Immortals Step into Heaven

The City Lord, the Second Brother, and the Third Brother were engrossed in a fierce battle with Ling'er. The sudden shout startled them, their entire bodies trembling, their movements nearly frozen. As if by telepathy, they all turned their gazes to the source of the voice—Zheng Yuan. Three blazing fireballs materialized from the palms of Zheng Yuan's hands. Their blazing flames danced and flickered, illuminating his features with a stern, resolute expression. Without a word, Zheng Yuan swung his arm, and like arrows, they flew towards the City Lord and his companions, accompanied by a whirring wind and scorching heat.

The three men were horrified upon seeing this. The second brother's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Immortal cultivator!" Those three words seemed to possess some kind of magical power, instantly filling them with terror. The instinct for survival took over at this moment, and without even a moment's thought, they turned and attempted to flee. However, the fireball's speed was so swift that it was behind them in the blink of an eye. With three resounding explosions, the fireball slammed into them with pinpoint accuracy. Instantly, flames shot up into the sky, completely engulfing their bodies. After the blazing flames died down, only three piles of ash remained, evidence of their presence.

Zheng Yuan looked at the three piles of ashes expressionlessly, then walked to Ling'er's side, gently took her hand, and the two walked side by side towards the Wang family. Inside the Wang family mansion, there was silence and peace. The Wang family members were unaware of the impending danger. Zheng Yuan stepped into the Wang family compound with Ling'er, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The top masters of the Wang family noticed something was wrong and came forward to stop them, but how could they be Zheng Yuan's opponents? Zheng Yuan's figure was as fast as lightning, and the magic gestures in his hands kept changing. Sharp magic lights flashed, and the top masters of the Wang family fell down one after another like wheat being cut. In a blink of an eye, the elite forces of the Wang family were wiped out.

Zheng Yuan, accompanied by Ling'er, slowly left Yucheng under the awe-inspiring gazes of the people. Ever since that day, a legend has circulated throughout Yucheng: the city lord and the Wang family, known for their crimes, had the audacity to bully the daughter of an immortal. Upon learning of this, the immortal, enraged, personally descended upon the city with his celestial might, slaughtering the foremost experts of both families. Everyone lamented the immortal's compassion for life, expressing their deep regret for not utterly annihilating both families.

However, the two families were severely damaged by this disaster. Their former glory and arrogance were long gone. Only endless regret and awe of the immortals echoed in the hearts of the people in Yucheng, becoming an enduring topic of conversation after dinner.

He slowly brought Ling'er to the foot of a towering, mist-shrouded mountain. The mountain was majestic, exuding an ancient and distant aura, as if bearing witness to the vicissitudes of time. Zheng Yuan paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the mountain. Then, with a swift movement of his hands, rays of spiritual light shone from his fingertips, carving a delicate cave into the mountain wall.

Zheng Yuan was completely lost at this moment, not knowing where to turn. As for his former sect, he simply shook his head and sighed inwardly. Now that he was immensely wealthy, even the revered Jindan-stage cultivators couldn't compare to him in terms of wealth. Returning to the sect had lost its meaning for him; it was no longer the haven he longed to return to.

Within the cave, Zheng Yuan meticulously carved out a spacious, brightly lit hall. Oil lamps hung on the walls, flickering faintly. On either side were two tranquil training rooms, each filled with thousands of spirit stones. The spiritual energy inside these rooms was noticeably higher than outside, wisps of it drifting slowly like soft mist. With a thought, Zheng Yuan released Xiao Hei, the spirit-seeking rat, and the adorable little fox from the spirit beast bag. The little fox's fiery red fur shimmered enchantingly in the cave. It shivered joyfully, its eyes gleaming with agility and joy. The little fox, after recent days of diligent training, had successfully transcended to the level of a second-level demon beast, greatly increasing its strength. It nuzzled at Zheng Yuan's feet, as if to claim credit for its master's efforts.

As soon as Xiao Hei appeared, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Linger's bright eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and a crisp voice echoed in the cave: "Xiao Hei!" Xiao Hei immediately held his head high and chest out when he heard the call. He walked towards Linger with vigorous steps, his tail wagging happily and rubbing against her skirt affectionately.

Zheng Yuanze explained this to Ling'er and entered the training room. He sat in meditation, his mind racing. He then entered the bracelet's space, intending to ask Lao Bai if he had any elixirs needed to improve the cultivation level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Zheng Yuan had discovered that his current meditation practice was causing his mana to increase very slowly. Even if he continued practicing for a thousand years, he wouldn't be able to reach the Golden Core stage. Qi Refining stage elixirs had no effect on him, so he could only ask Lao Bai if he had any Foundation Establishment stage elixir recipes.

Inside the bracelet's space, Zheng Yuan sat across from Lao Bai with a solemn expression, revealing every detail of his current situation. Lao Bai frowned slightly, lost in deep thought. After a moment, he slowly raised his head, his gaze tinged with reminiscence and emotion, and spoke, "Brother Zheng, to be honest, I'm a cultivator from the vast and mysterious Thousand Cities Sea. There, I've weathered countless trials and tribulations, exploring the art of alchemy and collecting quite a few recipes."

Lao Bai sighed softly and continued, "However, even in my time, I could only gaze upon and sigh in vain at the recipes for many of these precious spiritual medicines. Those spiritual medicines needed seemed to be hidden in the deepest fog between heaven and earth, and their traces were difficult to find. I once spent a lot of energy and time searching everywhere, but to no avail. My brother, your current situation is probably even more difficult than mine back then. You should know that most of the spiritual medicines in this world that can be used to refine high-quality elixirs are regarded as treasures by major sects and are strictly guarded. They have expended countless efforts and resources to carefully cultivate these spiritual medicines within the sect, and strictly prohibit their release.

Zheng Yuan frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in his eyes. He looked at Lao Bai and said slowly: "Lao Bai, what should I do? I wanted to use your recipes to refine high-level pills to improve my strength, but if I can't find the elixir, won't everything be in vain?" Lao Bai gently stroked his beard, his eyes deep and distant, as if he was lost in the memories of the past. After a long time, he spoke again: "Brother Zheng, don't be anxious. In the Thousand Islands Sea, I have seen countless rare treasures and natural treasures, but the scarcity of this elixir is still beyond imagination. The various sects regard those elixir that can be used to refine pills as treasures, and carefully cultivate them in the sect's spiritual fields and spiritual valleys, and strictly prohibit outsiders from getting involved. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for us to obtain them. However, there is always a way out.