Mysterious mirror hanging high

"The pill is of low quality? What a pity!" A cultivator couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, with Master Yueqiu's qualifications and resources, he still has a chance to ask for a mid-grade golden elixir."

"Condensing a pill is inherently uncontrollable; the right time, right place, and right people are all essential... The Immortal ultimately lacks a bit of luck."

"Come on, a bunch of people who have spent their entire lives building their foundation are actually worrying about the affairs of the Golden Core True Person! After all, it's still a Golden Core! Even if it's at the early stage of the Golden Core all your life, you still have a lifespan of 800 years, which is already considered a small immortality!"

"That's the truth."

An old foundation-building cultivator stroked his beard and said, "Of the seven disciples under Master Yuehua, the eldest disciple has already formed a golden elixir. Of the other six, I'm afraid only Fairy Lingjun has some hope of forming a golden elixir!"

At this time, thousands of foundation-building cultivators were surrounding the Yunzhong Tower, either communicating with each other or talking loudly. On weekdays, apart from some large auctions or fairy city festivals, there would never be so many foundation-building cultivators gathered together. After a while of noisy chatter, most of them finally dispersed.

Yu Wen Xiaojin had disappeared at some point, probably to meet Hu Yueqiu.

Jing Yu and a few others were left there. Wu Buchun had just arrived and needed to register at the Immortal Registration Office and be allocated a place to live. Jing Yu simply contacted Puting at the Immortal Registration Office to help supervise the matter.

"Xuan Jing, please stay!" Yuwen Xiaoyan and Han Ping exchanged a glance and said with a smile, "It's a rare sight to meet. Why not go to Brother Han's cave for a small gathering?"

Jing Yu raised an eyebrow, with a vague premonition in his heart, and smiled: "That's exactly what I want."

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There are now more than two thousand foundation-building cultivators in the entire Xiaoyao Immortal City, and there are only more than one hundred foundation-building cultivators who have reached the late stage of foundation-building.

It can be said that apart from the more than ten Jindan Zhenren of the Xiaoyao League, these more than one hundred foundation-building cultivators are the people with the most honorable status.

As one of the more than one hundred foundation-building cultivators, and a guest official of the Yuwen family, the first family in the fairy city, Han Ping naturally owns a ground-level cave. In terms of spiritual conditions, it is much better than Jing Yu's Xuan-level courtyard.

But in fact, Jing Yu did not envy Han Ping's earth-level cave. As a place for cultivation, this cave was indeed excellent for foundation-building cultivators, but in terms of living interest, it was really monotonous and boring.

Han Ping was obviously an ascetic monk who could not be more typical. In his huge cave, apart from a few cushions and a wooden bed, it was completely empty. Even the walls were made of original stone, and there was not even any soft furnishings.

If Jing Yu's Xuanjing had not detected the layers of spirit-gathering, sound-isolating, and defensive formations within the cave, Jing Yu would have thought that the place he came to was a natural cave in the wild.

Yuwen Xiaoyan was the first to plop down on the futon, legs spread out in an unruly manner, and cursed, "Brother Han, I'm not saying anything bad, but you should at least find a few [Builders] to clean up this cave. Living in a rough house and practicing every day, won't your mind break down?"

Han Ping, dressed in a green robe, sat expressionlessly on another cushion. "My aptitude is low, so I have to spend more time on cultivation. How can I have time to indulge in pleasure?"

"Brother Han, you are making innuendos." Jing Yu sat on the last cushion and made a joke with a smile.

Yuwen Xiaoyan shook his head, patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a jar of spirit wine from it, opened the seal, and drank a few gulps without paying attention to the other two.

Jing Yu slowly took out a complete set of tea sets and brewed a pot of spiritual tea.

Han Ping simply took out a foundation-building elixir that could enhance his cultivation, swallowed it in one gulp, and meditated silently to refine it.

This was not the first time that the three of them had gathered together like this. They were already used to doing their own things. Yuwen Xiaoyan liked drinking, Jing Yu liked tasting tea, and Han Ping took advantage of the time to practice. They did not interfere with each other, nor did they stop at discussing philosophical matters. If this scene were to be spread out, it would probably shock many old antiques.

"Brother Xiao Yan, Brother Xiao Jin's lover has now formed a golden elixir and achieved the status of a true immortal. Aren't you worried at all?"

Yuwen Xiaoyan wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and said nonchalantly, "It's just a low-grade golden elixir. My path to enlightenment is basically cut off here. What's there to worry about?"

"Let alone Hu Yueqiu's elixir is of low quality, what if it is of medium or high quality?"

"Even if all of Yuwen Xiaojin's old lovers achieve Golden Core Reality, and he marries them all back to the Yuwen family, the worst that can happen is that I will give him the position of Patriarch of the Yuwen family."

"The greatest power in the world of cultivation belongs to oneself, and in the end, it all comes down to one's realm of cultivation!"

"Ten Jindan early stage cultivators are no match for one Jindan late stage Great True Man."

"If I can achieve the [Purple Qi Golden Pill], I will be a true Nascent Soul Seed. What will the position of Patriarch of the Yuwen Family mean to me?"

"Purple Qi Golden Pill? Difficult!"

Han Ping sighed and said, "That ray of Heavenly Dao Purple Qi is what countless Immortals have been striving for but unable to obtain. For ordinary cultivators, being able to successfully form a golden elixir is already a blessing from heaven. How could they have the energy to worry about the quality of the golden elixir..."

"We are not ordinary cultivators!" Yuwen Xiaoyan laughed heartily. "Some people are born to stand at the center of fate. Why can't I, Yuwen Xiaoyan, be the protagonist for once?"

"It's nothing but Manifest Destiny!"

Jing Yu thought: Here comes the main part of the drama...

But his face was still a little confused: "Brother Xiaoyan, what do you mean?"

Yuwen Xiaoyan and Han Ping both smiled. Yuwen Xiaoyan said, "Anyone who can become close friends with me, Yuwen Xiaoyan, must have some kind of destiny, or perhaps it can be called... fate?"

"Does Xuan Jing also carry a destiny?"

"No, you don't know what fate is..." Han Ping shook his head and said slowly:

"To put it another way, Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing is burdened with a certain..."

"Innate Dao Body!"

call--

Jing Yu suddenly stood up from the mat, his expression tense, his whole body full of magical power surging, as if he was ready to use the escape technique to escape at any time!

"Xuan Jing, you and I have known each other for many years. You are just an innate Taoist body. Can we really harm you?" Han Ping said slowly with a blank expression on his face.

Yuwen Xiaoyan chuckled and said, "Be patient, Xuanjing, don't forget, I am also a person with an innate Taoist body."

Jing Yu's body tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing. He sat back on the cushion and said with measured words, "Please don't laugh at me, it's just that... my possession of an innate Dao body is the biggest secret in my heart. Revealing it today is unavoidable, and I'm a bit embarrassed."

Yuwen Xiaoyan and Han Ping looked at each other and smiled, "I understand!"

"Xuan Jing, you don't know. The so-called [Innate Dao Body] is just a new term coined by the cultivators of the Immortal Continent due to their lack of knowledge. In fact, your Innate Dao Body should be called [Fate]..."