Immortal Road.

Chapter 475: Clues to the Cult, a Fish That Slipped Through the Net

The current great elder told Lin Shan about the recent situation. Basically, Nightingale was still the same, with no changes.

"Thanks to the wood spirit fruit that senior brought back, I was able to transform my spiritual consciousness and become a cultivator in the Qi training stage. However, no matter how hard I tried in the following years, I could only stop at the third level of Qi training."

This guy's low qualifications were evident back then.

Lin Shan listened quietly, recalling every detail of his time with the nightingale. The chicken next to him was sipping tea, finding it bitter and making 'Puh, Puh, Puh' sounds.

"Where is Protector Jiang? Is this old guy still alive?"

Lin Shan asked for no reason. Great Elder Nightingale was not dissatisfied with being interrupted. He knew who he was talking about after a little thought, but he still asked out of caution.

"But, Elder Jiang who was born in Southern Xinjiang?"

Lin Shan nodded. He still missed this old friend, but so many years had passed.
Unexpectedly, Great Elder Nightingale responded solemnly:
"Elder Jiang is now 102 years old and still alive and well. Do you need me to invite him over?"

"Oh? He's still alive?!"

Lin Shan was a little surprised this time.

Back then, old friends died of old age, and it was really not easy to see those who were still alive.

"Where is he? Take me to see him."

Considering that he was over a hundred years old, there was no need for a mortal to make trouble if he lived to this age, so Lin Shan decided to go and see him in person.

Great Elder Nightingale and Prince Chenliu immediately led the way, and Lin Shan and Brother Ji followed behind.

While walking in the underground square, Brother Ji kept complaining that Nightingale's tea was too bad. Not only was it not spiritual, but it was also extremely bitter. How could they serve guests?
The two hosts could only smile and dared not refute anything.

No matter how precious the Dahongpao in our mortal world is, it cannot be compared with the food and drink of a spiritual bird like you!
Come to a corner of the first floor and push open the cave door.

Inside is a spacious cave.

A bald old man with no hair or beard was lying on a rattan chair, reading a book with an oil lamp on.

Hearing the footsteps outside, he didn't even turn his head, but just spoke to himself.

"Oh, it's a strange day today. You're carrying me up to bask in the sun so early in the morning?"

Great Elder Nightingale and Prince Chenliu were a little embarrassed. They glanced at Lin Shan and found that he looked normal, so they had to cough twice to remind him.

"Ahem, Elder Jiang, we are bringing a distinguished guest to see you today."

"Dignified guest?"

The bald old man had a hoarse voice and curled up in a rattan chair, too lazy to move. He even needed to be carried by someone to bask in the sun, let alone stand up to greet guests.

He just murmured weakly:
"Dear guest, dear guest."

"Is there any distinguished guest in this world who would remember me?"

"I, an old man, don't have many years left to live!"

"It's a pity that I couldn't keep up with you back then."

In front of his own people and outsiders, the old man was still lazily reminiscing, completely forgetting himself and talking to himself endlessly.

Suddenly, a young laugh came from the door.

"Protector Jiang, after so many years, you have become like this. I remember you were very quiet back then!"

"Uh?"

The bald old man was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes were blank and he thought for a long time before he came to his senses.

Protector Jiang?
This is an old calendar from many years ago!

There are actually people calling it that?

Hey, that's not right.

This sound, why does it feel a bit like...
He quickly turned over and looked back. The 16-year-old boy in white who had presented him with a knife in the Zangke group that year was standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"!!!"

"you"

"Crackle, squeak. ~Plop~"

The bald old man fell off the rattan chair, screamed in pain, and lay on the ground for a long time without recovering.

Great Elder Nightingale and Prince Chenliu had no choice but to walk over and help up this century-old master of innate great perfection.

There is no way. Although the innate great perfection should be the pinnacle of the martial arts world, the true energy released is comparable to the first three levels of the initial Qi training.

But he was too old and his blood was weak, so he was unable to fight anyone.

Warriors rely on their qi and blood, but in this era where immortals are the dominant force and they are bound by the rules of heaven, they are destined to be stuck at the innate realm for their entire lives and unable to go any further.

Lin Shan looked at the two men who were transferring spiritual energy to the bald old man and massaging his chest and back, and he couldn't help laughing and shook his head.

He raised his hand, and a stream of colorful soul power passed over and traveled around the bald old man's body. The man immediately became radiant and energetic.

The soul power of a cultivator in the Soul Pill Stage is basically a supreme medicine for mortals. It can cure any disease, and even those who are not familiar with medical skills can be cured.

"How is it, can you still catch your breath?"

How could the bald old man not guess who the person in front of him was?
After all, when Lin Shan was sixteen years old and just went out to make a living, he was directly pulled into Nightingale by the then Protector Jiang. He was the one who had actually seen what Lin Shan looked like as a teenager!
"Master! You, you finally come back to see me!"

“Woooooo ...

This old guy was crying so hard with snot and tears. If you didn't know him, you would think he was very loyal, as if he was Lin Shan's die-hard lackey!
"Alright, alright, tone it down!"

Lin Shan pushed his hand away with some disgust to prevent his snot from staining his clothes.

As for it?
Do you really miss me that much?
Next, the old man performed an extreme Sichuan Opera face-changing, from crying to laughing, and gradually becoming crazy.

"Sir, ever since you gave me and Captain Yang the immortal cultivation techniques, and we tried them one by one without success, we have been frantically searching for other techniques."

"Oh wait!"

Lin Shan waved his hand to stop him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"Captain Yang?"

The old man, Protector Jiang, shook his bald head tremblingly, revealing his big mouth with few teeth left and laughing.

"Sir, have you forgotten? I followed you down the river from Southern Xinjiang all the way to the 800-li Dongting Lake, and together with Captain Yang of the Nightingale Branch in Jiangling, we fought for the Xiantian Zhu Fruit."

"Oh, now I remember."

Lin Shan still remembers that there seemed to be such a person at that time, who was in the mortal world with Protector Jiang and served as his follower for a short period of time.

When Protector Jiang saw that he had recalled what he had just said, he continued the previous topic.

"You gave us five different cultivation techniques to try, but we were unable to sense spiritual energy in any of them. That's why we have been looking for other cultivation techniques for many years."

"Captain Yang has been immersed in the Xiantian realm for many years. He is qualified to be an elder at the headquarters, but he insisted on staying in the local area and frantically mobilized the Nightingale Killers in Jiangling County to find him a martial art." "Guess what happened?"

Protector Jiang was talking about the most interesting part, but he actually kept the topic in suspense!

But seeing Lin Shan's expressionless face, he had no choice but to continue speaking awkwardly.

"I don't know what kind of luck that guy had. He actually found a manual on cultivation and successfully cultivated his Qi sense, becoming a high-ranking immortal cultivator!"

"Oh."

Lin Shan's tone was neither happy nor sad, he just said "oh" simply.

Whether he cultivates the sense of qi or becomes an immortal cultivator is none of my business.

Protector Jiang found that his words seemed unable to arouse Lin Shan's interest, and his voice gradually became lower. Little did he know that from Lin Shan's current height, these were trivial matters and not worth mentioning at all.

On the contrary, Great Elder Nightingale and Prince Chenliu on the side listened very carefully, quietly paying attention and ready to make a move. After all, they have been in the mortal world for many years and are quite concerned about such things.

Brother Ji was also listening with great interest. Seeing that the old man was speaking in a low voice, he flapped his wings and patted his bald head.

"Oh, oh, oh! Tell me, tell me quickly! That helmsman named Yang later became an immortal cultivator, and then what happened?"

Protector Jiang was shocked!
He has seen many people who can talk, but this is the first time he has seen a talking chicken!

After being hit on the head several times, he realized that this was a spiritual bird and did not dare to keep it a secret, and told the whole story.

"After becoming an immortal cultivator, Captain Yang gave up his position as the captain of Nightingale and has been traveling around the world ever since. He has probably gone to live freely in the mountains and swamps."

Protector Jiang couldn't help but look full of envy.

"I used to have some friendship with him, so before he left, he wrote me a letter and told me that if I wanted to cultivate immortality, I could start with some of the unofficial sects in the mortal world."

At this point, he seemed to have some reservations. He couldn't say in front of King Chenliu that he had secretly tried to make contact.

Fortunately, he was not able to get in touch with this connection in the end. Instead, he found a glimmer of opportunity when a sect of immortal cultivation came to Bianliang to recruit disciples.

This sect is just an ordinary third-rate sect, unremarkable in the Song Dynasty, and is just a remote corner somewhere.

But at the very least there must be a Jindan-stage ancestor in charge of the sect!
The Foundation Establishment Deacon who came to recruit disciples carried with him a magical instrument for testing spiritual root qualifications. At the invitation of the royal family, he first took a tour of the Imperial Palace, and then symbolically visited the major royal palaces.

When Protector Jiang caught up with the cultivator, he offered some of the crude spiritual objects and spiritual stones he had collected during his years in Nightingale, and bribed a disciple of the cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The disciple took advantage of his position to test him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that this old guy was a fish that slipped through the net and possessed ice spiritual roots!
However, his aptitude is extremely poor, and he is also quite old, so he has no value in training. The sect will definitely not want him.

Although Protector Jiang failed to embark on the path to immortality, he knew that he had spiritual roots, and from then on he became unstoppable. He ordered his subordinates to frantically search for methods to cultivate immortality for him.

But the basic five elements are easy to find. You can pay a high price and find them.

Ice species are more difficult to find!

He investigated everywhere, and the only useful clue was.

In the past, there was a Princess Guo in the Huai'an Palace of the Song Dynasty. She had ice spiritual roots. Later, she joined a sect, but was said to have been killed by people from the Demon Sect.

The Huai'an Palace was also razed to the ground when the evil army attacked Bianliang City during the great battle between good and evil, so the clues were cut off.

He was unwilling to give up, and wanted to seek help from Great Elder Nightingale, a cultivator, to see if he could find it.

But Great Elder Nightingale has been wandering around in the early stages of Qi Refining. If he goes to the Xiuxian Market, he will be cannon fodder. It would be better for him to stay in the mortal world and be comfortable.

Therefore, the most he could do was to ask other cultivators he knew in other palaces to inquire in the market. The so-called ice-type Qi training books were sold at a price between 50 and 100 spirit stones.

With this money, you can buy one or two Xiantian Zhu fruits!

When Nightingale served Master Huang, he could only offer him an annual salary of three spirit stones, which shows that spirit stones are not easy to find in the mortal world.

Therefore, Great Elder Nightingale could not afford to buy so much ice-related cultivation books for Protector Jiang. Even if he bought them without the Xiantian Zhu Fruit, it would be almost impossible for this guy to enter the Qi training stage with his similar qualifications.

Later, seeing that there was no hope for him to become an immortal, Protector Jiang could only lie down.

Living to be a hundred years old is a miracle in this world and a true longevity.

Although Lin Shan could hear something behind his words, he keenly noticed one point and became interested in where Captain Yang was going.

"Do you still have the letter Captain Yang wrote to you? Take it out and show it to me."

Without saying a word, Protector Jiang stood up, opened the cabinet beside his bed, and took out an iron box in front of everyone's gaze.

But when I opened it, I was a little hesitant and hesitated for a long time.

It turned out that there were a lot of large-denomination silver bills, agate jewelry and other things in it. I guess this was the money the old man saved for his coffin.

One of the letters, which was slightly yellowed, was pressed at the bottom by him. The paper was spread out straight, which showed how much this letter meant to him.

He handed it to Lin Shan with trembling hands.

After taking it, he quickly scanned the contents and immediately understood everything.

The kid Captain Yang probably didn't join an ordinary folk sect, but a real evil cult of cultivating immortals.

Maybe it has something to do with the Black Lotus Sect.
When I tested the spiritual roots of Captain Yang and Protector Jiang, I had five different kinds of cultivation classics on hand, namely gold, wood, fire, earth and wind, and none of them could match these two.

What I didn't expect was that they both had spiritual roots! They just happened to avoid each other perfectly. This probability and luck were really weird!

He thought about it, maybe if he couldn't find the Black Lotus Sect when he went to Southern Xinjiang this time, he might be able to use this letter and the tracking function of the Virtual Star Disk to visit other cults.

Just treat it as a jungle game.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Captain Yang is still alive. If he is dead, there is nothing we can do.

"Do you still need this letter? If not, how about giving it to me?"

Protector Jiang opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, but his eyes had already betrayed him. After all, this was the only thing currently related to the path of cultivating immortals. Even though he had studied it for so many years and had not been able to find it, he was unwilling to give up.

"Snapped!"

A cold thread-bound book was thrown in front of him, and cold smoke rose up unconsciously in the cave.

The great elder Nightingale and Prince Chenliu behind him stared at the cover of the book with their eyes wide open.

"Xuanwei Bingjue".

"This is."

Protector Jiang almost rubbed his face against it, but his hands were shaking and he didn't dare to take it directly. He looked at Lin Shan and swallowed his saliva.

"This ice-type technique is enough for you to cultivate to the foundation-building stage. How about it in exchange for this letter?"

Seeing how old and frail he looked, Lin Shan estimated that it would be too late for him to cultivate to the foundation-building stage and double his lifespan.

But be a good person and do your best to achieve your goals.

"I will use my magic power to help you break through the bottleneck of the Mysterious Gate and send you to the fourth level of Qi training. The rest depends on your luck."

(End of this chapter)