Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

Until the Blood Demon's soul was annihilated and the soul search ceased, Liu Xing removed his storage bag and set fire to his body, reducing it to ash. Only then did Liu Xing finally breathe a sigh of relief. Today's battle had been truly dangerous; he had nearly lost his life. If it hadn't been for Zhu Di's life-saving intervention, he would have died. This bloody lesson taught Liu Xing a profound understanding of the consequences of complacency. Although his magic power had unexpectedly increased significantly, he was far from happy. If he had to do it again, he would definitely use drastic measures to eliminate the enemy first. A gentleman never stands under a dangerous wall, always remember this.

He continued to have Duoduo on guard, while he spent a day restoring his mana to peak levels. Duoduo had already proactively searched the caves, gathering the storage bags of many cultivators. Liu Xing examined them one by one, finding over a dozen top-grade magical instruments, around a thousand spirit stones, and several manuals of various kinds. To Liu Xing, these gains were insignificant. The only thing that caught his eye was the Oolong Grass. He carefully examined it again, reaffirming his feelings, and then, satisfied, collected it. Next, he would gradually gather the other auxiliary ingredients for the Oolong Pill, so he could refine a full batch of the pill.

Liu Xing arrived at the blood pool. The blood had dried up, revealing the densely packed skeletons at the bottom. Liu Xing couldn't help but clasp his hands together and chant "Amitabha." The blood demon had passed away, and the souls of these tragically deceased monks could finally rest in peace. He cast a fire talisman, reducing the skeletons to ash.

He turned his attention to the altar and studied it carefully. It turned out to be a barrier designed to aid in the absorption of blood essence. The Blood Pill Art contained detailed instructions for its layout. After half a day, he had a rough understanding of the principle, and with a wave of his hand, he destroyed the altar and filled in the pool of blood. Thus, everything here returned to dust, its former sinister and bloody aura gone, transforming it into a simple cave. Liu Xing composed himself and headed for the cave entrance. Duoduo had already cleared the rocks blocking the east gate, but it was powerless against the barrier set by the bald man. Liu Xing easily broke through it in an hour. He then put away Duoduo, summoned his assault boat, and flew deep into the grasslands, intending to cross the Monchi Grassland and continue his journey towards the Thousand Machine Sect.

Three days later, Liu Xing sensed a pack of prairie wolves attacking a young man in his twenties, some twenty or thirty miles away. The young man possessed the initial stages of Foundation Establishment cultivation, and remarkably, he had two puppets assisting him in defense. However, the wolves numbered thirty or forty, all Level 1 demonic beasts, and under siege, the young man was in dire straits. This was Liu Xing's first encounter with someone using puppets, so after a moment's deliberation, he decided to rescue the young man and gather information. He sped towards the scene of the battle, arriving in a moment's time.

"I am Yue Qianjun from Qianji Sect. Please help me, fellow Daoist. I will reward you handsomely." Seeing fellow humans passing by, the young man shouted for help. His magic power was almost gone, and he was now surrounded by wolves and in imminent danger.

"Don't panic, Fellow Daoist Yue. I'm here to save you." Liu Xing was overjoyed when he heard that they were disciples of the Qianji Sect. He had already intended to rescue them, but now he was even more motivated. He flung out forty or fifty Horn Python Talismans, knocking the wolves to the ground, preventing them from continuing their attack. Liu Xing summoned the Mother-Child Blade, the Mother Plate in hand, and launched nine flying knives at the wolves. In no time, the wolves were decimated, and the few remaining ones, seeing the situation was dire, fled in all directions. Liu Xing took out the Yin Gathering Bowl and collected the wolves' spirits. He also took out the wolf's demon core and wolf skins, giving half to Yue Qianjun and keeping the other half for himself.

Yue Qianjun was still stunned. The wolves that had nearly driven him to death were swiftly annihilated by this man. Although his power level was one level higher than his own, he was still too powerful. Seeing a storage bag thrown towards him, he subconsciously caught it. Only after he caught it did he realize that it was inappropriate, so he hurriedly said:

"I am deeply grateful for saving my life. These are your spoils of war, I cannot accept them."

"Anyone who sees it gets a share, so please accept it, Fellow Daoist Yue. I'm Liu Xing, and I just happened to meet you. It's just a small favor, so please don't be polite, Fellow Daoist." Liu Xing said casually.

"Brother Liu, no, no, you saved my life. I can't thank you enough for saving me. I dare not accept the spoils." Yue Qianjun refused to accept the spoils and ran over to put them back into Liu Xing's hands.

Seeing that the other party refused to accept it, Liu Xing had no choice but to give up, otherwise it would be a bit too much. Yue Qianjun was relieved to see that he had finally put away the spoils. He then put away the two puppets and handed one to Liu Xing, saying, "Brother Liu, thank you for saving my life. This puppet is the only one I have that I can use, so I'll give it to you. Please accept it."

"Brother Yue, you've called me brother several times. How can I still have the nerve to accept your things? I recognize you as my brother. To be honest, the puppet in the early stage of foundation building is of little use to me, so I'll give it to you for self-defense." Yue Qianjun didn't expect Liu Xing to say such a thing. He was quite moved. Brother Liu was chivalrous and righteous, and he felt that it was not bad to recognize him as his brother.

He straightened his appearance, bowed solemnly to Liu Xing, and said, "Big Brother, please accept my humble respect!"

Liu Xing looked at Yue Qianjun with a smile. His powerful spiritual sense could sense his sincerity. So he bowed solemnly, "Brother Yue, from now on, we will call each other brothers."

When people get along, it's all about fate. Some become lovers at first sight, while others become brothers. Liu Xing was immediately impressed by Yue Qianjun, a man of integrity, sincerity, and exceptional talent. Yue Qianjun, on the other hand, saw Liu Xing as a role model, a man of warmth, loyalty, and strength. The two sat down on the floor and struck up a lively conversation. Liu Xing even pulled out a bottle of spirit wine, and the two began drinking and chatting.

Yue Qianjun confessed that he was a core disciple of the Qianji Sect's Puppetry Department. He had come out to capture some demonic beast spirits to refine puppets. He had originally completed the mission well, but who knew that his luck was bad. On his way back, he encountered a pack of wolves and was almost stranded there. Liu Xing also confessed that he was a casual cultivator who had traveled 108,000 miles to join the Qianji Sect's Forbidden Department and learn the art of prohibition.

"Brother Liu, are you joining the Thousand Machines Sect? That's great! From now on, we brothers can practice together." Yue Qianjun, upon learning of Liu Xing's goal, practically leaped for joy. As expected, he possessed a youthful spirit. Only twenty-five or twenty-six, he had already reached the initial stages of Foundation Establishment, demonstrating considerable talent. The two chatted for the entire afternoon, feeling a pang of regret for not meeting each other earlier. They then set off together, heading towards the Thousand Machines Sect.