei did not have that kind of big of a dream. However, when things had become forced, Cheng Fei would also go crazy, crazier than anyone else.
After burying the anemone deep in the cave, Cheng Fei, as his disciple, created a proper tombstone for him. Although it was also made of stone, it contained a sincere heart.
"Master, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let you think about the past. Ah, now that you're dead, even though you've passed on your true qi to me, allowing me to reach the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, who can help me find the antidote to the more than ten poisons in my body!?" In the end... "Sigh!" Cheng Fei sat on the tombstone and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He shook his head and muttered to himself, while taking a book and a black robe from the side.
The name of the technique was "Soul Sword Technique", it was a famous consummate technique of the anemone. It turned from a true energy into a poisonous sword, its attack power was extremely strong, and had the power to corrode flesh and bones.
The black robe was called the condensate robe, it was anemone's close protection armor, but it had been destroyed by the eight big sect masters, if it was not repaired quickly, it would disappear after another two tries, and the grade had dropped from the original Nine Yuan Spirit Treasure to a mid level Six Yuan treasure, it was truly a heartache and hatred.
Looking at the two items in his hands, Cheng Fei could not help but let out a bitter laugh: "No matter what one of these items is, they are treasures that cultivators desperately seek. "I, Cheng Fei, am now also at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment stage. Although I am not comparable to the Jindan or Yuan Ying Stage experts, I am no longer a young child."
"Ah, but even so, if I don't get rid of all the poison in my body, I'm sure I'll be the next to sleep." "At that time, there was no one who built a monument for me. Master, it seems that you are much more blessed than I am now."
After being vexed for a long time, Cheng Fei put down the object in his hand and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, Cheng Fei came to a strange place.
It was a vast expanse of whiteness. The world seemed to be spinning, as if it had stopped moving long ago. It was just that suddenly, when Cheng Fei was near, everything in the world became dense and blurred, as if they were in a fairyland.
The light shone gold, and instantly shot through the white mist in the sky, causing it to appear dazzling. The light seemed to be far away, but it was slowly getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter, bigger and clearer.
In the end, the golden light turned into a golden pagoda that was overflowing with light and overflowing with color. It kept rotating before his eyes, and with each rotation, it would create a misty, holy golden light.
