The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Lindan Peak.

"Junior sister Tong, hasn't Zhan Nianchuan sent a message yet?" Wang Yan asked solemnly.

"Yeah, there's no news. I even wonder if this thing is broken." Tong Xi sighed while holding the Sky Chain Formation Plate.

Liu Yandan was sitting on the side with her cheeks propped up on her hands, her brows full of sorrow.

The three of them stopped talking, and the warm and bright room was filled with a dignified atmosphere.

Finally, Wang Yan broke the silence and said solemnly:

"I think we should let these elders go and stop spending resources on them."

Tong Xi immediately stood up and said loudly: "But they were trained by us. I am not willing to let them go like this. Besides, how can I explain to my father and Brother Zhan when they come back?"

Speaking of excitement, Tong Xi's eyes turned red and he looked like he was about to cry.

"They no longer want to stay here. If we continue to invest resources on them, we are filling a bottomless pit. It is better to use the resources on ordinary disciples. But this is also a lesson. In the future, disciples who use the Peak Foundation Establishment Pill to break through must use the way of heaven. I swear to be loyal to Lindan Peak forever." Wang Yan sighed helplessly, but still insisted on her opinion.

Liu Yandan on the side frowned slightly and also raised objections:

"Senior Sister Wang, but we have spent so many resources on them, wouldn't this mean all our previous efforts have been wasted? And without them, how can we support Lindan Peak?"

"Can we afford it with them?" Wang Yan asked.

"This..." Liu Yandan was suddenly speechless.

Wang Yan's eyes were firm and her voice was resounding, "Junior Sister Tong, Junior Sister Liu, more than eight months have passed now. It's time to face reality. We can no longer place all our hopes on Zhan Nianchuan."

"What we have to do now is to reduce consumption and at the same time be prepared to obey Liu Weimao's orders."

"what?!"

"Absolutely not!"

Tong Xi and Liu Yandan stood up together, feeling extremely angry and incredulous about following Liu Weimao's order.

It was this Liu Weimao who caused such misery to them and the entire Lindan Peak. This man was simply worse than a beast!

You must not obey his orders, no way!

Wang Yan sighed helplessly and said slowly: "How can I not hate this old bastard with all my teeth, but we can no longer give him an excuse to bully Lindan Peak, otherwise Lindan Peak will be really doomed."

There was silence in the room.

Tong Xi's face turned pale, and she sat helplessly on the chair, tears finally flowing out uncontrollably.

"Brother Zhan, come back quickly."

......

"Congeal!"

Zhan Nianchuan shouted this word in his heart for the seventh time.

With an extremely solemn expression, he fired out an alchemy technique, and then stared at the constantly rotating alchemy cauldron.

As the speed of the rapidly rotating Danding gradually slowed down, its firepower also began to decrease.

When the spinning alchemy cauldron slowly stopped, Zhan Nianchuan's eyes shone brightly as he executed the last elixir trick.

"boom!"

The lid of the cauldron flew up, and under the influence of Zhan Nianchuan's spiritual consciousness, two pale golden pills lay quietly inside.

It worked!

Still two pills!

Zhan Nianchuan had no time to rejoice. He quickly put away the two pills, then the Danding, the Spirit Gathering Formation, and the Trapping Dragon Formation.

After everything was done, Zhan Nianchuan breathed a long sigh of relief and lay motionless on the stone slab.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in his body was completely empty, and his body was extremely tired, but his eyes were extremely bright, like two little suns.

After more than nine months of planning, countless attempts and groping, we finally saw the dawn of success.

Now there is only half a month left before the Yandang City Auction Conference.

......

"Boom!"

As the stone door slowly opened, Wu Lei walked into the stone room with a lot of elixirs in his arms, and habitually placed the elixirs on the stone platform.

Then he took the jade bottle from Zhan Nianchuan and looked at the number of elixirs inside. He was a little surprised to find that it just met the requirements for the elixir refining task.

"There is no reward, you..."

His expression changed from shock to ecstasy, and it wasn't until Zhan Nianchuan nodded with a smile that he dared to believe that this had become a reality.

With tears in his eyes, Wu Lei tremblingly put the jade bottle into his arms, his movements extremely stiff.

Seeing him like this, Zhan Nianchuan frowned and quickly sent a message:

"Don't get excited. The time is today next month. Calm down and don't let anyone see anything."

Wu Lei took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down the turmoil in his heart. He gave Zhan Nianchuan a meaningful look, walked out of the stone room quickly, and sorted out the spiritual herbs on the cart outside.

Watching the stone door slowly closing, Zhan Nianchuan smiled slightly and immediately began to refine the elixir.

He had to quickly refine the elixir required by the mission and then take the elixir for practice. He had delayed for too long.

But what he didn't know was that a big storm was about to hit.

......

Wu Lei was extremely happy. With a bright smile on his face, he entered the stone chamber with a large pile of spiritual herbs briskly on his hands and feet. Just as he was about to place the spiritual herbs on the stone platform, a golden fist suddenly came towards him. There was a heavy bang in his chest.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream rang out, shaking the entire prison. The tall and thin man's expression changed, and he hurriedly fired a spell. The door behind him was immediately shrouded in a faint light curtain.

He flew to the door of Stone Room No. 5, looked at Wu Lei who was lying outside the door and was spitting out blood, his face as pale as paper, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Yi Wu, you are looking for death!"

"Looking for death, looking for damn death! I am the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace! You...ah~" Yu Minghong's hair was disheveled and he roared at the top of his lungs. He had an extremely noble status and was imprisoned here. For more than four months, he had been extremely irritable. When he saw Wu Lei with a smile on his face, a violent impulse suddenly burst out and severely injured Wu Lei with one punch.

"I'm going to kill you, ah~ah~"

The tall and thin man slapped Yu Minghong to the ground, then pulled out a rattan-like magical weapon and slapped him with a series of headless and faceless blows.

"You bitch, watchdog! Ah~~~"

Blood flew everywhere, and the tall and thin man was angered by Yu Minghong. He whipped Yu Minghong hard for more than fifty times, until his body was completely bruised. He collapsed on the ground and was speechless before stopping.

Only then did he remember Wu Lei, who was seriously injured, and looked at Wu Lei, who was already dying. He searched for a long time on his body, and finally found a yellow-grade low-grade healing elixir and fed it to Wu Lei, then raised his hand and said A transmission note was produced.