Immortals Step into Heaven

As soon as Hu Gui's spirit saw Xiao Hei, his eyes instantly filled with fear, as if Xiao Hei possessed some kind of power that held him in check. He shouted in a trembling voice, "Zheng Yuan, please let me go this time!" His voice was filled with despair and pleading.

However, Xiao Hei ignored his pleas for mercy and quickly sucked Hu Gui's soul into his mouth. With a swallow, Hu Gui's voice completely disappeared from this world. Xiao Hei burped contentedly, as if he had eaten a delicious meal.

Then, clutching the storage bag that had fallen from Hu Gui, it happily ran back to Zheng Yuan, rubbing against him non-stop as if to claim credit. Zheng Yuan, observing Xiao Hei's adorable appearance, smiled, patted his head, and said, "Well done! I'll get you some roasted lamb when we get back." At the mention of "roasted lamb," Xiao Hei's eyes lit up, and he howled with excitement, his tail wagging even more vigorously.

Zheng Yuan put away Hu Gui's storage bag, quickly formed hand seals, and cast a fireball spell. The fireball roared towards Hu Gui's body, instantly engulfing it. A raging fire erupted, and soon, Hu Gui's body was completely burned. After dealing with everything, Zheng Yuan and Xiao Hei turned and returned to the Danqing Sect.

Meanwhile, at Tianbao Pavilion, Xiao Si waited at the door, waiting and waiting, but Hu Gui never returned. He was filled with confusion. In his opinion, Hu Gui was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so dealing with a mere Qi Refining cultivator should be a piece of cake. How could he not return yet? Could he be killed? But as time passed, and after two days, with no sign of the shopkeeper, Xiao Si grew increasingly uneasy. In desperation, he reported the matter to the higher-ups at Tianbao Pavilion.

Zheng Yuan rushed all the way and finally returned to the alchemy room of Danqing Sect. He carefully closed the door and sat at the table, staring at Hu Gui's storage bag in his hand, his eyes full of anticipation. As the shopkeeper of Tianbao Pavilion, Hu Gui should be worth a lot of money.

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the storage bag. When the items in the storage bag appeared before his eyes, Zheng Yuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, his heart filled with surprise. Inside was the Flowing Light Sword, the sword emitting a brilliant light, as if there was a stream of light wandering on the sword.

There was also a spiritual gold shield, faintly pulsing with spiritual energy, like a sturdy fortress. Hundreds of bottles of various medicinal pills filled a corner, their aroma filling the air. There was also a dazzling array of magical instruments, numerous in number, and the four top-grade defensive instruments among them made Zheng Yuan's heart beat faster. He had seen these instruments before.

In addition, there were tens of thousands of spiritual stones piled up in the corner of the storage bag, forming a small mountain, reflecting an attractive luster, and all kinds of precious spiritual materials, each of which exuded a rich spiritual energy. What shocked Zheng Yuan the most were the two golden talismans, the runes on which were complex and intricate.

Zheng Yuan looked at these treasures and thought to himself, could this Hu Gui have taken all the goodies from Tianbao Pavilion with him? The more he thought about it, the more incredible it seemed to him. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, filled with joy.

But at this moment, Zheng Yuan's heart suddenly jumped, as if he suddenly realized something. He hurriedly put the contents of the storage bag into the storage bag, and then quickly put the storage bag into the bracelet space. He even put the spiritual bracelet on his hand into the bracelet space without hesitation.

He frowned, feeling uneasy. He thought to himself, "Tianbao Pavilion has suffered heavy losses this time. If they have some secret method to track these items, it will be a disaster. It's better to be cautious." His vigilance could not be calmed for a long time. The alchemy room was so quiet that only his own heartbeat could be heard.

For the next period of time, Zheng Yuan's life became unusually regular and fulfilling. Besides occasionally practicing in seclusion to improve his magical powers, he would enter the bracelet space and concentrate on refining the treasures he had obtained from Hu Gui's storage bag.

Within the bracelet's inner space, Zheng Yuan first turned his gaze to the two spiritual artifacts. He sat cross-legged within the Danxin Hall, channeling his own magical power slowly into the Flowing Light Sword. Each ray of his power served as a key, gradually refining the spiritual artifacts. As the refinement deepened, the spiritual artifacts began to emit a soft glow, resonating with Zheng Yuan's own magical power, as if a special connection were being established between the two.

After several days of hard work, Zheng Yuan finally succeeded in refining his first low-grade spiritual weapon, the Flowing Light Sword. He could clearly feel that this spiritual weapon was connected to himself, and he could drive it at will as long as he thought about it.

The refining of the four top-grade defensive magic tools was not challenging. These defensive magic tools were also gradually refined. After the first top-grade defensive magic tool was refined, a layer of light curtain enveloped Zheng Yuan. The light curtain seemed thin, but it was extremely tough.

As time went on, Zheng Yuan gradually completed the refining of two spiritual weapons and four top-grade defensive magic weapons. His strength had made a qualitative leap, and both his offensive and defensive power were now far superior to what they were before. Zheng Yuan's strength had greatly increased.

Zheng Yuan gently opened the spirit beast bag, and a dark shadow and a small figure instantly darted out. They were Xiao Hei and the Spirit Seeking Rat. Their appearance brought a touch of life to the previously quiet alchemy room. Xiao Hei crouched down majestically, while the Spirit Seeking Rat hopped around on the ground, its small, black eyes darting around.

Zheng Yuan smiled and carefully took out several bottles of Spirit Beast Pills from his storage bag. As soon as the bottles of Spirit Beast Pills appeared, they emitted waves of alluring light and a unique fragrance.

The Soul-Seeking Rat sniffed, its eyes instantly lighting up like two brilliant stars. Zheng Yuan squatted down and handed the Soul-Seeking Beast Pills to the Soul-Seeking Rat, gently instructing it to use these pills for its cultivation. Don't be lazy. The Soul-Seeking Rat excitedly circled around Zheng Yuan several times, chirping and cawing. Its cheerful voice echoed in the alchemy room, as if responding to Zheng Yuan, or expressing its love for these precious pills.

It couldn't wait to pick up a bottle of pills, opened the bottle cap with its little paws, threw one into its mouth, and then squinted its eyes in satisfaction.

While the spirit-seeking rat happily enjoyed the elixir, Zheng Yuan wasn't idle either. He once again immersed himself in his cultivation. Within the alchemy room, magical energy surged. Zheng Yuan closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding the spiritual energy through his meridians according to the exercises. Each surge of magical energy felt like a tempering of his body and meridians. Day after day, he practiced tirelessly.

After a while, Zheng Yuan's cultivation finally reached a breakthrough. He was surrounded by a bright light, and his spiritual power surged like a surging tide. The powerful fluctuations of his magic power indicated that he had successfully reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Zheng Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He could clearly feel the improvement in his strength.