I can start with eternal life and summon the ancestors of China!

After Ning Ping'an left, Chen Ning lived in Ping'an City for another four years, just like before, working in the teahouse during the day and practicing in the backyard at night. Now Chen Ping was also a great cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining. No one objected to him being named the number one cultivator in Ping'an City.

A year ago, Ning Ping'an returned. She looked completely different from when she first left. She exuded a vast aura, as vast as the ocean to Chen Ning. According to the little girl herself, she was already a true late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Chen Ning looked at his fifth level of Qi Refining and remained silent for a long time. It seemed that the old ancestor's skills were not that powerful after all. It was definitely not as high as the little girl's skills.

"Old Black, you stole my wine again? I saved all this wine for you after so much effort for a few years, didn't I?"

Chen Ning was furious. He had finally made a breakthrough in his cultivation and wanted to have a drink to celebrate. But damn, the wine in his jar had been replaced with water without him even noticing!

"Wang!"

Heizi held his head high, firmly believing that as long as he was not caught on the spot, he had not done it!

"You bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson, you might not be able to tell the difference between a big king and a small king?"

Chen Ning suddenly jumped up and slapped Heizi's dog on the back.

when! ! !

What surprised Chen Ning was that when he slapped Heizi's back, there was a metallic sound. Heizi's dog back was like a piece of iron plate, and it made his hand numb!

Chen Ning was shocked. What on earth was going on with this little black guy? He was already a great cultivator who had been practicing for five years, but he couldn't do anything to this little black guy?

"You practice secretly?"

Chen Ningjing looked at Heizi in surprise and doubt, she really didn't understand.

"Woof! Woof?"

Cultivation? What is cultivation? I don't know!

Wang! ! !

"Fuck! It's like a mountain of pressure, Lao Hei, are you serious?"

Heizi suddenly jumped up and pressed towards Chen Ning like a small mountain.

"Fuck! Lao Hei, you're so damn heavy. I can't breathe under your weight."

Chen Ning was shocked. For some reason, this old black man not only had thick skin, but was also very heavy!

Woof! ?

Heizi himself didn't know what was going on, but ever since Chen Ning started practicing, his physical fitness had been getting better day by day.

at this time!

boom! !

Suddenly, a strong breath erupted from Chen Ning's body, and a black substance like mud suddenly emerged from his body. This black substance had a pungent fishy smell, just like the filth vomited out by people who drank too much.

Chen Ning opened his eyes wide, staring at his body in disbelief, muttering, "Is this... all the tendons and veins are open, hair is removed and marrow is cleansed, foundation is established!?"

Sure enough, the next moment.

"Ding! Ying Zheng breaks through the Golden Core and achieves Nascent Soul. Reward the host with the Foundation Establishment Cultivation, Ancestral Dragon Fist!"

Chen Ning was overjoyed. "Oh my goodness! You're so cruel! He's already at the Nascent Soul stage? It's only been five years, right? What a monster!"

At this time, in the city of Shi, billions of miles away, there was the number one sect, the Shangqing Sect.

Ying Zheng, who had been in this world for five years, was cultivating here. Originally, Ying Zheng had been practicing under the guise of Yuqing Taoist, one of the Three Great Patriarchs of Shangqing. However, Yuqing Taoist taught Ying Zheng for only one day before sighing, "This child, I cannot teach, and no one else can."

As soon as these words spread, the cultivators throughout Shicheng were in an uproar. Who was Yuqing Daoist? One of the Three Great Patriarchs of Shangqing, his cultivation had long since reached the heavens and earth. He was a truly powerful being, a combined power! He had long since touched the Dao of heaven and earth, and in the eyes of cultivators, he was an immortal, with a lifespan of up to 100,000 years!

Although Ying Zheng's appearance and Yu Qing's words caused an uproar among the cultivators of Shicheng, Ying Zheng's subsequent performance was truly astonishing.

Six months to reach Foundation Establishment, fourteen months to reach Golden Core, five years to break through the Dan and become an Infant, and finally to the Nascent Soul! Damn, the iron laws of the immortal cultivation world, this guy doesn't have to follow them at all, right? If he were to announce that all of Ying Zheng's immortal cultivation techniques were self-created, I wonder what outsiders would think.

The moment Ying Zheng entered the Nascent Soul stage, his eyes suddenly opened wide: "So that's how it is!"

After spending a day consolidating his cultivation, Ying Zheng bid farewell to Taoist Yuqing the next day.

"Master, I want to go outside to gain some experience. You know that this place is not suitable for my training."

Taoist Yuqing sighed softly: "I have known for a long time that this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon!"

"Master, I will never forget your kindness!"

Hearing Ying Zheng's promise, Yuqing Taoist was relieved: "Ying Zheng, I am not your master. I just took you in for a while. Do you understand?"

"Ying Zheng understands!"

Ying Zheng wasn't surprised at what Yuqing Taoist said. It wasn't for anything else, but simply because his cultivation method had destined him to face countless enemies throughout his life. He would either perish in countless battles, or become stronger when faced with a stronger opponent, ultimately dominating the world.

Taoist Yuqing waved his hand casually, and a storage ring appeared in Ying Zheng's hand, and he waved his hand.

"You go ahead. If possible, I hope you can take care of the Shangqing Sect in the future."

"Ying Zheng understands!"

After saying that, Ying Zheng kowtowed three times respectfully to Taoist Yuqing. This ceremony was to express his gratitude to Taoist Yuqing for his recognition and also to express his gratitude to Ying Zheng for punishing his clan!

After the worship, Ying Zheng turned into a stream of light and flew towards the east. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, the direction Ying Zheng was heading to was Ping'an City!

The next day, news of shocking news spread from Shicheng again. Shangqing's Ying Zheng, disrespecting his elders, injured Yuqing's senior brother and rebelled against the sect!

Ping'an City, Ping'an Teahouse!

Chen Ning had completely given up on his cultivation. Cultivating immortality? What kind of immortality was that? He'd toiled for years, but nothing compared to his ancestor's single breakthrough. Of course, that didn't mean Chen Ning had given up on cultivating immortality. Right now, he was simply focused on saving his life. If he could just make it through the next century, then he could bring his ancestor along. Wouldn't that be better than his own painstaking cultivation? Ultimately, his only mission was to stay alive!

As long as you can live for a thousand years, you will have ten awesome ancestors to help you cultivate. If you live for ten thousand years, a hundred, or a hundred thousand... Oh my God, if you really can get a thousand Chinese ancestors, I'm afraid they can all break through a realm in the time it takes to doze off, right?

"Lao Hei, we have too few life-saving skills!"

Chen Ning sighed, feeling worried! His and Heizi's foundation was too shallow. So far, they had only learned the cultivation techniques of the Beginning Dragon Art and the Ancestral Dragon Long Fist. He'd give up on the Beginning Dragon Art for now! As for the Ancestral Dragon Long Fist, it was indeed formidable. Every time he practiced it, a dragon-shaped fist intent would manifest around him. Chen Ning could sense its immense power. If he could one day materialize this dragon-shaped fist intent, he might be able to shatter mountains with just one punch!

"Brother, give me a pot of wine!"

Just as Chen Ning was daydreaming, a tall man wearing a bamboo hat appeared in the Ping'an Teahouse. Chen Ning slowly turned around and looked through the gap in the hat...

Fuck! Old...