This foundation-building pill is oval in shape, with a diameter about the size of the palm of your hand. It is crystal clear, like a bright pearl, emitting a soft light.

The surface is filled with two lines, one light and one shallow, exuding a mysterious and warm atmosphere.

It is different from the foundation-building treasures with attribute requirements, such as the thunder-attributed 'Sky-piercing Rat Tail' and the wood-attributed 'True Mysterious Qingjing Wood' that Li Qinglin had obtained.

The foundation-building pill is not differentiated by zodiac sign.

However, the probability of building a foundation is far lower than that of an innate foundation-building treasure.

Even the most advanced foundation-building pill can only increase the probability by more than 20%.

The Cha family would only release a few foundation-building pills every year to control the number of foundation-building practitioners in the Three Mountains.

And every time a top-notch foundation-building pill comes out, it will inevitably attract a large number of Qi-cultivating practitioners to fight for it.

"If I take this foundation-building pill, I will have at least a 30% chance of building a foundation. Moreover, my Qingmu Dharma Body is originally an innate shortcut. Although it is only a defective version, it can increase the probability by another 10% or 20%. "

Li Qinglin silently planned his path to building his foundation.

After all, according to his speed of practice, he is not far from building his foundation.

A few days later.

Li Qinglin hid in the Immortal in the Pot and planted the newly acquired spiritual plants such as the Soul-Separation Grass.

Then he practiced in silence, ignoring the turmoil he caused in the outside world, and waited for the situation to calm down.

As he burned the lower-grade spirit stones without any regret and used them as nourishment for his cultivation, his cultivation speed was even three times faster than in the outside world.

One month later.

In the dark sky, a palm-sized message kite fell from the clouds and circled over the dense forest for a while.

Finally, it found the reserved tracking scent, flew outside the concealing formation, and uttered rhythmic cries.

Li Qinglin noticed something was wrong, ended his retreat, retracted the concealing formation, and took the kite over to have a look.

However, when Zhuang Yanjing learned that Zeng Jin had actually died at the hands of Li Qinglin, he became angry and wanted to ask him the truth.

Facing this cheap uncle, Li Qinglin sighed secretly.

Then headed towards the agreed location.

The place where Zhuang Yanjing agreed to meet was not Xianfang.

But it is a place called Baihua Valley.

The terrain is vast, and all year round, golden stamens gather into a sea and stretch out.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy is not as high as that in the caves near the spiritual veins, it is much better than in the wilderness.

The master of Baihua Valley is a foundation-building cultivator named Chunji Daxiu. He has a calm temperament and is not fond of fighting. In his early years, he was a struggling cultivator who only built his foundation after a miraculous encounter.

Often, the seclusion lasts for more than ten years.

Many barbaric cultivators who do not have spirit stones to rent a cave dwelling will choose to "stay" in Baihua Valley for a few years, and then claim that they are disciples of Master Chunji.

Shixuan Daxiu turned a blind eye to this, and as long as they did not commit crimes, such as murder and arson, he would let them do whatever they wanted.

Li Qinglin vaguely remembered that when Ming Jingzi was adventuring in the outside world, he liked to pull the tiger skin of Chunji Daxiu.

When you arrive at Baihua Valley, your nose is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Zhuang Yanjing was wearing a green shirt and a jade crown, standing in the sea of ​​flowers, and it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Meet Uncle Zhuang."

Li Qinglin bowed with a hint of respect.

"Humph! Do you still recognize me as your uncle? I don't dare to accept it!"

Zhuang Yanjing waved his sleeves with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Let me ask you, what happened between you and Zeng Jin? Was it really because Zeng Jin coveted your spiritual plant skills that you had no choice but to kill him?"

The acquaintance between Zeng Jin and Li Qinglin was established through great effort by Zhuang Yanjing.

I just hope that Li Qinglin can make further progress in the field of spiritual plants.

So when Zhuang Yanjing received the news, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

What's going on? Didn't I invite you to teach you the art of spiritual planting? Why did you kill everyone? Facing Zhuang Yanjing's questioning.

According to Li Qinglin's temper, he never liked to explain too much to others.

But the debt of favor is the hardest to repay.

If Zhuang Yanjing had not used himself as a guarantee to help him rent the spiritual field in his early years, it would not have been so smooth for him to enter and exit the world of immortal cultivation.

"I dare not deceive Uncle Zhuang. What I said is true."

Li Qinglin recounted the entire incident in detail, of course omitting the part where he used his martial arts skills to hammer the two men to death under the Jueling formation. Instead, he simply mentioned that he was alert in advance and fought back with great difficulty.

His eyes were solemn, and he truly stared at Li Qinglin's micro-expressions.

I don't know why.

Zhuang Yanjing suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was a little strange.

In other words, he had never really understood this nephew who had shown up out of nowhere.

He was extremely courageous and gave up his lifespan in exchange for spiritual roots.

He is a top talent in the field of spiritual plants. In just a few years, he has been able to grow first-grade, top-quality mutated spiritual roots.

His cultivation level has even risen to the seventh level of Qi training, and he is not much weaker than him.

Even in desperate situation, he killed Zeng Jin, who was at the eighth level of Qi training.

"Is he...really Brother Yang Jian's disciple?"

For no reason, Zhuang Yanjing began to become suspicious.

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A dragon is not as good as a snake.

Yang Jian is just an ordinary cultivator with a gentle temperament. He is always kind to others and does not have much of a sharp edge.

How could it be such a coincidence that he accepted a potential dragon like Han Fei?

In fact, ten years ago, Zhuang Yanjing secretly left the Three Mountains of Qingshitan and went to Dahuang Mountain, where he found Yang Jian’s tomb.

It was exactly the same as what Li Qinglin had described.

but……

All of this is too logical.

Often, people can't help but doubt.

Zhuang Yanjing did not ask any more questions, he vaguely sensed something.

But as people live in this world, it is rare for them to be ignorant.

Moreover, the young man in front of him was not a treacherous and cruel person.

That's enough.

"You should be careful, you have become very famous in Qingxu Ridge recently.

A tall tree attracts the wind, and there are bound to be people who deliberately approach you, wanting to use you as a knife."

Before leaving, Zhuang Yanjing gave Li Qinglin an instruction with a hint of caution.

…

As expected.

In the following month, many forces, even cultivators from Shiguangling and Tanzheling, came to visit and contact Li Qinglin.

All they talk about is seeking immortality. The world has suffered from the Cha family, the Xu family, and Tingyu Sword Manor for a long time.

Huang Xiu sacrificed a lot of ambitions, and dared to change the sun and the moon to a new sky! Don't say that the three mountains have only one eye, and provoke the kings of Tianhe to rebel.

Li Qinglin was so frightened that he sealed his ears, fled far away, and washed his ears with water from a clear stream.

"Brother Han, what do you think? As long as you join my 'Sanguang Hall', you will be the deputy hall master. On weekdays, you only need to plant spiritual plants and guide the younger generation.

If you have any requests, whether it be skills, instruments, pills, or talismans, just tell me! As long as it is possible, I, Sanguang Palace, will do my best to ensure that you break through to the foundation-building stage!"

On this day, two cultivators, one old and one young, found Li Qinglin.

Sanguang Hall? Li Qinglin was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered the origin of this organization.

Since cultivating immortals will inevitably involve disasters, one must walk the path of solitude.

Many cultivators inevitably become cold and aloof, and will not leave their cave unless necessary.

Therefore, many trivial matters will be handed over to Taoist children and strong men.

Sanguang Temple is one of them, playing a role of both good and evil, with a large amount of shady business! Although on the surface it provides services of renting and selling Taoist children and strongmen.

But they secretly trained some strong men and specifically targeted the weak and young cultivators who were about to die. After gaining their trust, they took away all their property! Li Qinglin even suspected that the "Three Lights" were probably robbing, burning and cheating everything.

"Thank you for your kindness, Taoist friend. I have been a free-spirited wanderer for a long time and cannot bear to be restrained. Please take care."

Li Qinglin slowly refused.

The moment I heard the answer.

A trace of surprise flashed across the faces of the two cultivators.

(End of this chapter)