Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

"The outer formation has been touched...I wonder which comrade came to visit?"

In the palace, everyone looked at each other, Zhao He put down his wine glass, got up and said:

"Wait, everyone, I'll go take a look."

After Zhao He left the main hall, everyone suspended the banquet and couldn't help guessing and discussing:

"Could it be those friends from Kong Qingchuan?"

"Maybe it's a new monk like Fellow Qingxu?"

"It's also possible, anyway, it can't be those people from Wuyin Island..."

While everyone was discussing, Zhao He came back with a weird look on his face, and there was a young body floating behind him.

On that body, the limbs have long been frozen stiff, and the skin is bruised, which is obviously a sign of the cold air entering the bones.

The coarse cloth clothes on his body were also torn everywhere, and the soles of the cloth shoes were worn through, and there were large bloodstains faintly visible on the palms, soles, knees and elbows.

Some bloodstains were even frozen into icicles, sticking to the bloody wounds.

"Um?"

The expressions of everyone in the hall were startled, and they all showed surprise.

"It's actually a mortal?"

Zhang Yao was also a little surprised, with a trace of curiosity in his heart.

"Then how did he get in?"

As a cultivator, he is very sensitive to fluctuations in aura.

Everyone in the hall could tell at a glance that the young man in civilian clothes behind Zhao He was cut off from the aura and had no trace of mana on him.

If there is no mana in his body, even a martial arts master should not be able to break through the outer formations.

"I found this man fainted on the mountain path leading into the Spirit Vein Land."

"I realized that he was just a mortal, so I used the 'Capture Curse' to bring him back first."

Zhao He said, and sat back on his seat.

The body of the comatose young man fell slowly and lay on the ground in the hall.

"let me see……"

Fatty Chen had a look of interest on his face.

He is usually responsible for maintaining the formation covering the land of spiritual veins, so at this moment, his curiosity is the most serious.

"Buzz!"

During the flow of mana, Fatty Chen's eyes flashed with crystal light, and a stream of light flew out, hitting the unconscious young man's body.

"I see."

Soon, Fatty Chen received the spell, showing a hint of bewilderment:

"This person is born with a powerful mind and soul, no less than a monk at the first level of Qi Refining, and he is somewhat resistant to combat."

"And he was in a very bad condition. At that time, he might have almost lost his sanity. That's why he accidentally avoided the ecstasy effect of the formation."

When everyone heard his explanation, they also understood.

The formation around the land of spiritual veins is mainly to confuse the mind and create an effect similar to "ghosts hitting the wall", so as to drive away beasts and mortals.

But if the mind is ignorant and the muddle is purely based on instinct, then it can avoid part of the ecstasy effect of the formation. After all, it is the simplest primary formation, and the effect is not strong.

"In that case, he's lucky."

Zhao He rubbed his chin, and sized up the unconscious young man:

"His miserable appearance... I don't know if he is being hunted down, or is there something else hidden?"

"You won't know until you wake him up."

As Zhang Yao said, he flicked his fingers, and a drop of jade dew flew out, falling into the mouth of the unconscious young man.

The jade dew infiltrated along the corners of the unconscious young man's lips, and soon turned into a warm current that swam through his body, expelling the cold and frostbite in his body, and restoring his essence.

"Um……"

Feng Lu woke up in a daze, opened his eyes, and saw the strange dome of the palace.

He was stunned for a moment, and he reacted abruptly after a while, turned over and sat up, and saw seven men and women with extraordinary bearing, elegant and dusty, sitting in the hall.

"This is... an immortal?!"

Feng Lu trembled all over, with great surprise and excitement in his heart, he knelt down on the ground suddenly, and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Fon Lubai sees all the elders!"

"The old mother in the boy's family is seriously ill and is dying. I beg all the elders to show mercy..."

With a wave of Zhang Yao's sleeves, a soft force lifted him up, and said in his mouth:

"Get up first and speak slowly."

"Yes Yes."

After Feng Lu got up, he saluted again before telling his own experience.

He was originally a scholar who lived in Siping Town at the foot of Tiandu Mountain. His family was poor, he worked hard and studied hard all day long, and lived with his mother.

A few months ago, his mother was seriously ill. He sold the only two acres of Susukida in the family and sought medical treatment everywhere, but he learned that his mother was terminally ill and there was no cure.

When he was in despair, he thought of the deeds of the immortal family he had heard since he was a child, so he risked his life and went to the depths of Tiandu Mountain to visit the immortals.

"I beg all the elders to show mercy..."

After Feng Lu finished speaking, his eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he knelt down.

"Well, he is a big dutiful son."

Zhang Yao, Zhao He and others couldn't help but feel slightly moved after hearing his narration.

Just looking at Feng Lu's miserable state, it's not difficult to guess how he used all his hands and feet, tried his best to withstand the icy cold wind, and climbed up to the depths of Tiandu Mountain little by little.

Such a tenacious will has to be admirable.

"Everyone."

Zhang Yao moved his fingers slightly, and after deploying the sound insulation spell, he opened his mouth and said:

"This Feng Lu is a scholar who has never even practiced martial arts in the mortal world. He is weak in energy and blood. He was able to climb a thousand-foot perilous peak to this point because of his pure heart to save his mother."

"In my opinion, we might as well lend a helping hand to make a good story happen."

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu is right."

Jiang Rou on the side spoke first, and said softly:

"Such a filial son is so moving, we can't turn a blind eye."

"Since he was able to break through the formation outside the land of the spirit veins, and begged to come before me, it means that it is also destined. You might as well give him a few fairy peaches and let him take them back to treat my mother."

Zhao He, Lao He and others heard the words, discussed it, and agreed with each other.

No matter how serious a mortal's illness is, it will be cured under the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The left and right are just a few fairy peaches, and there are so many peach orchards in the spiritual veins of Tiandu Mountain, but no one will care.

"such a pity."

Fatty Chen shook his head, showing a trace of regret, and said:

"If he can inquire about the Immortal Gate, relying on his spiritual superiority and tenacity, he might achieve even better than me in the future."

"It's a pity that he doesn't have spiritual roots, and he is doomed to miss the immortal way in this life."

Zhang Yao smiled and said:

"I think his long-cherished wish is just to be named on the gold list, to be a high-ranking official, and to be able to win the honor of his mother as an imperial wife after he shines on the lintel."

"Everyone has his own aspirations. Even if he really has a spiritual root and has the opportunity to step into the fairy gate, he may not become our comrades..."