Practice begins with immortality

"Young man, are you going to the vast grassland? That place is boundless. Even the oldest herdsmen don't know how big it is. If you go in, you may even encounter some strange beasts that even the warriors can't defeat. But don't go deep into it!" said an old man on horseback. This old man was the herdsman Wang Bai found in the local area.

"Don't worry, father-in-law. Just take me there. I'm just going to take a look and won't go deeper. Besides, I only have martial arts skills. No one can beat me." Wang Bai said with a smile on another horse.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him with some concern, but seeing his confidence, he stopped talking, thinking that perhaps he really had something extraordinary. The two of them galloped along and soon arrived at the edge of the grassland.

"Father-in-law, you take the horse back first. Don't worry about me, someone will come to pick me up." Wang Bai pulled the reins, turned around, dismounted and said to the old man.

"Is that so? Then young man, you better be careful. I, old man, will leave first." The old man nodded, turned his horse around and led it away.

Watching the old man's receding figure, Wang Bai took a deep breath and walked into the grassland. His steps were light and firm, as if the grassland held no danger to him. Behind him, a trail of deep and shallow footprints stretched into the distance...

Wang Bai continued on his journey, crossing the vast grasslands, endless deserts and vast Gobi... After a whole year, he finally arrived in front of a mountain range.

As his spiritual energy gradually increased, Wang Bai successfully broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining and became a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

"This must be the Luoxia Mountains. There is a market called Chiyu on the mountain. Zhang Mo practiced here for his entire life."

More than three hundred years have passed. For the mortal world, this is enough to cause earth-shaking changes, but in the world of immortal cultivation, more than three hundred years is just like a flash of light, a blink of an eye.

Wang Bai went deep into the Luoxia Mountains and finally came to a valley shrouded in fog.

He stopped and stared at the stone wall at the entrance of the valley, thinking to himself: "This must be it." Then, he stretched out his finger and gently input a wisp of spiritual power into the stone wall.

In an instant, the stone wall emitted a faint light, as if responding to his actions.

Wang Bai smiled faintly and whispered to himself, "Sure enough, this Chiyufang Market is still there."

At that moment, two figures slowly emerged from the white mist. They were two Qi Refining First-Level cultivators. Sensing the spiritual light emanating from Wang Bai, their expressions changed. They hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "Zhao Ping and Li Ying, patrol disciples of Chiyufang, greet you, Senior! Is this your first time here? If so, please hand over a spirit stone in exchange for a travel token." They nervously looked at Wang Bai, awaiting his response.

Wang Bai smiled faintly and, without hesitation, pulled out a spirit stone from his bosom and handed it to one of the cultivators. The cultivator took the spirit stone, a flicker of joy in his eyes, and then quickly took out a token engraved with the word "Red Jade" and a scroll from his storage bag, carefully handing them to Wang Bai.

"Senior, this is the pass token. With this token, you can pass through the formation and go to the market. This scroll is an introduction to the market. If you have nothing else to do, the two of us will take our leave."