Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 593

[Chapter 592: Fake Pill Reconstruction (Additional Updates Asking for Monthly Tickets)]

Mysterious Abyss.

When Fang Xi looked around, he saw a dark lake, no… it was the sea!

It is boundless, like a black ocean, with a hint of strange breath.

This is the ‘Xuanming Heavy Water’, also known as the ‘Xuanming Black Water’, which is unique to Xuanming Abyss. It is said that even if a cultivator’s magic weapon or spiritual weapon is immersed in it for a moment, its spirituality will be greatly lost and it will turn into scrap copper and iron.

If the body of a low-level cultivator is affected, it will be even more troublesome. If they cannot get timely treatment and the water poison enters their marrow, then apart from swallowing special elixirs, they can only watch the poison of the Mysterious Dark Heavy Water corrode their Dantian, and eventually gradually become a mortal…

For cultivators, the loss of magic power and becoming a mortal is a torture more horrible than death!

Even so, a large number of low-level cultivators still gathered near Xuanmingyuan, establishing clans, reproducing offspring, and recruiting disciples.

Fang Xi could only sigh in his heart that every time there is a disadvantage, there is always a benefit.

Although the Xuanming heavy water is so troublesome, it can also be refined into several special and sinister magic weapons.

At the same time, many special spiritual creatures and monsters were also produced in Xuanming Abyss.

Although those big sects are somewhat jealous of the benefits of this place, they are unwilling to let many disciples stay here and plunder spiritual objects at the risk of damaging their cultivation.

Therefore, it has become a gathering place for independent cultivators, with a steady stream of them burying their bones in the black water, while the big sects and big forces hide behind the scenes, secretly squeezing away most of the production of Xuanming Abyss by means of supporting agents, opening markets and other means.

But the more this happened, the more lively Xuanmingyuan became, as if there were endless casual cultivators dying…

When Fang Xi thought of all this, he could only sigh.

Of course, independent cultivators don’t want to get involved with the Xuanming heavy water, but if they don’t, other places won’t even have a chance to breathe.

In Xuanmingyuan, there are still some opportunities, so almost every moment there are independent cultivators coming here with their families, spending their entire lives and even their descendants in Xuanmingyuan, hoping that one day a high-level cultivator will emerge in the family and lead the family or sect to escape from this predicament.

Although this hope is still slim, anything can happen in the world of immortal cultivation!
Fang Xi is still dressed in black clothes and a bamboo hat, and his mana fluctuates around the Nascent Soul stage.

Last time, I saved City Lord Zhang outside Feiri City. Although it was just a coincidence, it was also a way to repay the Li family.

In addition, the seeds of “Fang Yuan’s cultivation of immortality” were secretly planted.

After all, being favored by a Nascent Soul master makes it quite possible for one to be promoted to the Jindan Nascent Soul stage in the future.

By then, maybe I can pick this vest up and continue using it!
…

Kongsang Mountain.

This mountain is majestic and tall, stretching for countless miles, and the mountain range is full of a kind of strange mulberry trees.

This kind of mulberry tree is purple all over, and the mulberry leaves it produces are very popular with the “Black Silkworm”. The silk spewed out by this kind of spiritual silkworm is a rare thing that will not be corroded by the Xuanming heavy water. It can be forged into magical tools such as fishing nets and ropes, and it is like a fish in water in the Xuanming Abyss environment.

At the top of a mountain in Kongsang Mountain, there is a market called “Kongsang Market”.

Every year, the ‘Black Silkworm’ magic tools and treasures sold in the market…account for several percent of the market’s profits.

With a flash of light, Fang Xi landed in front of the market on the top of the mountain.

After entering the misty formation, he suddenly felt his body relax a lot.

“This Kongsang Mountain also has a fifth-level spiritual vein…”

Although Kongsang Mountain is called a mountain, it is actually an endless mountain range with abundant spiritual energy.

Standing on the top of the peak, Fang Xi could overlook part of the scenery of Xuanming Abyss.

At the foot of a mountain somewhere, there is a huge dock where many spirit boats are moored.

These spirit boats are pitch black and seem to be built with a special kind of wood, so that they can resist the erosion of the Xuanming heavy water.

On the deck and the hull, there were runes moving around, gathering into a thick light shield, which obviously had very good defensive capabilities.

There are not many spirit boats docked at the dock now, probably because most of the spirit boats are in the Xuanming Abyss.

“Senior, do you need a guide?”

After entering the market town, several monks came forward with flattering looks on their faces.

No, it’s not quite accurate to say he is a monk.

Fang Xi looked at one of them and saw that he looked middle-aged, with thick joints on his hands, dark skin, a weathered look on his face, and a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

The most important thing is that there are several dark lines on this person’s neck.

These dark lines seemed to have eroded into the skin texture, causing this person to show a trace of pain on his face from time to time.

And its breath was constantly weakening, almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

“It’s you.”

He pointed at the middle-aged man.

“Thank you, senior.”

The middle-aged man hurriedly thanked him: “My name is Duanmu Centipede. I wonder what this senior wants to buy? I have been in Kongsang Market for decades and I am familiar with some of the shops…”

“Wait a minute, how did you end up like this?”

Fang Xi frowned.

“Senior, you are from another place, right? Perhaps you have never seen a cultivator with water poison in his body…”

Duanmu Wu looked at the unique decorations on Fang Xi’s body, smiled bitterly and replied, “It is common to be contaminated by Xuanming Heavy Water when making a living in Xuanming Abyss. I didn’t pay attention to it before, but later I couldn’t afford the ‘Water Purification Pill’ to remove water poison, so isn’t this the only way?”

“I’m not that bad. At least I’m young enough. Although I’ve lost all my magic power, I’m still alive… The worst thing is that I heard that there was a Jindan cultivator who was accidentally attacked by a unique demon fish in the depths of Xuanming Abyss. The Xuanming heavy water penetrated deep into his internal organs and dantian. Before he could return to the market, his cultivation dissipated and he fell to the foundation-building stage. He was quite old and died directly…”

“This Xuanming heavy water is indeed extremely poisonous…”

Fang Xi sighed.

In fact, he had gone to the lake to play in the water a long time ago. The Xuanming heavy water was extremely lethal to low-level cultivators, but it was just average to the Nascent Soul and could be quickly refined by the Infant Fire.

As for the Jindan cultivators, it wouldn’t be much of a hindrance even if they jumped in to take a bath.

How many Yuanying and Huashen monks are there in a sect? How could they all change their professions and become fishermen?

“To dissolve the golden elixir?”

Fang Xi touched his chin and suddenly thought of something!

“Those fake pill cultivators will never make any progress in their cultivation… But if they first feed them ‘Mysterious Heavy Water’ to dissolve the fake pill, and then take ‘Purifying Water Pill’ to remove the water poison… wouldn’t they be able to return to the foundation-building stage, and then practice again, with a hope of condensing a golden pill?”

“However, the fake pill cultivators in the lower world also have to look at their age. If they are over 200 years old, and they don’t use the longevity elixir, once the fake pill dissolves, the person will also die…”

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‘This is the path to rebuilding the fake elixir… As expected, with the improvement of the cultivation level, many things that seemed impossible before can become possible.’

Fang Xi just thought about it casually. Although he had many fake alchemy cultivators under his command, he was not willing to go through so much trouble.

In fact, when he was in the Nascent Soul stage, he was almost certain to break through the bottleneck that prevented him from practicing the fake elixir.

As for inspiration, it comes from the ‘method of refining infants with magic fire’.

Even the outer primordial infant who could not improve his cultivation could continue to improve, so what was a fake pill?
It was just that the materials consumed were too precious and required a large amount of magic fire, so he was stupid to do so.

Now this Xuanming heavy water is inexhaustible. If I see a Lower Realm fake elixir cultivator under 200 years old and with extraordinary talent in the future, I can give him a bottle to help him transform his elixir into a new cultivation…

“But this is also a paradox… If he is really a brilliant man, why doesn’t he form a regular pill, but instead advance to a fake pill? Why is he cutting off his own path?”

Fang Xi burst out laughing, thinking that he was overthinking.

He said to Duanmu Wu: “I want to rent a cave house and settle down first…”

“If you want to rent a cave, you should naturally go to the Black Water Sect’s manager here.”

Duanmu Wu answered without hesitation.

“Black Water Sect?!”

Fang Xi looked thoughtful.

“Yes… The Black Water Sect is a sect that has achieved great success in the transformation of spirits. It also has a large share of the power behind Kongsang Market. Which of the independent cultivators in Xuanmingyuan would not want to join the Black Water Sect and become a disciple of such a sect? There is hope for future cultivation…”

Duanmu Wu sighed.

When he was young, he also participated in the selection of Black Water Sect disciples, but failed…

Fang Xi naturally knew the name of the Black Water Sect.

It is said that there is more than one Divine Transformation cultivator in this sect!
But for Fang Xi, it doesn’t matter.

If he is forced into a corner, he will let his original body wither and flourish with a flash of mysterious light, and even a cultivator who has reached the perfect state of spiritual transformation will die!

Of course, the average lifespan of a Divine Transformation cultivator is four to five thousand years. It would still be very dangerous if the original body was besieged by several very young Divine Transformation cultivators.

Moreover, taking such a heavy hand right from the start and taking over the Black Water Sect’s foundation was not in line with Fang Xi’s traditionally prudent style.

With Duanmu Wu leading the way, Fang Xi soon met the manager of the Black Water Sect in Kongsangfang City, a Yuanying named Liu.

His cultivation is at the early stage of Nascent Soul, but he has an air of old age about him. It is obvious that he is not young anymore and has no hope of advancement, so he was sent out to work.

“Where does this fellow Taoist come from?”

When Manager Liu saw Fang Xi, he was a little surprised.

“My name is Qing Hezi, from Sunset Plains…”

Fang Xi smiled slightly and gave his answer.

Manager Liu chatted with him in a friendly manner for a few more words, obviously trying to test his bottom line.

However, Fang Xi was confident and answered fluently, which made Manager Liu feel a little relieved. He smiled and said, “Daoyou, do you want to rent the cave?”

“That’s right. After all, although I am a casual cultivator, I still hope to be able to embark on the path of spiritual transformation one day.”

Fang Xi said: “So the cave should be the best, the more expensive the spirit stones are…”

“Well, fellow Taoist, your determination to pursue the Dao is something I admire.”

Manager Liu sighed, “If I had been like that back then, ah… I won’t say it anymore, it’s better not to say it…”

He looked at Fang Xi, and suddenly his eyes moved: “Daoyou, do you want to join my Black Water Sect?”

“Well… I’m used to being a free-spirited person, so I’d better practice for a while first.”

Fang Xi waved his hand and rejected this “good intention”.

(End of this chapter)