The Path to Becoming Immortal

"You two are both bad guys." The little girl pouted and grumbled when she saw that the two adults didn't come to help her.

"Haha, okay, mommy will hold you. Come and tell daddy what you said mommy was last night."

The woman smiled and hugged the little girl and sat down next to the man again.

"Hehe, mommy is a quilt." The little girl said in a baby voice.

As soon as the words came out, the two of them burst into laughter.

"What about daddy?" The woman asked again.

"Dad is a tree, a very big tree." The little girl said, her hands around her head and tried to draw a big circle.

"Haha, okay, then daddy will be Fei'er Big Tree." The man was immediately happy and hugged the little girl from the woman's arms.

"Yeah, daddy is a big tree, daddy is a big tree." The little girl jumped up as soon as she got into the man's arms.

Watching this scene, Ning Ping's heart was also quietly warmed up, but at this moment, the laughter between them gradually disappeared.

The space twisted slightly, and the scene changed. The sky darkened instantly, and it felt unusually cold.

The couple in the small building were thinking about something with sad faces.

The originally cheerful little girl was now lying on the bed very weakly, and she looked a little older.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, I feel much better today." The girl said sensibly, and a bright smile appeared on her pale and thin face.

"Well, Feifei, be good."

The woman's face had lost its spirit. She quietly wiped away the tears on her face, walked to the bed and caressed the girl's hair lovingly.

The man's face was livid, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his face was full of sadness. Then he turned his head and walked out.

Then he came to a room next to it. There was an alchemy furnace in the middle, and a desk by the window, and a bookshelf behind it.

Ning Ping saw the books on the bookshelf and his eyes were hot.

However, the man didn't seem to intend to use the alchemy furnace in the room.

He flipped his palm, and a blue flame suddenly rose from his palm. The blue flame was so hot that it twisted the nearby space.

Then, the man waved his hand and threw some spiritual medicines into it. Those spiritual medicines were refined out of thin air. He didn't recognize any of them.

Looking at this scene, Ning Ping was really shocked. Without the furnace, he could refine pills like this?

After a few breaths, those spiritual medicines turned into liquid medicines, and then merged together.

And those fused liquid medicines were like the roundness of nature, which was in line with the meaning of heaven.

After a while, the man did not make any special moves. After the blue flame went out, a pill was refined.

Even Ning Ping seemed to be able to smell the medicinal fragrance floating in the air, but he couldn't tell what kind of pill it was.

Upon closer inspection, there was a layer of obvious pill pattern on the pill, which was undoubtedly a super-grade pill.

But the next scene surprised Ning Ping even more.

The man picked up the newly refined pill and examined it carefully.

Perhaps he was dissatisfied or useless, so he rubbed his fingertips, a blue flame flashed, and the extremely precious super-grade pill turned into ashes.

Ning Ping, who saw this scene, felt distressed. Fortunately, he was only an invisible existence now, otherwise he really wanted to snatch it away.

Then, the man flipped his palm, and the blue flame rose again, and he began to refine again...

Ning Ping watched the man refining the pill eagerly, deducing his method and the timing of processing the spiritual medicine...

Like a dry riverbed, desperately absorbing.

After a long time, he was shocked to find that the pills refined by this man were all top-grade pills without exception.

But in the blink of an eye, they were ruthlessly destroyed one after another.

Ning Ping was very anxious and felt extremely sorry.

At a certain moment, the sun was setting, and the whole space was filled with sadness.

At this time, there was a small mound of earth and a small stone tablet next to the small building.

It read: My beloved daughter Yan Fei.

And the woman was lying on the bed at this moment.

Now the woman had completely lost her spirit, her face was pale, her eyes were empty, and her body was emitting a sense of twilight.

"Xinghe, don't be sad, I will be fine." The woman tried to put on a smile on her face, looking distressed at the man in front of her who was also extremely haggard.

"Yier, you have a good rest, don't think too much, I am still here." The man stroked the thin face in front of him helplessly.

'It turns out that the man's name is Yan Xinghe, and the woman's name is Dong Yi. ' Ning Ping secretly remembered it in his heart. It seems that Dong Yi's depression is caused by the heart disease of losing his daughter.

As the sun rises and sets, time passes, and the woman Dong Yi also becomes thinner and thinner.

And Yan Xinghe keeps refining pills, his body is sloppy, and he has lost the charm that Ning Ping had when he first met him.

Until one day.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Xinghe's palms rose with blue flames again, and the spiritual medicines were thrown into it again.

While refining, a sad mood also spread in the alchemy room, and a powerful Yuanshen power also set off waves in the alchemy room.

'Soul Refining Technique! ' Surprised, Zhong Ningping felt a familiar breath in it, but he couldn't remember it.

This breath was extremely grand and distant.

During the refining process, Yan Xinghe's eyes revealed an incomparable nostalgia and reluctance.

Ning Ping was also affected by this sadness, and felt as if he was about to lose something precious.

‘Forgetting Pill, I finally made it. ’

Yan Xinghe held the light blue pill in his hand, his eyes burst into excitement, and he murmured, and an amazing momentum burst out from his body.

Ning Ping was secretly shocked. He had only experienced such momentum in the Sutra Library before, which showed that his cultivation was so high that he could not imagine it at all.

His body suddenly blurred, and when he appeared again, he had come to the bedside.

“Yier, come and eat this pill, you will get better after eating it.” Yan Xinghe handed the pill over tremblingly.

The woman Dong Yi turned her head weakly to the side to avoid the pill handed over.

"Xinghe, they are too powerful. You and I both know that the real target of the curse on Feifei is me."

"Besides, I don't want to forget our daughter. Please let me remember her forever, okay?"

Dong Yi's face was full of pleading, and it seemed that he had already known the effect of the elixir.

Hearing this, Ning Ping was shocked, and was shocked that this strange elixir could make people forget their memories, far beyond his cognition.

What was even more surprising was that she mentioned "them", who were these "them"?

Listening to the meaning, it was hinted that the curse on the little girl and their current situation were actually caused by this so-called "them".

Yan Xinghe's cultivation was so powerful, but he had to be wary of them. How strong "they" would be, it was even more incomprehensible.