Practice begins with immortality

Yingxian City, Wang Bai’s cave.

As a light curtain appeared, Wang Bai slowly emerged from it.

He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar atmosphere around him.

"Let's go out and find out how long it's been. We're in two different worlds, so there might be a time difference."

Wang Bai said this and walked out of the cave.

after a while.

"Half a month has passed, but a month has passed in the Wilderness Realm. It seems the time flow difference between the two worlds is one to two."

Wang Bai was in a good mood after reaching this conclusion, as it meant that he had twice as much time to practice as others.

At the same time, he also heard news about the calamity.

According to the information, the heavenly tribulation in Luoxia Mountain Range was brought about by the ancestor of Ziyu Sect in order to kill the invaders.

The power of that calamity was so immense that the mountains within a hundred miles were melted into magma.

Although the enemy was successfully eliminated, the Ziyu Sect also suffered heavy losses.

There was only one Jindan Zhenren left in the sect, and most of the foundation-building cultivators had died. As for the Qi-refining disciples, only one in ten remained.

Wang Bai frowned, secretly thanking himself for not staying there.

Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

At the same time, he also understood the current situation in Luoxia Mountains.

The Purple Jade Sect now only had one Jindan Zhenren, so naturally, it could no longer monopolize the entire Luoxia Mountain Range's spiritual lands. Furthermore, with the arrival of numerous foundation-building forces, the Purple Jade Sect decided to shrink its sphere of influence and sell off ownership of some of the spiritual land markets. This decision met with little opposition. After all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even the Purple Jade Sect was a Jindan power, and Jindan Zhenren lived for eight hundred years. The Purple Jade Sect's Jindan was less than three hundred years old, so five hundred years was plenty of time to cultivate another Jindan Zhenren.

Those factions that had obtained the spiritual land and market town were overjoyed. They had originally thought they could only establish a base on the edge of the Luoxia Mountains, but the opportunity to obtain the spiritual land and market town was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise. These factions began to prepare for relocation, intending to move deeper into the Luoxia Mountains.

Wang Bo didn't really care about the ownership of the spiritual land. After all, he was alone and didn't need the spiritual land. However -

"Perhaps, we could try collaborating with the Purple Jade Sect to see if we could exchange them for some inheritance of the Dao of Alchemy and Weapons." After all, the Purple Jade Sect was the most powerful faction in the Luoxia Mountains, and the resources and inheritance they controlled were undoubtedly invaluable. Joining them now would offer freedom and the opportunity to exchange for resources.

Wang Bai immediately took out his communication talisman and contacted Zhao Kai. He felt confident that Zhao Kai was still alive. After all, those who are close to the water are the first to see the moon. Zhao Kai had communicated directly with him, so he must have had a lot of Thunder Spirit Talismans on him. Coupled with his cultivation level of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, surviving this catastrophe should not be a difficult task.

Soon, Zhao Kai's voice came from the communication talisman. After some discussion, Wang Bai successfully joined the Purple Jade Sect. Afterwards, Wang Bai came to the Purple Jade Sect's Foreign Affairs Hall.

After this catastrophe, the entire Foreign Affairs Hall seemed somewhat deserted. However, this was not without its benefits. The Purple Jade Sect was in urgent need of fresh blood, and therefore placed special emphasis on Foundation Establishment cultivators. Upon joining the Purple Jade Sect, these cultivators would immediately receive 600 Contribution Points, a special currency that could be exchanged for various precious treasures within the Purple Jade Sect. Foreign cultivators also had responsibilities and were required to complete at least two missions per year.

Wang Bai's eyes fell on the exchange list, carefully browsing the prices of various items. He discovered that a first-level alchemy weapon inheritance actually required a full 100 contribution points! And a second-level inheritance was a whopping 500 contribution points!

As far as he knew, earning 200 contribution points a year for a Foundation Establishment cultivator was already considered quite good. If it weren't for the current shortage of manpower and the fact that Wang Bai was a second-level Talisman Master, the Purple Jade Sect wouldn't have given out 600 contribution points.

Faced with such a high price, Wang Bai made his decision without hesitation. He thought to himself, "If a small clan like the Xuanhun Tribe has so many second-tier refining materials in its treasury, wouldn't the larger clans have even third-tier materials in their treasuries? Furthermore, choosing a refining inheritance not only allows me to exchange refining for essence and blood for body refining, but also allows me to compel those powerful individuals to gather skills and inheritances from the Wilderness Realm for me." With this in mind, Wang Bai resolutely chose to exchange for first-tier and second-tier refining inheritances.

After obtaining the item, Wang Bai returned to his cave, took out the jade pendant, and headed to the Desolate Realm. "With the time difference between the two realms, I think it won't be long before I can become a second-level weapon refiner."

On the other side, the underground stone chamber of the Xuanhun Department.

"Dad, that strange man went to Hun Qiankun as soon as he arrived in the clan. I took people to look for him but couldn't find him. This strange man is most likely to be our enemy!" Hun Yuanhui anxiously reported to Hun Qianyuan.

"Dad, why don't we just divide up some of the territory of Luohun Forest in exchange for help from masters of other tribes, okay—" Before he could finish his words, Hun Yuanhui was knocked to the ground by Hun Qianyuan with a palm.

"You're talking nonsense! Never insult my intelligence in front of me again!" Hun Qianyuan cursed in frustration, "Falling Soul Forest is the foundation of my Xuanhun tribe. How can we give it away?"

"Dad, I really have no other choice. The old fellow Hun Qiankun's swordsmanship is almost superb, and he is very powerful. Once he appoints a successor at the clan meeting in ten days, the position of clan leader will be completely out of our reach." Hun Yuanhui said aggrievedly, covering his face.

"Hmph! Do you think I don't know? But we have other ways." Hun Qianyuan said with cold eyes.

"Other methods?" Hun Yuanhui asked with some confusion.

"When we were fighting for the king beast's blood, I also got a drop. I will use this king beast's blood to ask a top warrior of the Weeping Blood Society to help me deal with Hun Qiankun. You take two warriors to deal with that alien." Hun Qianyuan said with a sinister look on his face.

"Dad, that alien is very powerful, I'm afraid..." Hun Yuanhui said with some concern.

"Don't worry, the alien will become a fish on the chopping board as long as he gets close to us. Even if he has also cultivated a combat body, you three generals can hold him back. After I deal with Hun Qiankun, I will deal with him too." Hun Qianyuan said confidently.

Then, Hun Qianyuan pulled out a jade bottle from his bosom. Inside was a drop of golden-red blood, emitting a strong bloody scent. This was the blood of a king beast, which could help someone break through to the king level, but unfortunately, the quantity was too small.

Hun Qianyuan handed the jade bottle to Hun Yuanhui and said, "Take this and go find the top warriors of the Weeping Blood Society. They will definitely agree to help. Remember, we must keep it a secret and don't let anyone else know about our plan."

Hun Yuanhui took the jade bottle, carefully put it away, and turned to leave. The middle-aged man watched him from behind, a flicker of determination and viciousness in his eyes. This time he had to succeed, he had to get rid of Hun Qiankun. He had been suppressed by Hun Qiankun his entire life, and this time he had to win.