Practice begins with immortality

"Brother, I heard that recently many forces across Yunshan County have been forced to disband or even be wiped out by the order to donate medicine. Do you think the government will levy medicinal materials from our Fenglei Sect in the future?"

In front of the Fengleimen Mountain Gate, a disciple on guard asked with some concern.

After hearing this, the older disciple showed a hint of disdain on his face and sneered, "Humph, those people are just a bunch of cowards. If they were really brave, how could they be frightened like this by a small order to donate medicine? As for us in the Fenglei Sect, they don't dare to provoke us."

However, at this moment, a young disciple on guard suddenly turned pale and pointed behind the older disciple and said in a trembling voice: "Master... Senior Brother, there is someone behind you!"

The older disciple was startled when he heard this and turned around abruptly. He saw a young man in a black robe appear behind him, looking at them with a smile.

"Oh no! It's a peerless master! Junior brother, quickly go inform the sect leader!"

The older disciple's face changed drastically, and he secretly groaned in his heart. He immediately shouted loudly, reminding his fellow disciples around him to quickly inform the sect leader.

"There is no need to panic, my two young friends. I am Huang Li, and I have come here specially to pay a visit to the Fenglei Patriarch. Please inform him." The old man in black robe said with a smile, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

Although these two Fenglei Sect disciples were weak, they were able to react quickly to the unexpected changes, demonstrating a certain degree of adaptability. Moreover, their loyalty and sense of responsibility to the sect were also gratifying.

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Behind Fenglei Gate, a small wooden house sits amidst the forest. The surroundings are tranquil and peaceful, with the mountain breeze gently rustling the leaves.

Wang Bai and the white-haired, wrinkled old man sat opposite each other. They both looked serious and seemed to be discussing something important.

This old man was over ninety years old, yet he was vigorous and radiant, like an immortal, inspiring awe in everyone. He was none other than Li Tingfeng, the Grandmaster of the Fenglei Sect.

"I wonder how old Fellow Daoist Huang is? And to whom did he learn his trade?" Li Tingfeng asked Wang Bai, staring at him sharply.

Wang Bai smiled slightly and replied softly, "I am nearly sixty years old, and my master's lineage is only one. Before this, I had been living in seclusion in the mountains, concentrating on cultivation."

In fact, if we count his past and present lives, Wang Bo is indeed almost sixty years old.

Li Tingfeng glanced at Wang Bai in surprise and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I never thought Fellow Daoist Huang looked so young, even though he's nearly sixty. He truly has the secret to staying young! Tong'er, quickly go get me some of my fine tea so Fellow Daoist Huang can taste it!"

After saying that, Li Tingfeng waved his hand, signaling the children beside him to go and get the tea.

After a while, a child came to the table holding an exquisite wooden box. He carefully opened the box, took out the tea leaves, and then skillfully began to brew tea. In a moment, the fragrance of tea filled the whole room.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden crisp sound - "bang", a teacup was dropped to the ground by a little child and shattered into pieces.

Li Tingfeng slammed the table angrily and shouted, "You're so clumsy that you can't even pour a cup of tea! Go get another one!"

The little boy turned pale with fright, nodded quickly and left in a hurry.

"Fellow Daoist Li, there's no need to go through so much trouble." Wang Bai said with a smile, while slowly opening his palm.

The two focused their eyes on his palm, and saw a mysterious aura flowing in the palm.

As Wang Bai concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, a teacup made of red jade gradually appeared in his palm.

This scene left everyone present stunned. Li Tingfeng couldn't help but exclaim, "This is... the formation of refining energy!"

"Fellow Daoist Huang, your cultivation is truly amazing! I'm afraid you'll be able to break through to the legendary innate realm in the future!" Li Tingfeng said excitedly.

However, Wang Bai asked curiously, "May I ask, Fellow Daoist Li, what is the Xiantian realm?"

This question also aroused the interest of the children, and they all wanted to hear an explanation about this mysterious realm.

Li Tingfeng pondered for a moment and replied, "This is a realm recorded in ancient texts. According to legend, those who reach this realm can transform their internal energy into a stream of innate true qi. Unfortunately, only a few people in history have broken through this realm, and now no one knows how to break through."

"However, based on my years of experience studying ancient texts and visiting some ancient sects, I speculate that the key to breaking through the innate realm may lie in the strength of the soul."

After hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought. This answer made them even more awed about the path of cultivation.

"I wonder if there are any innate warriors left in the world now?"

Wang Bai asked curiously.

"Of course not. If there really were, the world would have been unified long ago. There wouldn't be any Xuan, Liang, Chen, etc."

"However, it's said that someone has now obtained a fragment of a map that records the location of the Yama Secret Vault. This Yama Palace is a force that dates back three hundred years. It is said that its founder was an innate warrior. The secret vault may contain the secret to breaking through the innate realm. Therefore, the Xuanwu Guard and the Yeyu Society have been fighting each other for the past few years to the point of almost losing their brains in the fight for the Yama Secret Vault."

Wang Bai nodded to show that he understood, and then continued to ask, "Night Rain Society, I wonder if Fellow Daoist Li knows the origin of this Night Rain Society?"

"This Night Rain Society was founded by the previous Emperor Xuan's younger brother, the Green Prince Zhang Xuanqing. When the Green Prince failed in his bid for the throne and fled back to his fiefdom, he secretly trained warriors and recruited various martial arts masters in the hope of seizing the throne in the future. I wonder what the relationship is between Fellow Daoist Huang and this Night Rain Society?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Wang Bo's eyes, and he said, "There is a grudge!"