Chu State, Bishui Sect.

The fairy city stands on the vast plain, behind which are towering mountains and clear waters.

The mountains are lush and green, like a dragon lying on the earth, surrounding a vast lake, with pavilions and towers connected along the lake.

In the center of the semi-curved mountain is a huge clear water lake with pavilions and towers rising and falling.

On this day, a spirit ship came from the depths of the wilderness and rushed straight into the Bishui Sect. Then, the figure of a foundation-building cultivator flew down from the spirit ship and headed towards the main hall deep in the Bishui Sect.

"Hey, isn't this Shi Sichang who is in charge of the Wilderness Market? Why is he running back in such a hurry?"

"This guy is really unlucky."

Some monks from the Bishui Sect saw the figure jumping off the spirit ship and wanted to say hello, but they found that Shi Sichang ignored them and rushed into the Bishui Hall.

"What happened?"

Inside the Bishui Palace.

"Disciple Shi Sichang pays homage to the head master uncle."

When the Bishui Sect Leader saw Shi Sichang entering the hall, he hurriedly said, "Hurry up and take out the things."

Shi Sichang did not dare to delay and took out a jade box from his storage bracelet and presented it to the head of Bishui.

"Master, please look. This is the copper mountain we found on the body of the seriously injured foundation-building cultivator."

The leader of the Bishui Sect grabbed the bronze mountain from the jade box.

This copper mountain is about the size of a hand-held object, and its surface emits a hazy green light, giving people a feeling of natural charm.

The moment the leader of the Bishui Sect used his spiritual sense to sense the Copper Mountain, a divine aura was released from the Copper Mountain, and one more piece of information appeared in his sea of ​​spiritual sense.

After digesting the information, the leader of the Bishui Sect slowly sat down on the main seat in the hall, squinting his eyes to digest the information in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"The inheritance left by the Jindan monk?"

Just now.

The information delivered to him in Tongshan was not complicated. It introduced the life and cultivation experience of a Taoist friend named Gao Yi, as well as a lost cave map.

Daoist Gao loved beautiful girls all his life and enjoyed teaching them. He could not bear to see his life’s cultivation disappear before his death, so he left behind a cave, waiting for the right person.

"No, he is a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator."

The eyes of the Lord of the Bishui Sect were bright. The information recorded that Daoist Brother Gao Yi was extremely blessed and actually obtained an infant-forming pill and the purple sun warm jade to nourish the elixir. Unfortunately, he still failed to achieve a breakthrough.

"The Infant Forming Pill."

Thinking of this, the leader of the Bishui Sect felt a pain in his heart as if a knife was cutting him.

It would be great if I gave it to him.

"Fortunately, there is still Ziyang Nuanyu."

After feeling heartbroken for a while, the leader of the Bishui Sect gathered his thoughts. The Infant-forming Pill was gone, but the Ziyang Warm Jade should still be there.

Thinking of the Purple Yang Warm Jade, he couldn't help but think of the ruins discovered decades ago. The two pieces of Purple Yang Warm Jade were taken away by the Yuanying Patriarch of the Yunshang Sect. As for whether there were other spiritual objects in the ruins, he knew nothing about it after the Yuanying Patriarch's search.

Last time, it was because too many people knew about the ruins.

And this time.

"call."

The leader of the Bishui Sect suppressed the excitement in his heart.

May our ancestors bless us and may God bless our clan.

Thinking of this, he was still a little worried and looked at Shi Sichang in front of him, "Have you dealt with the severely injured foundation-building cultivator?"

"Reporting to the head master, I have dealt with it cleanly and scattered the man's ashes."

Under the gaze of Bishui Sect Master, Shi Sichang felt the pressure, "When I was collecting his storage ring, I found some swallowed spiritual grass roots, broken magic tools and other things, and the other thing was this bronze mountain.

After noticing something strange about Bronze Mountain, the disciple reported it to the sect without any delay.

In addition, this person should have wanted to go to the depths of the wilderness to open up opportunities, but due to his lack of strength, he was attacked by monsters.

I had eaten up all the pills I brought with me, and even the spiritual herbs I dug out were almost eaten raw, so I had to retreat. On the way, I went to my sect's market to buy healing pills.

At this point, I found a few empty medicine bottles in his storage bracelet. From the residual medicinal smell, I can judge that there are Yuanjing Dan for treating physical injuries and Huiyuan Dan for restoring vitality. "

"Did you show the medicine bottle to the alchemist?"

"No, it was my own judgement."

As he spoke, Shi Sichang took out a few empty medicine bottles with the mark of Tianxialou on them.

After grabbing the empty medicine bottle and examining it, the Bishui Sect Master nodded and said regretfully, "You did a good job, but it would be better if you could catch him alive and search his soul.

Then, he turned to Shi Sichang and said, "Come forward, I will investigate it myself."

"yes."

Shi Sichang nodded. He had thought about this a long time ago and did not feel much rejection.

The leader of the Bishui Sect placed his palm on Shi Sichang's head. After searching his soul, he nodded, and the solemn expression on his face eased.

What this disciple said was correct. As for minor problems, such as the few spirit stones left over from the seriously injured foundation-building cultivator, they were nothing compared to the opportunities carried in the Bronze Mountain.

With this thought in mind, the leader of the Bishui Sect patted Shi Sichang on the shoulder and said, "Shichang, this matter is of great importance, so Uncle Master has no choice but to act this way."

"Brother Hong Yun passed away, and you were assigned to guard the wasteland. I know the resentment in your heart, but as the sect master, I also have difficulties."

The Bishui Sect Master spoke with a look of relief, "You were able to not keep the opportunity for yourself and immediately report it to the sect. This shows your loyalty to the sect. Uncle Master is also very pleased."

"The sect will reward you for your merits, so you should return to the sect to practice. The sect will fully support you in advancing to the Golden Core Stage.

Even if you fail to advance to the Golden Core stage, Uncle Master will prepare a third-level demon core for you, allowing you to advance to the Fake Core stage and inherit Senior Brother Hong Yun's legacy in the sect, okay?"

"I will die for the disciples of the sect."

Shi Sichang fell to his knees. This was exactly what he wanted.

When he obtained the Bronze Mountain, he hesitated whether to take it for himself, but the news passed down from the Bronze Mountain said that the cave treasures were buried hundreds of thousands of miles deep in the wilderness, with countless monsters and boundless miasma. If he broke in, he would almost die.

As for advancing to the Golden Core Stage, he didn't have much confidence in himself, so he might as well try for a chance at a fake elixir.

In addition, Shi Sichang also understood that in order to keep the news confidential he would be kept in the sect. These were all things he desired. As for the talk of silencing him, it was unlikely to happen.

Ever since his master, Master Hong Yun, passed away, he, as a disciple, was sent to the wilderness to look after the place.

But who could have thought that God would not block his way.

Just half a month ago.

He was still a poor little guy banished to the market in the wilderness. Suddenly, a foundation-building cultivator with a hidden aura came to the market and went to the market to buy a second-level healing pill.

After decades of development, the market town no longer restricts the flow of resources. More and more people go to the wilderness to build their foundations, and second-level elixirs are selling very well.

However, the injuries sustained by this Foundation Establishment Monk were too severe, and he revealed his flaws and was targeted by other Foundation Establishment Monks. As soon as they left the market town, they started fighting with others.

As the signature foundation of the Bishui Sect based in the market town, Shi Sichang naturally could not turn a blind eye to it.

As luck would have it, the injured foundation-building cultivator actually severely injured the one who launched a sneak attack.

There were two seriously injured foundation-building monks in the wilderness, so he immediately decided to make some extra money for himself by acting as a third party.

I didn't expect that once this third party became involved, it would cause some big problems.

…

After pacifying Shi Sichang, the leader of the Bishui Sect fell into silence.

He naturally noticed Shi Sichang's little thoughts when searching his soul, but it was not a big problem and was nothing compared to the opportunity.

According to the information conveyed in the Bronze Mountain, there are three levels in the cave left by Daoist Fellow Gao Yi, and each time a level is broken, there will be some treasures.

Only by breaking through the three perspectives in succession can one obtain most of his life's treasures and the experience of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, as well as an unimaginable great opportunity.

"This time it must be kept secret!"

Thinking of what happened decades ago, the leader of the Bishui Sect couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart again.

"Old Tianyang, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!"

There was a gleam in the eyes of the leader of the Bishui Sect. Even if it was the experience of a failed Nascent Soul advancement, it was what all the ancestors of the Bishui Sect had dreamed of.

"Keep it a secret, it must be kept a secret!"

"This is an opportunity unique to our Bishui Sect."

"Someone, tell Elder Xuanling and Elder Shuiyuan to go to the Patriarch's Hall."

Now, there are only three of them who have reached the Golden Core stage in the Bishui Sect. Elder Shui Yuan has not yet recovered from the severe injuries he suffered in the last visit to the Nine-Layered Immortal City.

After being beaten, one of the sect's three most powerful golden elixirs was lost. The leader of the Bishui Sect could only endure and suppress his anger, wanting to see what was happening in the Youhuang Valley.

After all, Xuan Ling's strength is only slightly stronger than Shui Yuan, so it would be a waste of time to go there.

As for him, the sect leader, he cannot take action. If he does not take action, he can still save face. But if he fails to win, the reputation of the Bishui Sect will be completely lost.

But unexpectedly, the women in Youhuang Valley were so patient.

It turned out that his Bishui Sect was made the scapegoat and lost one of its Jindan fighters in a short period of time.

Inside the Patriarch Hall.

When the two Jindan Zhenren Shui Yuan and Xuan Ling came in, they saw the leader of the Bishui Sect was burning incense to the ancestors of all generations.

"Is there something wrong, Master Brother?"

The leader of the Bishui Sect offered incense respectfully and handed the bronze mountain to the two elders.

"Master, this..."

After the two Jindan elders read it, even their breathing became heavy.

"It must be kept secret. Do not let other sects know about it."

"I have already arranged for Junior Brother Shi to stay in the sect. You and I are the only ones who know about this matter. This is an opportunity for my Bishui Sect."

"My two junior brothers, you must remember the lessons we learned decades ago!"

"May our ancestors bless us, may our ancestors bless us." Xuan Ling Zhenren came to the ranking of the ancestors of all generations and lit incense.

…

After some discussion, the three of them came to a decision.

"Junior Brother Shui Yuan, you stay at the sect, Junior Brother Xuan Ling and I will go explore the cave left by this righteous fellow Taoist."

"Master, please bring the talismans and ancestral magic weapons with you."

…

Chance Mountain.

Well...it's the place where half of the mountain was cut off.

Shen Lian gave this place such a good and easy-to-understand name.

Here, he was busy for nearly two years, he came up with many ideas and finally came to a conclusion.

The more complicated something is, the easier it is to make mistakes. High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Originally, he wanted to continue using the jade slips to leave messages and spread the relevant information to several nearby immortal cultivation kingdoms. This would create an explosive effect and attract cultivators from all directions, but Shen Lian later abandoned this idea.

He had used this method to frame Heiya in the South China Sea. Although there was a vast ocean between the Wilderness and the South China Sea, this distance was nothing for a Nascent Soul cultivator.

If someone combines these two things together, it will always be a bit troublesome.

In addition, the news broke out all of a sudden, which easily made people suspect whether it was pushed by someone behind the scenes.

When doing something sinister, it is better to do it in a subtle way.

The more secret it is, the more curious people become.

The more you don't want others to dig you out, the more people will try to dig you out, and these people who dig you out will believe it more and more.

As for the introduction, Shen Lian had already sent it out through the Wilderness Market of the Bishui Sect, and the next step was to wait.

The foundation-building cultivator who was in charge of the market town of Bishui Sect was quite smart. He did not bother him to think for him and went back to report to the sect first.

…

[Calm your mind, gain +3 points]

[Calm your mind, gain +2 points]

…

[Calm your mind, gain +2 points]

[Calm your mind, gain +4 points]

In the small round cave, Shen Lian, who had just finished his daily practice, slowly opened his eyes, and sensed the surrounding area with his mind, and found that everything was quiet and safe.

There was no sign of anxiety on his face.

There are three key points in fishing.

First, be patient.

The second thing to look at is resources.

The third is that there is no female companion.

He has met the first and third requirements, and now he is just waiting for the resources to come.

I believe that the Bishui Sect will not be able to hold back and will come quietly.

With the endorsement of the Jindan cultivator of the Bishui Sect, once the cultivators of other sects know the secret of the cave, the probability of believing it will naturally increase greatly.

There will be no need for publicity at that time, just look at the efficacy.

As for why he got the opportunity to reach the half-step Nascent Soul stage, Shen Lian had no idea.

He wants to get an opportunity to reach the Nascent Soul level. Once the situation gets out of hand, the Yunshang Sect will have to intervene again, and by then there will be big changes.

…

The mountains and fields are dark and damp due to the perennial miasma, which breeds many mosquitoes, snakes and ants.

In the dim light, two figures slowly fell from the miasma. They were the leader of the Bishui Sect and the Xuanling Zhenren.

The eyes of the Bishui Sect Master glowed green, and he used his pupil technique to scan around, taking in the entire scene.

"No wonder we chose this place. It turns out there are still third-level spiritual veins left here."

Xuan Ling Zhenren also sighed, "With such a majestic mountain and the blessing of spiritual veins, I wonder how prosperous it was in the past.

Unfortunately, there are too many miasma here, and our sect is not strong enough. Otherwise, if we just search for opportunities in the wilderness, our sect will have a chance to advance to the Nascent Soul stage."

The leader of Bishui Sect did not respond to Xuanling's words. The sect had done this before, but unfortunately the income was not enough to cover the expenses, and the cost and benefits were too different.

We dare not go to the deeper wastelands. If we go there, it will not be a matter of cost, but a matter of becoming manure.

“This is it.”

After the two of them circled the giant mountain, they came to a small forest at the foot of the mountain that was filled with a rotten smell.

"Brother, I'll be in front."

A black light flashed in Xuan Ling Zhenren's hand, and the magic water-dividing ruler was grasped in his hand, and a green talisman was also reflected on his body.

On this trip, they brought most of the sect's foundation with them.

The goal is to succeed once and bring the opportunity back to the sect.

“Buzz!”

When the two men stepped into the grove and took out the Bronze Mountain to activate it, the thick rotten branches and leaves on the ground suddenly trembled, and a whirlpool-like wave emerged and swallowed the two men in.

What I wrote yesterday was to spread the message out. I wrote two thousand words in one go. Then as I was writing, I found that it was a bit uneasy, so I deleted it.

(End of this chapter)