Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Chen Yunhao put two fingers together and a flash of sword light flashed across.

What the monk swung out was a black rope. There was no spiritual light on it, but it was actually a low-grade magic weapon.

Chen Yunhao's sword light failed to cut the rope.

The rope was like a nimble snake, nimbly avoiding the sword light and twisting in the air to wrap around Chen Yunhao's neck.

This surprised Chen Yunhao a little. One really cannot underestimate the people in this world.

You have to know that Chen Yunhao is now a real sword cultivator. A seemingly random attack is enough to make ordinary cultivators panic.

But the rope in front of me is clearly a low-grade magic weapon, definitely not a spiritual weapon. This is interesting!

Chen Yunhao just spread out his five fingers and clapped his palms. A bolt of lightning as thick as his arm appeared out of nowhere and hit the rope with a click.

"Blue Thunder Art......!"

The cultivator opposite exclaimed. He had been doubting Chen Yunhao's identity just now, but this Qing Lei Jue could not be faked.

Almost every cultivator in the Boundless Sea knows that those who can perform the Green Thunder Art are not limited to the disciples of Thunder Mountain.

These are the elite disciples of Thunder Mountain and the direct disciples of the main lineage, so their identities cannot be fake!

After being hit by Chen Yunhao's palm thunder, the rope instantly became like a wooden stick and fell stiffly downwards.

"Fellow Daoist from Thunder Mountain, please stop. I mean no harm..."

Seeing Chen Yunhao preparing to attack again, the cultivator opposite hurriedly waved his hand.

He just stretched out his hand, pulled the rope back and hid it in his sleeve.

"I am indeed looking for a cave, a cave left behind by Master Fang a thousand years ago."

Seeing that Chen Yunhao did not take any more action, the monk extended his hands, clasped his fists, and took the initiative to tell the purpose of his trip.

"Master Fang? Never heard of him."

Chen Yunhao frowned. Only Jindan cultivators were called true masters. What was so good about exploring the cave left behind by a Jindan cultivator?

"Master Fang is a casual cultivator, a master alchemist from a thousand years ago. I wonder if you have ever heard of the Fire Vein Pill?"

Chen Yunhao thought about it and seemed to have recorded this kind of elixir in the sect's classics, but there was no method to refine it.

In addition, the Fire Vein Pill is not an elixir that can improve your cultivation level, but an elixir that can repair meridians, warm the meridians, and eliminate coldness.

"The Fire Vein Pill is the elixir first created by Master Fang. The method for refining it has been lost, and I have no idea where to find the main ingredient..."

Seeing Chen Yunhao nodded, the monk continued.

"After years of inquiries, I learned that Master Fang once practiced in seclusion on this island for decades... Fellow Daoist, I only want one Fire Vein Pill to save people. I won't take anything else..."

"How can I believe your words?"

Anyone who has achieved success in cultivating immortals is always shrewd and cunning. An honest and kind person cannot go far on this path.

So Chen Yunhao didn't believe what he said, and was even half-believing and half-doubting.

"Fellow Daoist, please look at this."

The monk raised his hand and threw an ancient jade slip to Chen Yunhao.

Chen Yunhao took two steps back and used his spiritual power to capture the jade slip in mid-air, but did not grab it directly. Only by being careful can one sail for eternity.

This is a jade slip that is quite old. Inside is a map that only shows the general shape of the mountains and terrain, and is not very detailed.

"How can you be sure that what's recorded here is Cuttlefish Island and not some other island?"

Chen Yunhao frowned, because he really couldn't see anything from the map.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Ever since I got this map, I've been searching for it for a full fifteen years. I only just recently confirmed that it's on this island."

"Do you dare to swear?"

Chen Yunhao believed it halfway, although he was not very interested in Master Fang's cave, but no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat, and if there is any benefit, he will naturally take it.

Upon hearing this, the monk hesitated for a moment, then quickly reached out and bit his finger, drew a few lines in the air, and muttered something.

"I, He Wenting, swear to heaven that every word I say is true. If I find Master Fang's cave, I will take only one Fire Vein Pill. If I disobey, heaven will strike me with five thunders and the devil will take over my body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the runes drawn in the air flashed and disappeared into his head.

Chen Yunhao nodded in satisfaction. This kind of mental oath cannot be made casually. Once made, it must be bound by heaven and earth. If violated, the consequences will be dire.

Chen Yunhao returned the jade slip in his hand to He Wenting.

"Don't blame me, Daoist He. I really have no choice!"

Chen Yunhao smiled and clasped his fists, then returned to his true form.

"It's you... Wen Ting thanks you for your guidance back then!"

Obviously He Wenting also thought of Chen Yunhao. Although he was a little surprised, he couldn't help but sigh that the arrangement of fate was so ingenious.

Chen Yunhao smiled and waved his hand.

"Fellow Daoist He, please continue searching for Master Fang's cave. I will fully cooperate with you."

"You still don't know your last name?"

"My last name is Hu..."

Of course, Chen Yunhao couldn't just say his real name.

"Friend Hu, please follow me. I have just found a clue..."

The two returned to the place where Chen Yunhao had just found He Wenting.

Looking from above, there is a forest below, but when you land on the ground, you can see a cave hidden among the trees.

The cave was pitch black, with smoke billowing out of the entrance, and it smelled like sulfur.

No restrictions were found at the entrance of the cave. Perhaps because it was very old, no traces of anyone passing through were found.

"Fellow Daoist He, can you confirm that this is Master Fang's cave?"

Chen Yunhao asked with some confusion.

Because there is no trace of human activity at the entrance of this cave, but there are signs of animals frequently coming in and out, it looks more like an animal's nest.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Hu. This is the only place that is most similar to what's recorded on the map. Look at the smoke coming out of the underground fire here. It's the most suitable place for refining the elixir."

He Wenting was full of confidence. He waved his sleeves and a huge wind blew up, blowing away all the dry grass around the cave entrance.

In order to show his sincerity, He Wenting took the lead and walked into the cave.

Chen Yunhao remained silent and followed He Wenting three or four steps away.

The entrance to the cave is relatively wide, but it becomes narrower as you go deeper, and in the end, only one person can pass through.

Moreover, this cave does indeed lead underground at an angle, and the smell of sulfur is getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

After walking down for six or seven miles, Chen Yunhao observed the cave all the way and felt that it was created naturally without any trace of human construction.

However, Chen Yunhao observed more carefully, although the cave was as dark as ink and he couldn't see his hand in front of him.

But the monk's sight did not need any illumination, and he discovered a strand of hair similar to a human hair between the cracks in the stone.

This is enough to prove that someone had entered this cave before.