I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Chapter 3

[3. The deadline is approaching every year]

After getting what he wanted from the sect master, Bai Qiuran happily left the main peak of Qingming and returned to the Seven Star Peak where he lived.

But during the period of Bai Qiuran’s departure, there seemed to be uninvited guests in the courtyard. When he came to the other courtyard, Bai Qiuran felt the uncomfortable and cold aura emanating from the other courtyard.

He stopped at the courtyard door for a while, then pushed open the door without fear, walked into his bedroom, and saw the uninvited guest standing in front of his bed.

“Sure enough, it’s you, Xue Ling.”

Looking at this young man in a white robe with a blue face in front of him, Bai Qiuran sighed.

“What’s the matter with me?”

“Bai Qiuran.”

The young man called Xue Ling looked at him with a blank face.

“Your deadline is approaching.”

Bai Qiuran’s face turned cold, and the two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, he scratched his white hair irritably and replied:

“Gan, why is this day here again… Okay, okay, I understand, you can go back.”

But Xue Ling did not leave, but stayed where he was, and continued:

“It’s been more than three thousand years, you should almost give up, right?”

“Give up what?”

Bai Qiuran insisted:

“A cultivator should persevere, be brave and diligent! Although you are the impermanence of the ghost world, why do you keep trying to persuade strangers to give up their lives?”

That’s right, Xue Ling was one of the impermanent messengers who came from the underworld of the Yin Cao Ghost Realm King Yama and was responsible for arresting the soul.

As a member who brought death to the world and maintained the order of heaven and earth, unless Xue Ling wanted to, people would not be able to see the messenger of the soul, even a cultivator who set foot on the path of immortality.

In the entire Qingming Sword Sect, except for Bai Qiuran, who is about to die, and the Supreme Elder Zhu Feng, who is in retreat, preparing to attack the heavens, and already has some fairy energy on his body, even Jue Yunzi He couldn’t sense Xue Ling’s existence either.

As the soul-detaining messenger, Xue Ling and Bai Qiuran are old acquaintances. Although Bai Qiuran is unparalleled in strength, even an immortal beast in the sky can be killed with a single sword, but he is still a cultivator in the Qi refining stage.

Qi-refining cultivators, even though their strength is invincible, there are always a few hurdles that cannot be avoided, and lifespan is one of the most important ones.

A cultivator in the Qi-refining stage, even if he can survive, can live for three or four hundred years at most. At this age, if he can’t cultivate Qi and Huayuan and successfully establish a foundation, his body will be withered and his soul will be imprisoned. The soul messenger was detained in the reincarnation of the underworld, waiting for the next opportunity.

But as a Qi-refining cultivator, Bai Qiuran is the most distinctive one. First of all, the endless infuriating energy in his body ensures that his body is stronger than that of an ordinary immortal, and will never decay, and he is also a wood spiritual root at the level of the heavenly spiritual root. This kind of spiritual root has a good, In addition to practicing wood genus exercises, it can also ensure that the body fully absorbs the medicinal properties of the medicinal herbs, and can use some medicinal medicinal herbs with limited usage times without restrictions.

A person who cultivates self-cultivation can also refine an immortal medicine called Longevity Pill. The refining method of this medicine is extremely simple. Every time you eat it, you can increase your lifespan by five years. However, because of the medicinal properties, the number of times it is used It is limited, so it is generally used as a last-ditch effort by the monks who are approaching the limit.

But Bai Qiuran did not have this restriction, so he relied on the Longevity Pill to extend his lifespan for a thousand years.

The first time Bai Qiuran and Xue Ling met was more than 2,000 years ago, when Bai Qiuran was about to end his lifespan for the first time. At that time, Bai Qiuran traveled abroad and was trapped in a real fairy. Among the relics left behind, there was no way to refine the longevity pill, so Xue Ling, as a little ghost who had just become a messenger of the soul, came to detain his soul.

At that time, Bai Qiuran also happened to feel that he was going to break through, so he embraced the dream of building a foundation. He fought hard, not only got rid of the soul-binding iron chain transformed by the rules of Yin Cao, but also beat Xue Ling violently.

Xue Ling was also a dead brain, and persevered in chasing Bai Qiuran for a few months, until he took a new batch of longevity pills and returned to the ghost world with unwillingness.

The two of them forged a son. For more than 2,000 years, every time Bai Qiuran’s life was about to end, Xue Ling would come out to find him trouble. Hundreds of years ago, the ghost world dispatched a large number of emissaries and judges to detain Bai Qiuran to cooperate with Xue Ling’s actions. After the arrest of Bai Qiuran was still unsuccessful, the ghost world slowly gave up its plan to use strong means to detain Bai Qiuran’s soul.

The current Xue Ling has basically become Bai Qiuran’s lifespan alarm clock. Whenever his deadline is approaching, this soul arresting messenger will come to remind him that it is time to refine the longevity pill.

“You don’t even think about it, your qi sea is infinitely many times that of ordinary people, and the same is true of true qi. Foundation building requires concentrating true qi and transforming true qi into essence. You have so much true qi, you really want to refine a piece of it in your body. Can the Sea of True Yuan come?”

Xue Ling said coldly:

“Give it up, there is no such potent foundation pill in the world, you should go back to the ghost realm with me obediently. The Immortal Emperor said that as soon as you die, he will make you the king of the ghost realm and lead the ten palaces.”

“do not want!”

Bai Qiuran decisively refused:

“I just want to build a foundation!”

“Hmph, you know the old rules anyway.”

Xue Ling squinted at him.

“If the time comes and you don’t find a way to continue your life, I will come to arrest your soul.”

“Hurry up and go.”

Bai Qiuran waved his hand impatiently.

“Stay here with me, are you free?”

Seeing Bai Qiuran’s appearance, Xue Ling had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He turned around and walked to the side of the room. Then his figure gradually faded and disappeared into the corner of the room.

On the other hand, Bai Qiuran collapsed on his own bed, resting his head on his arms, staring at the top of the bed with mosquito net in a trance.

This kind of life has been going on since the master Qingming Taoist ascended.

As a cultivator in the Qi refining period, he has struggled with the bottleneck of foundation building every year for three thousand years.

Every year is the end of the year, and every year you have to rely on Longevity Pill to continue to live.

Those who had high hopes for him at the beginning, some soared, some failed to overcome the calamity, and some fell in the battle with others, and those who wanted to harm him and the Qingming Sword Sect, all died there. None of his men survived.

And this kind of living state also prevented him from being able to enjoy the happiness that a cultivator can enjoy in his long life.

There is no Taoist partner, no reputation, he watched his sisters and sisters who had such a good feeling at the beginning of their love affair became immortals and companions with others, but he was alone for three thousand years, and even Yujian Chengfeng couldn’t do it.

He took off the red robe of his direct disciple, rejected the successor of Qingming Sword Sect’s head and the Supreme Elder, and came to this most remote Seven Star Peak alone, living in isolation.

Qi refining has been practiced for three thousand years, just to build a foundation for success.

“Ah, what a hassle.”

Scratching his waist impatiently, Bai Qiuran lay on the bed and muttered:

“It seems that this time down the mountain, we have to find the medicinal materials of Longevity Pill.”