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

After completing the transaction, Liu Xing left Yinshan Market without a moment's pause, flying westward. He planned to take the Xuantian Sect's entrance exam, striving to become a disciple and then pursue the Foundation Establishment Pill. He now had everything ready; he only needed to find a safe place to focus on seclusion, and he would be able to reach the peak of the twelfth level. He had also read extensively in the market over the past few years, gaining a general understanding of the world of cultivation. While many of the matters of his predecessors remained vague and incomplete, his knowledge of the Qi training stage should be comparable to anyone else's. He was no longer a naive newcomer, nor was he a naive newcomer. With his experience, he had become more cautious, developing a habit of foresight and treading cautiously. He always considered failure before victory, prioritizing survival over wealth. This was evident in the numerous backup plans he had prepared before entering the market, even when carrying valuable treasures. Even now, when he was leaving the market town, he looked back every few steps, with his mind fully open. He also adjusted his direction several times along the way, looking very cautious.

"Cultivating immortality is exhausting, mentally exhausting," Liu Xing sighed. He'd read countless biographies of famous figures in the market, and the vast majority of those who practiced immortality didn't achieve a happy ending. There were countless murders for their treasures, and those who reached the end of their lives, unable to achieve a breakthrough, died in depression. Therefore, once embarking on the path of cultivation, there was no turning back; one must forge ahead. Having lived two lives, experienced many things, and possessed a formidable mindset, he could easily adjust his mindset and continue on his journey with a simple sigh.

Wei Qingqing completed the deal with Liu Xing, earning several thousand spirit stones. Feeling elated, he returned to Xuanyin Tower with his maid. He returned to his office on the second floor, sat on a recliner, and with his delicate hands, he grabbed an unknown fruit and began to nibble on it, appearing to be intoxicated. After a short rest, a sinister-looking young man suddenly appeared in the room.

"Qingqing, did you miss me?" The sinister man said to Wei Qingqing with a smirk on his face and walked towards her.

"My concubine greets the young master." Wei Qingqing heard the voice, looked up and saw the sinister man, she was horrified, and immediately bowed her head and knelt on the ground, her body shaking involuntarily.

The newcomer was a distinguished figure. He was the grandson of Xuanyin Sect's leader, Song Delei, named Song Ming. He possessed extraordinary spiritual talents, having successfully established his foundation at the age of thirty and was currently in the early stages of his journey. He was deeply beloved by the Sect Leader, who showered him with care and affection, gifted him with numerous magical instruments for self-defense. Whenever he entered or left the sect, he was protected by a Jindan-stage expert. He was respectfully addressed as the Xuanyin Sect's Young Master. His exceptional talent and distinguished status gave him unparalleled power within the sect, a power few dared to provoke. It was unknown where he had acquired a manual on dual cultivation techniques, but he had taken in many beautiful women as slaves, using their Yin to replenish their Yang, and had harmed countless women.

"Qingqing, get up quickly. There's no need to be so polite." The sinister man hurried forward, helped Wei Qingqing up, and took her in his arms, holding her tightly and touching her all over.

"Young master, don't do that." Wei Qingqing struggled desperately to avoid the sinister man's strange hands.

The more he struggled, the more excited Song Ming became, his eyes gleaming with lust. The women he wanted all threw themselves at him, but Wei Qingqing was the only one who kept rejecting him. This irritated him greatly, and the more he couldn't get her, the more he wanted her. He kept his hands on her, and his mouth was full of obscene words, tempting her.

"Qingqing, this time I finally got rid of those two damn followers and sneaked out to see you. I am crazy about you, so just give in to me." Song Ming was relentless.

"Young Master, I have something to report." Wei Qingqing wanted to use other things to distract his attention so as to send this plague god away.

"Oh, what's going on?" Song Ming was indeed attracted and stopped. Wei Qingqing took the opportunity to break free from his arms.

"Recently, a Qi Refining cultivator named Mei has been selling a large number of magic tools in the market. He looks like a casual cultivator and practices the most basic technique, 'Ice and Water Technique', but he has a net worth of nearly 100,000 spirit stones. I have just completed a large transaction with him, and he exchanged a large number of elixirs and cultivation resources. I guess this person must have accidentally obtained the secret collection of a senior in the late Foundation Establishment stage, so he is eager to sell it in exchange for resources to improve his personal cultivation." Wei Qingqing thought of using Liu Xing as a shield, and silently said in her heart: I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Mei, I hope you can run away faster. I can't protect myself, so I have to resort to this desperate measure.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones? A secret treasure from the late stage of foundation building?" Song Ming was indeed attracted. He himself did not have so much money, and he immediately had evil intentions.

"What is this person's level of cultivation? Where is he now?" he asked, maintaining his rationality.

"This person has hidden cultivation that I cannot see, but he is undoubtedly a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. He left the market town half an hour ago and headed west." Wei Qingqing told him everything, hoping that this plague god would chase him quickly.

"Qi Refining Stage? Is that even worthy of such wealth?" Song Ming sneered. Since entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, his mana has doubled. Qi Refining disciples, in his eyes, are nothing but vulnerable chickens and clay dogs. Furthermore, he possesses numerous top-grade magical instruments for protection. However, his greatest asset is a talisman gifted to him by the sect leader. With this talisman, even cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage would be forced to retreat. Without further delay, he decided to hunt down Liu Xing, lest he disappear into thin air and be impossible to catch.

"Qingqing, wait for me to come back. I'll go and kill him, and then come back to tell you my true feelings." Song Ming thought about it carefully. Seeing that the other party had not been away for long, he figured that with his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, he should be able to catch up with a Qi Refining stage cultivator quickly.

A gust of black wind blew, and Song Ming vanished. Looking out the window, she saw him soaring westward at full speed. Wei Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe for now; the plague god was finally gone. But what would she do next? He would come back and haunt her again. For now, she was trying to avoid him as long as she could, delaying the situation for as long as she could. She had no roots or connections, and although she possessed three spiritual roots, she hadn't advanced yet, leaving her like a fish on the chopping block, at the mercy of others. She had worked so hard, keeping Xuanyin Tower in perfect order and achieving rapid success, all in the name of merit for the sect and earning the Foundation Establishment Pill. She had already reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining. If she succeeded in building her foundation, she wouldn't have to fear Song Ming in terms of cultivation. The sect would also value her more, giving her more room to maneuver. After Song Ming's outburst, her good mood instantly faded. After much deliberation, she saw no other option, so she retreated to her quiet room and began her retreat, striving to reach the pinnacle of the twelfth level as quickly as possible.