Cultivating To Immortality

Regarding the Heaven Mending Pill, this was merely Fang Hong’s current fantasy. When he saw the materials needed to refine the Heaven Mending Pill, he exclaimed that it was Heaven-Defying.

Looking closely, refining this Heaven Mending Pill actually required three thousand-year spirit medicines, five peak Level Seven Demonic Beast Cores, and five peak Level Seven Demonic Beast Souls.

What was even more astonishing was that those five Demonic Beast Cores had to be of the Five Elements attribute, otherwise, they would be completely ineffective.

These materials were all precious treasures.

Although the three thousand-year spirit medicines were incredibly valuable, Fang Hong still held a glimmer of hope, thinking that he might be able to try his luck and collect them during the opening of the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden.

However, those five peak Level Seven Demonic Beast Cores and five peak Level Seven Demonic Beast Souls would be much more difficult to obtain.

Peak Level Seven Demonic Beasts possessed terrifying strength; only Nascent Soul Cultivators would likely have enough power to slay them. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

His current cultivation was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and facing such Demonic Beasts, he might not even succeed in escaping, let alone acquiring their Demonic Beast Cores and Demonic Beast Souls.

Fang Hong smiled bitterly and put the Pill Formula back into his Storage Pouch.

This thing was indeed beyond his aspirations for now, so he decided not to think about it. It was simply impossible to achieve. Instead, he should focus on the present and make thorough preparations for his trip to the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden, which was the key.

After finishing his ancient texts research, Fang Hong temporarily put the matter of the Heaven Mending Pill out of his mind.

He took out an advanced Talisman Brush, then a large pile of blank Talisman Paper and Talisman Ink, arranging them neatly on the table. His eyes became focused, and he began to draw talismans.

Thus, over the next three months, Fang Hong embarked on a busy and fulfilling life.

Every day, he immersed himself in Cultivating by drawing talismans, practicing formations, and manipulating Spiritual Artifacts.

Time flew by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Early one morning, as the first hint of dawn appeared in the sky, Fang Hong awoke from his Cultivation state, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He closed the Immortal Cave’s stone door, then stepped onto his Fire Dragon Gourd and flew towards Qingyun peak.

During the flight, Fang Hong’s demeanor was calm.

Fang Hong touched the Storage Pouch at his waist, and the thought of having prepared five hundred Thunder Thorn Talismans and several thousand Intermediate Talismans filled him with immense peace of mind.

It was time to cause a ruckus in the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden. High-grade spirit medicine, Demonic Beasts, and those Cultivators from various sects who stood in his way—he wanted them all.

Approximately half an hour later, Fang Hong, riding his Fire Dragon Gourd, arrived at the summit of Qingyun peak.

The mountaintop was bare, devoid of flowers, grass, or trees, making the surroundings appear exceptionally vast.

At this moment, several disciples, both male and female, were already standing there, waiting.

Fang Hong’s gaze swept over them, noticing that the lowest cultivation of these disciples was at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

He landed beside the mountaintop, and the few individuals merely glanced at him indifferently before turning their heads back, each engrossed in their own thoughts.

Seeing this, Fang Hong did not disturb them further. He walked to a rock, found a place to sit, and patiently waited to depart for the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden.

Time passed slowly, and more and more disciples gathered on the mountaintop.

When the number of disciples reached fifty, no more disciples flew in.

Fang Hong recalled the information he had learned about the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden during his conversation with Elder Chen Tong on Earth Fire Peak that day.

Each time the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden opened, each sect could only send fifty disciples, no more than that number.

As for why this rule was in place, Elder Chen Tong said it was jointly decided by the Nascent Soul Old Ancestors of the major sects, and he did not understand the specific details behind it.

Fang Hong discreetly observed the forty-nine disciples around him, secretly assessing their strength.

Among these disciples, the lowest cultivation was at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, while the highest reached the peak of Foundation Establishment. They were likely the elite disciples of the sect.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as Fang Hong was patiently waiting, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

He looked up and saw two Old men flying rapidly towards the mountaintop.

One of the Old men, Fang Hong recognized; it was Elder Chen Tong, who guarded Earth Fire Peak.

The other Old man, dressed in a simple hemp robe and short in stature, Fang Hong did not know.

However, this hemp-robed Old man exuded a powerful Spiritual Qi pressure, like an invisible mountain pressing down, which made Fang Hong’s heart tremble.

Fang Hong secretly guessed that this Old man’s aura was so strong that he was very likely a Core Formation Stage Elder of the sect.

The two Elders landed in front of the Everyone on the mountaintop. Everyone quickly gathered around, and Fang Hong also immediately stood up and walked quickly into the crowd.

"This is Dharma Protector Elder Huang Xiong, a Late stage of Golden Core Cultivator of our sect," Elder Chen Tong briefly introduced the hemp-robed Old man to the disciples.

Upon hearing this, Everyone’ faces showed reverence, and they all said in unison.

"Greetings, Dharma Protector Elder."

Fang Hong’s heart was even more shocked. He hadn’t expected this hemp-robed Old man to be a Late stage of Golden Core Cultivator. No wonder his aura was so terrifying; in front of him, Fang Hong felt as insignificant as an ant.

Huang Xiong’s expression was calm. His gaze swept over the disciples, and he nodded slightly, then said to Elder Chen Tong.

"Distribute the items to them."

"Yes," Elder Chen Tong responded, then took out fifty gray cloth bags, white jade slips, and fifty Spiritual Artifact rings from his Storage Pouch, and began distributing them to the disciples present.

"The gray cloth bag is a special Storage Pouch that can be used to store spirit medicine without losing Spiritual Qi. All the spirit medicine you collect should be stored here," Huang Xiong’s deep and powerful voice resonated in everyone’s ears.

"Also, do not think about secretly hoarding spirit medicine. When you come out of the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden, you will undergo Spiritual Beast inspection. If any secretly hoarded spirit medicine is found, you will be severely punished," Huang Xiong’s gaze swept over the disciples, reminding them sternly.

The disciples’ expressions became serious, and they all nodded, taking Huang Xiong’s words to heart.

Huang Xiong continued.

"The white jade slip contains a simplified map of the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden, to facilitate your herb gathering inside. However, remember not to venture too deep into the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden, or if you are eaten by a high-level Demonic Beast, it will be your misfortune."

"At the same time, when the jade slip flashes white light, it means one month has passed. Crush the jade slip, and you will be teleported out. Remember this point as well."

"As for that ring, it is a small Spiritual Artifact. I have already cast a spell on it, so fellow disciples will sense each other within a ten-mile radius."

He picked up a ring and showed it to everyone.

"Once you enter the Evergreen Blessed Herb Garden, you will definitely be separated by restrictions. If you encounter fellow disciples, you must help each other, not kill each other, and unite against external threats, focusing primarily on gathering spirit medicine. Do you understand?"

Huang Xiong’s voice rose a few octaves, with a hint of sternness.

"Understood." Everyone responded in unison.