Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Hehe... I knew you were here."

Zhang Xuan was startled.

Turning his head, he saw that it was the old grandpa.

The old grandpa was smoking a pipe and walked to the side of the spiritual field.

"Old grandpa..." Zhang Xuan didn't know what the old grandpa wanted to talk to him about.

The old grandpa took out an ancient card from his arms and handed it to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan took the ancient card and asked puzzledly: "What is this?"

"Ancient card to enter the secret realm of the Fairy Cat Cave."

Zhang Xuan inherited the host's memory, of course he knew what the ancient card was.

It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, a fairy cat fell in the Fairy Cat Cave and turned into a blood corpse god. Every year on the day of the sun, a drop of blood corpse god spring is produced.

Such a rare thing is sealed in the Fairy Cat Cave.

There are many restrictions outside the Fairy Cat Cave, and it is impossible to enter.

The elders of the Zhang family in successive generations have spent a lot of resources, but they have never been able to break the restrictions of the Fairy Cat Cave.

Until a hundred years ago, the restrictions of the Fairy Cat Cave weakened, and the day of the sun was the weakest time of the restrictions.

The elder of the Zhang clan took out the second-level forbidden-breaking formation, the Tiangang Breaking Formation, which was the bottom of the box, and could barely support the juniors in the early stage of Qi Refining to enter.

In addition to the Blood Corpse God Spring, there are also various rare spiritual materials in the Fairy Cat Cave, which can be said to be rich in opportunities.

However, opportunities are accompanied by dangers. The Blood Corpse God needs a large number of blood corpses, and these cultivators who have just entered Qi Refining have become the targets of the Blood Corpse God after entering.

Only one in ten cultivators can come out alive, and there has been only one cultivator who can bring out that drop of Blood Corpse God Spring safely in the past ten years.

Even so, there are many early Qi Refining cultivators who are determined to go against the will of heaven and take lives.

"Grandpa, where did you get the ancient tablet?"

"There is a free entry quota in Temple Street. Several old guys in our Temple Street discussed it and gave it to you."

"It's too expensive. You need to collect at least 100 spiritual stones to buy this ancient tablet, and it is out of stock. I can't accept such a valuable thing."

"If I give it to you, you should accept it."

"Why?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled.

"Hehe... You can pick up high-level spiritual feces every time. Once or twice is luck, but if you can get such a harvest every time, it means strength."

"Just because I am good at picking up feces, you give me such a valuable ancient card?"

The old grandfather took a puff of cigarette and said, "Actually, we have something to ask you."

"I am only at the first level of Qi Refining..." Zhang Xuan knew there is no free lunch.

"We are not asking you to do anything dangerous. The most dangerous thing in entering the Fairy Cat Cave is the fight for the Blood Corpse Divine Spring. What we ask you to do is to find fecal stones."

"What fecal stones?" Zhang Xuan was a little confused.

"The Fairy Cat Cave is a closed secret realm, and the restrictions have only weakened in the past hundred years. There used to be a large number of second- and third-level high-level spirit beasts in it. The spirit feces produced by these spirit beasts have become rare fecal stones over time."

"You want me to pick up fecal stones?"

"Yes, those proud sons of heaven are fighting for spiritual herbs and blood corpse springs. We are not greedy. As long as you find fecal stones, you can get 50-50. You take half and the remaining half will be added to the Temple Street Public Treasury."

"I..."

"What do you mean you and I? It's settled."

After saying that, the old man turned around and left with his pipe in his mouth.

Zhang Xuan held the ancient card in his hand, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

When did he not want to turn over?

If he could enter the secret realm of the Fairy Cat Cave to find opportunities, as long as he could come out alive and bring out enough resources, he would no longer worry about the scarcity of cultivation resources.

However, there are thousands of young people who enter every year to rob the blood corpse spring, and less than a hundred come out alive.

Many of these people are the chosen ones of the inner group, with plenty of cultivation resources, and many of them have reached the third level of Qi Refining.

In addition to their cultivation, these people also have various self-defense magic tools, talismans, and life-saving pills.

Temple Street is the edge of the outer group, and he is even poorer. Now he is only at the first level of Qi Refining. What can he compare with these people in the inner group?

"There is still half a year before the secret realm opens, so I simply don't care about it anymore." Zhang Xuan threw the dominoes directly into the corner.

When he woke up the next day and opened the door, Zhang Xuan actually found that the white fog outside was all fog.

"This fog is too thick... No, my spiritual field!"

Zhang Xuan hurried to the spiritual field.

The fog is not an ordinary fog, but a corrupt gas that floats from the depths of the Black Domain Forest and can corrode the spirituality of the spiritual land.

In the past, the fog was only floating on the edge of the outer group of Zhangjiaji, but now the fog has penetrated into the outer group of Zhangjiaji.

When Zhang Xuan arrived at his spiritual land, he found that the spiritual seedlings on the spiritual land had wilted, and the spirituality of the spiritual land was also weakened by the invasion of the fog barrier.

"My land——"

Zhang Xuan heard a shrill howl and turned his head to see that it was the crooked-necked uncle.

When he was young, the crooked-necked uncle fought with a spiritual beast and injured his neck. After the healing, his neck has been crooked.

Since then, the crooked-necked uncle has calmed down and never went to the Black Forest to hunt spiritual beasts again. He just tended his seven-tenths spiritual field.

The crooked-necked uncle's spiritual field is next to Zhang Xuan's spiritual field.

Zhang Xuan walked over and found that the crooked-necked uncle's spiritual field suffered more serious disasters than his, and many spiritual seedlings had died.

Seeing Zhang Xuan coming over, the crooked-necked old man said, "Xuan'er, you came at the right time. The fog barrier has come and many of the spiritual seedlings in the spiritual fields of the neighbors have died. I see that the spiritual seedlings in your spiritual field are still alive, and the spiritual loss of the spiritual field is not that serious. What method did you use?"

"Method?" Zhang Xuan thought deeply, "Oh, by the way, I have been spreading spiritual manure in the spiritual field recently."

"Spiritual manure? Yes, yes, yes, spiritual manure can increase the spirituality of spiritual fields. If you want to save these spiritual fields, you need more spiritual manure."

After saying that, the crooked-necked old man walked towards the old grandfather's house in Temple Street.

Zhang Xuan followed him.

When he arrived at the old grandfather's house, Zhang Xuan found that there were already hundreds of people surrounding him. It seemed that they were not the only ones who knew that spiritual manure could preserve the spirituality of spiritual fields.

"Old grandfather, the fog barrier is raging, and the spirituality of the spiritual fields will soon be exhausted. I want to borrow some spiritual manure and return it double when the fog barrier retreats."

Zhang Xuan was not unfamiliar with the person who spoke. It was Zhang Sanqian, a large grain grower in Temple Street.

Zhang Sanqian has 30 acres of spiritual fields in Temple Street, and the annual output of spiritual grain can reach 3,000 kilograms.

When the fog barrier comes, it is naturally the worst hit.

What Zhang Sanqian is most worried about now is not the spiritual seedlings on the spiritual fields, but whether he can preserve the spirituality of his 30 acres of spiritual fields.

The old man shook his head and said, "Before you, dozens of fellow tribesmen who had suffered disasters had come here, and they had already borrowed all the spiritual manure."

"No spiritual manure?!"

There was another commotion in the crowd.

"Then let's go to the Black Domain Forest to find spiritual manure." A young man said.

Zhang Xuan looked and found that it was Zhang Dawu who spoke.

The old man shook his head again and said, "The deeper you go into the Black Domain Forest, the thicker the fog barrier will be. There are a large number of barrier beasts in it. If you are not careful, the high-level Qi Refiners will suffer, and distant water cannot quench the thirst near."

The high-level Qi Refiners are people above the sixth level of Qi Refining, which is far from being comparable to these low-level Qi Refiners.

In the past, when fog barriers appeared, not to mention the people from the outer group of Zhangjiaji, even the masters from the inner group of Zhangjiaji would stay at home and would not go to the Black Domain Forest to hunt again.

The crooked-necked old man said anxiously, "We can't just watch the spiritual fields that we have been tending to for most of our lives being destroyed like this!"

"Yes, yes..." Everyone talked at once.

At this time, three people walked in from outside, and the leader was Zhang Yingjie, the inner genius of the Zhang family.

"What is the inner genius doing in our temple street?" Everyone was puzzled.