Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 293 One step away

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed. Song Xian was as usual, going between his training room and his mansion every day.

That evening, he left the training room and just returned to the mansion when he heard someone report that Zhong Wenyuan wanted to see him.

"Master, I want to build my foundation as soon as possible." Zhong Wenyuan walked into the brightly lit hall, bowed and took a seat, then went straight to the point.

"Brother Wenyuan, have you made up your mind? Do you want to reconsider it?" Song Xian didn't expect that he would make a decision so quickly. Before the competition, the two talked about this matter, and he said that he would consider it carefully.

"I've thought it through and decided to give it a try." Zhong Wenyuan's eyes were firm.

After the competition, he pondered day and night for the past ten days. This foundation-building selection competition made him deeply aware of the problem of his own personal lack of strength. In terms of spiritual root qualifications, he only had three spiritual roots, and in terms of magical powers, he had nothing to show for it.

Not to mention comparing himself with the chosen ones with only one spiritual root like Kong Xiangyuan and Hu Xiaobao, he couldn't even compare with the best of the Luoyun Sect and the Kong family. His aptitude could only be considered mediocre, and his mastery of magical powers was only average.

For him, it was too difficult to win the first place in the foundation-building selection. This time he was defeated in the third round. Even if he waited another ten years, he would not be sure of winning the first place in the competition.

Ten years later, Hu Xiaobao's cultivation should have reached the great perfection of Qi Refining. Can he defeat Hu Xiaobao?
The answer is obvious, not to mention that there may be other hidden talents in the next competition.

Instead of doing this, it is better to build the foundation as soon as possible to avoid wasting another ten years.

If he had not participated in this foundation-building competition, he could have tried to build his foundation ten years ago.

This competition can be said to have shattered all his hopes.

His main cultivation technique, the Xuanyuan Sutra, had already reached the peak of the third level, and he had also mastered various techniques. Only the Xuantian Ronghuo Jue that Song Xian had recently passed on to him was still being studied. However, even if he could cultivate the Xuantian Ronghuo Jue to the third level, it would not have much impact on his foundation building, so there was no need to continue wasting time.

More importantly, he is already quite old, and the older he gets, the weaker his energy becomes, and the lower the possibility of breaking through the bottleneck becomes. He has already participated in two foundation-building competitions and does not want to waste another ten years waiting for the next foundation-building competition selection, which he is not very confident of.

"Okay then, I'll go find Jiang Feng and borrow the Qiyuan Mountain spiritual veins to build my foundation. If Senior Brother Wenyuan needs anything else, please let me know."

Song Xian knew that Zhong Wenyuan was a steady person. Since he said this, he must have thought it over carefully. Moreover, the situation was tense now and the sect was in need of people. He also hoped that Zhong Wenyuan could establish his foundation as soon as possible, so he did not persuade him any further.

"I've already prepared the foundation-building pills. You don't need to worry about anything else. I want to start my foundation-building efforts on May 18th. That's an auspicious day."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

.........

The days passed uneventfully, and soon it was May 18th.

That day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

In the back mountain of Qiyuan, the rich spiritual energy has condensed into a mist that is barely visible to the naked eye. The surrounding area is also under martial law, just like the scene when Lin Zixiang was building his foundation.

Zhong Wenyuan sat in the middle, his expression calm, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

It was not until around noon that he opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, then took out the Foundation Establishment Pill from his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp without hesitation.

Song Xian, Lin Zixiang, Zhang Ningyuan, Yu Lian and others were all looking from outside, and saw the spiritual energy in the back mountain surging, forming bubbles visible to the naked eye.

"It's started." Yu Lian said softly.

The others did not respond. Song Xian had a blank expression on his face, while Lin Zixiang and Zhang Ningyuan had indescribable complex expressions in their eyes.

As time passed, many spiritual bubbles merged with each other to form spiritual vortexes, and the spiritual energy inside rushed out like a tiger.

As the spiritual energy dissipated, the spiritual power vortex also gradually dissipated. After about two hours, more than half of the spiritual power vortex had dissipated.

Suddenly, Zhong Wenyuan's upright body suddenly fell backwards.

"Ah!" Yu Lian couldn't help but scream.

"Senior Brother Zhong." Lin Zixiang's eyes narrowed and he also exclaimed.

Song Xian frowned.

"I failed again." Zhang Ningyuan sighed. Zhong Wenyuan's fall caused the vortex of spiritual energy that had gathered in the air above the mountain to suddenly dissipate.

.........

When several people came to Zhong Wenyuan, they saw blood gushing out from his belly button, as if he had been pierced by a needle.

When several people saw this, they looked at each other in horror.

Song Xian opened his mouth, seemed to be about to say something, and finally sighed.

"Senior Brother Zhong." Lin Zixiang cried out in grief, took out a pill in his hand, opened his mouth and gave it to him.

Zhang Ningyuan also showed a look of compassion.

……

At night, the stars are like rain and the moon is like a grindstone.

In the dim room, Zhong Wenyuan slowly opened his eyes.

"Elder Zhong, you're awake." A disciple saw him wake up and hurried over.

Zhong Wenyuan wanted to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his body, which made him groan in pain.

"Elder Zhong, please don't worry. You need to rest now."

Zhong Wenyuan just remembered that he was unconscious during the foundation-building stage, and instinctively wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to observe the extent of his injuries. However, just as he was about to circulate his spiritual power according to the method, his whole body seemed to be torn apart. The extreme pain made his eyes go black, and he was about to faint again.

Seeing that his features were distorted with pain, the disciple quickly advised, "Elder Zhong, you need to heal your injuries properly and not mobilize your spiritual energy."

The intense pain caused beads of sweat to form on Zhong Wenyuan's forehead. After a while, the pain gradually subsided. He gasped for breath and asked, "How serious is my injury?"

The disciple lowered his head and said nothing.

"You can speak frankly. I have been mentally prepared." Zhong Wenyuan stretched out his hand, as if wanting to pull the disciple closer.

"Replying to Elder Zhong, you unfortunately injured your Linghai acupoint during your foundation building. Although your life is not in danger, I'm afraid you won't be able to strive for the foundation building stage again in the future."

Hearing this, Zhong Wenyuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, his gaze fixed on the top of his head, and his raised arm fell down weakly.

.........

The next morning, Song Xian, who had received the news, immediately went to Zhong Wenyuan's mansion to visit him.

Seeing her lying on the bed with a haggard look and a dull look in her eyes, he felt very uncomfortable and somewhat guilty.

If it weren't for the conversation he had with Zhong Wenyuan before the competition, given his cautious nature, he might not have made up his mind so quickly to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Now that the Linghai acupoint has been damaged, the foundation of the Great Dao has been destroyed. This is difficult to accept for any practitioner. It is undoubtedly a death sentence for him to some extent.

For the first time, Zhong Wenyuan did not salute him. When he saw him enter, he just glanced over here.

"Senior Brother Zhong, now that things have come to this, don't think too much about it. Just take good care of your injuries during this time." Song Xian sat down in front of him and comforted him softly.

Zhong Wenyuan did not reply, but nodded with a gloomy expression.

"The sect's affairs will still depend on you from now on. Take care of your health first, and don't worry about anything else. If you have any needs, just ask..."

Song Xian comforted him, and Zhong Wenyuan sometimes responded and sometimes nodded.

Seeing him like this, Song Xian felt pity and spoke comforting words for a long time. He ordered his disciples to take good care of him and then left.

(End of this chapter)