Mortal's journey to immortality

"Is there anything I can do for you, this Immortal Master?" The middle-aged man walked up quickly with a smile and respectfully asked the stern-looking late-stage foundation-building monk next to him.

"Go away, you ant-like thing!" The monk waved his sleeves out, and the man's face turned pale instantly. A sudden force like a needle pricked him, and his body was thrown out unconsciously, and just when he was about to hit the ground hard, Wang Lu lightly activated his magic power, and the middle-aged man, who was just recovering from the shock, realized that he was intact.

The monk looked at Wang Lu with hatred. Wang Lu snorted coldly and said calmly: "If you don't want to die, put down twenty middle-grade spiritual stones and get out!"

"Okay, today I give in. There is a road between heaven and earth, and mountains and rivers meet each other. Please leave your name." The monk said fiercely, but he honestly threw twenty middle-grade spiritual stones to Wang Lu.

He had to pay. As the saying goes, a higher official level would kill a person. The same is true in the world of immortal cultivation. A higher level would kill a person. However, he was not a good person. He was a member of the three sects and the righteous Changyun Sect. He is a core disciple and the nephew of an elder of the Changyun Sect. He will have many opportunities to regain his position in the future.

"I am Song Liang. I am waiting for your advice at any time." Wang Lu said indifferently.

With his character, he would never even take a look at such noisy matters. This man was the young warrior who helped him deliver a letter to Chen Ya'er two years before his mother's death, even though he didn't know who this man was. How could he come to Xuanlang City tens of millions of miles away? So what could he do? If he didn't take action, he would definitely end up in pieces. This person could be considered one of the benefactors who had helped him. He couldn't just watch this person. Death is before his eyes.

The monk murmured Song Liang's name twice, gave him a cold look, and left in a hurry.

Although everyone knew some monks who were in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, after seeing Wang Lu's tyranny, they couldn't help but meddle in other people's business. After a while, the crowd watching around them also dissipated.

The middle-aged man came to Wang Lu humbly and was about to kneel down. Wang Lu stepped forward to help him up and said, "Is there any good inn in the city? Just lead the way."

The man raised his head and glanced at Wang Lu. He felt that he was completely different from the Immortal Master Wang Lu in his impression. He uneasily led Wang Lu out of the teleportation hall and went to the best inn in Xuanlang City.

The name of the inn was Long Guest House, and a young waiter quickly stepped forward to greet Wang Lu and the other two. Wang Lu asked him to arrange a superior guest room for himself, and then took the middle-aged man to the dining place of Long Guest House.

Wang Lu asked the waiter to serve some exquisite worldly dishes and fine wine. When the waiter was puzzled, he said, "Don't do it yet."

When cultivators meditate and practice, they absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so they don't need to eat at all. The spiritual food prepared for immortal cultivators is also rich in spiritual energy. If mortals eat it, they will basically explode and die.

When the waiter heard this, he hurriedly said with a smile: "Senior, wait a moment, the younger one will come as soon as he can."

Wang Lu smiled and asked the timid man to sit down and said, "Do you still remember the Wang family courtyard in Yunwu Mountain more than ten years ago? You sent a message to the Dream Sect millions of miles away for me."

Hearing this, the man's eyes widened, and he said with some excitement: "Master Immortal, it's really you, but what do you look like?"

Wang Lu smiled and said: "It's easy for us immortal cultivators to change our appearance. By the way, how did you get to this point when you sent me a message back then? I, the Dream Sect, should treat you kindly and become the leader of a gang or the richest man in the world. Is one side more than enough?”

"Oh, it's a long story. Today I have to thank the Immortal Master for saving my life. The villain Ding Feng can't thank you enough." Ding Feng said with emotion.

After the food and drinks were served, Wang Lu poured a glass of wine for him. Ding Feng, who was also a member of the Jianghu community, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, slowly telling the story: "At that time, I finally sent the jade slip to the Xiangxiang Kingdom. One and a half years passed. In the second year, I was transferred to Xiangxiang Kingdom and became the deputy gang leader of Xiang Gang, the largest gang in Xiangxiang Kingdom. However, there were many people who opposed me at that time, especially those who had already taken a fancy to the deputy gang leader. The second elder was particularly fierce. Under the persuasion of the gang leader, I devoted myself to practicing the martial arts secrets of the Xiang Gang. Finally, two years later, my martial arts improved greatly. Then, under my leadership, the Xiang Gang was destroyed one after another within a few months. After joining several small and medium-sized gangs, I finally got the recognition of most people in the Xiang Gang. But at this time, the second elder became more and more angry, and even arranged a woman beside me without leaving any trace. Who would have expected that, slowly Yes, this girl and I gradually fell in love. It was a done deal, and then I realized that this girl turned out to be the second elder’s never-before-seen youngest daughter. A year later, under Zhuo Jing’s persuasion, we withdrew from the world and took a large sum of money to live in seclusion. , we got married and gave birth to a baby girl. Unexpectedly, the little girl was suffering from a strange disease, and many famous doctors were helpless. I had no choice but to shamelessly find the branch of the Blood Sect of the Noble Sect in Xiangxiang Kingdom. Seeing this scene, the steward of the branch hall received my family of three. After testing, it was found that the little girl was born with blocked meridians, but she had the rare water-gold double spiritual root. The immortal master originally planned to recruit the little girl back to the sect, but no matter what, the little girl No matter how you practice, the magic power you have cultivated will be dissipated. Later, the villain inquired from many sources and found out that there is a kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure called Juemingcao in the sand area that can penetrate the meridians. The villain dispersed all his family wealth, and his father-in-law also spent his life. After saving up and going through many twists and turns, I arrived here a year ago. On the way, Zhuo Jing died of a serious illness. After arriving in this city, I relied on the remaining martial arts foundation to mix in the three sects and nine streams, but It is not enough to get even half a piece of spiritual stone, so the little girl can only rely on secular injections to survive. Now her life is hanging by a thread, and she still asks the immortal master to save her." As he spoke, the burly Ding Feng burst into tears, feeling deeply Wang Lu knelt down on the ground.

Wang Lu did not stop Ding Feng from kneeling. He frowned. Meridian obstruction is not only a terminal disease for mortals, it is also effective for monks. Even if there is magic power to open the meridians, the meridians of the human body do not exist individually. Instead, almost all meridians are closely connected, and a single move affects the whole body. Once one of them is forcibly destroyed, the rest of the meridians will also be affected. Damage, especially the meridians of immortal cultivators, once damaged, even with the warmth and nourishment of magic power, it will take several years to recover as before. This is for immortal cultivators who regard time as their fate and race against time to go against the will of heaven. , cannot be tolerated or allowed to happen. As Ding Feng said, there is indeed a kind of spiritual grass in the world of immortality that can cure this terminal disease. However, the Jueming Grass is really rare in the world. He has only heard that this kind of spiritual material exists in the sand field, but it is enough. It has not been found for more than a thousand years.

Wang Lu helped Ding Feng up with both hands. He looked at Ding Feng, whose eyes were full of tears and filled with the last glimmer of hope. He pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, brother Ding. If you hadn't kept delivering letters to me day and night, my mother would have I will leave with regrets. After eating soon, you can take me to see your wife. Although I, Wang Lu, have no other abilities, I am not an ungrateful person."

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Thank you, Immortal Master. We will set off now. The villain lives in Hanyi Alley in the west of the city." Ding Feng heard that Wang Lu was willing to give it a try. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and take Wang Lu with him. He returned home to treat his daughter.

Wang Lu knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Looking at Ding Feng who was devouring the food, he was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts, but he couldn't sort them out clearly.