Seeking the Way of Immortality

Wu Zheng left the Treasure Pavilion and came to the hotel where he had dinner last time. He ordered a table of dishes and a few bottles of ‘Baihua Niang’ and started eating by himself.

“Waiter, what is the best wine in your store?” Wu Zheng called the waiter.

“Sir, in addition to ‘Baihua Niang’, our store also has ‘Xianrenzui’. Would you like to order some?”

“Ouch, I wonder how much this ‘Xianrenzui’ is worth? How much is ‘Baihua Niang’ worth?”

“Sir, ‘Xianrenzui’ costs 180 lower-grade spirit stones per pot, and ‘Baihua Niang’ costs 130 lower-grade spirit stones per pot. How much do you want?”

“Well, bring me 100 pots of ‘Xianrenzui’ and ‘Baihua Niang’ each.” Wu Zheng planned to stay in Fengyun Mountain Range for a while, so he asked for so much wine.

“Sir, wait a moment, I’ll call the shopkeeper over.”

Wu Zheng nodded. He also knew that the waiter could not make the decision, so he did not make it difficult for him.

After a while, a fat middle-aged man came over. Wu Zheng saw that the man was actually a cultivator in the foundation-building period. Fortunately, Wu Zheng's spiritual consciousness had made a breakthrough, otherwise he would not have been able to see it.

Unexpectedly, there was such a master in this ordinary hotel. It was really beyond Wu Zheng's expectations.

"I am Wang Ziyi, the shopkeeper of this store. I heard that you need a lot of fine wine." The shopkeeper said with a fist.

"Yes, senior, my elders need a lot of fine wine and asked me to come here to buy it. I wonder if you can help me?" Wu Zheng was also cunning and did not tell the truth. After all, you must be on guard against others. Finding an elder who is not necessary can also make people with ulterior motives afraid.

"One hundred pots of 'Xianrenzui' is 18,000 low-grade spirit stones, and one hundred pots of 'Baihuaniang' is 13,000 low-grade spirit stones, a total of 31,000 low-grade spirit stones, how about 30,000 low-grade spirit stones for you?"

"Thank you very much, senior!" Wu Zheng took the two storage bags handed over by Wang Ziyi, scanned with his spiritual sense, and handed over 300 medium-grade spirit stones.

"My friend, please enjoy the meal today!" Then he told the waiter, clasped his fists, and turned to leave.

Wu Zheng was not worried about being robbed at this time. On the contrary, he was not in a hurry to leave, but was fishing.

Wu Zheng ate slowly, and his spiritual sense scanned the surroundings and found that he was indeed being watched. He thought that he, a small cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, was underestimated. Of course, this was exactly what Wu Zheng wanted.

After eating for a long time, Wu Zheng walked slowly towards the South City Gate, and the people behind him followed Wu Zheng carefully.

"Hey, this kid is really brave. It's almost dark, and he dares to go out alone." A man who was following behind said.

"Old Five, this is a fat sheep. After doing this job, we can have a good time!" The man laughed.

"Don't bother, follow closely, don't get lost." A man said unhappily.

Immediately, several people stopped talking.

At this time, Wu Zheng had already left the city gate and rushed towards the Fengyun Mountains, contrary to his slow image just now, but he was always hanging on the five people behind him.

If Wu Zheng had used all his skills at this time, it is estimated that the few people who met later would have been scared away! This is not the result Wu Zheng wanted.

After a quarter of an hour, Wu Zheng's speed slowed down. He was more than fifty miles away from Luancheng. Wu Zheng stopped next to a forest and hugged his arms.

"Brothers have followed all the way, it's time to come out!" Wu Zheng said faintly.

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you kid. Why, don't you run!" The leading man sneered.

"Run, do you think I'm running? I'm just at the initial stage of foundation building, and I dare to be so presumptuous." Wu Zheng said disdainfully. He had fought against the monsters of the second stage, let alone the foundation building. Moreover, his cultivation had increased during this period, and he was just trying to test his own cultivation.

The five people who came were in the initial stage of foundation building, two were in the great perfection of Qi training, and two were in the ninth level of Qi training. Their strength was also very strong.

"Hmph, kid, don't you worry about your tongue slipping off." The foundation building cultivator said, and the people behind him immediately surrounded Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng took out the flying sword and the needle-shaped magic weapon, and took the lead. The magic weapon flying sword pointed directly at the foundation building cultivator, and the needle-shaped magic weapon launched a sneak attack on one of the ninth level of Qi training cultivators.

With a cry of 'Ah', the ninth level of Qi training cultivator fell to the ground, and the foundation building cultivator was even more angry. He was embarrassed to be attacked by a small Qi training cultivator in front of him, and the strength in his hands became stronger.

The body movement was unleashed, and another Lian-shi monk was killed. The five people in the field instantly became three. The foundation-building monk was fine, but the other two Qi-training monks were scared and were already in chaos when they attacked.

"Little bastard, what kind of magic do you use? Do you dare to fight openly?"

Wu Zheng was shocked. He had seen shameless people but not such a shameless one: "Fuck you openly, you have several people besieging me, and you still have the face to say that."

The foundation-building monk had never been scolded like this before, and his old face turned green.

In a flash, one person was killed, but Wu Zheng didn't even break a hair. The last Qi-training monk had turned around and fled, but unfortunately he would not get what he wanted.

Wu Zheng's body movement was extremely fast, and the needle-shaped magic weapon quickly stabbed out. The man only fled a few steps and then there was no movement. At this time, the foundation-building monk also felt that something was wrong: "Fuck, this time I kicked the iron plate!" He couldn't help but hate the owner of the hotel in his heart.

"My friend, let's talk it over. I was deceived, so please forgive me."

"Hmph, I forgive you. If my cultivation was a little worse, would you spare my life?" Wu Zheng asked back.

The foundation-building monk also knew that Wu Zheng would not spare his life: "In that case, don't blame me for being rude!" The foundation-building monk took out a long sword, which turned out to be a low-grade spiritual weapon. Although Wu Zheng had many magic weapons, he had never seen a spiritual weapon.

"Little bastard, it is your honor to die under my spiritual weapon."

The foundation-building monk no longer held back. With the long sword in hand, his combat power instantly increased. For a moment, Wu Zheng was also Alexander, and he was almost injured several times. Even Wu Zheng's body movements were slightly messy.

However, Wu Zheng was also a veteran. He had experienced all kinds of dangers. He stabilized in a moment, from the initial defense to now occasionally being able to fight back.

"Damn it, how can this kid still have spiritual power? It's really fucking abnormal." The foundation-building monk muttered in a low voice.

What he didn't know was that although Wu Zheng's cultivation was low at this time, the amount of spiritual energy in his body was nine times that of the cultivators of the same level. If the foundation-building monk knew in advance, he would never come to rob Wu Zheng.

In a short time, the situation on the battlefield was different. Now the foundation-building monk was defending and Wu Zheng was attacking. Wu Zheng's magic sword was also broken by the foundation-building monk's spiritual sword. At this time, Wu Zheng used the needle-shaped magic weapon to the extreme.

It was not easy for the foundation-building monk. Just when the needle-shaped magic weapon was about to make a contribution, the foundation-building monk felt it in his heart, and swung his long sword, and the needle-shaped magic weapon was broken. How could Wu Zheng give up such an opportunity? He rushed forward and swung his fists repeatedly, hitting the foundation-building monk so hard that he ran away with his head in his hands, and the spiritual sword was thrown to the ground.

Wu Zheng was angry. The needle-shaped magic weapon that had been with him for many days and had saved his life countless times at critical moments was destroyed just like that! .

Wu Zheng didn't calm down until he completely killed the foundation-building monk. Fortunately, he still had the spiritual sword and several flying swords as compensation, otherwise Wu Zheng would have suffered a great loss!

After collecting the storage bags of several people, Wu Zheng burned their bodies and headed towards the Fengyun Mountains again.

On the way, Wu Zheng opened the storage bags of several people and got a lot of spiritual stones. As for the skills, he didn't get any books, but he got four magic weapons and one spiritual weapon, which was a big harvest, and even some low-level herbs.

Wu Zheng sacrificed and refined the spiritual weapon sword. This method of sacrificing weapons is a small method in Wu Zheng's "Division of Spirits"! After all, sacrifice and refinement is the use of spiritual consciousness.

With Wu Zheng's current spiritual consciousness, these are all easy to do. On the way, Wu Zheng kept controlling the spiritual weapon flying sword. Because of his strong spiritual consciousness, Wu Zheng quickly got the hang of it.

Two days later, Wu Zheng appeared at the edge of the Fengyun Mountains.