Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Chen Fusheng took a big gulp of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and looked at the deep, cold wind cave with some resentment. He had been here for more than half a year, and he calculated that he should have gone down to the bottom at least three thousand feet. He didn't expect that it was still bottomless, which made him somewhat unwilling.

Peeking around, Chen Fusheng figured no one would be paying attention here. But better safe than sorry, he quietly took out a ring from around his neck. This was his sixth trump card: a storage ring. Although storage bags were common in the prehistoric world, that was only because they had small storage space and were easy to make. Even the best ones were only of the mortal grade, about ten cubic meters in size.

However, the storage ring is not so easy to refine, because it is more difficult to refine than a post-natal spiritual weapon. Generally, only Xuanxian and Jinxian have one. In the Lingbao Sect, apart from Master Lingyu Zhenren, no one else has found one yet. Chen Fusheng himself has only successfully refined one. The internal space is about the same as a three-bedroom house. He has been hiding it and dare not use it.

In fact, he is now capable of refining acquired spiritual artifacts. He doesn't know if it's because his major in his previous life was mechanical engineering and automation, but he feels that he is indeed very talented in refining artifacts. He can not only refine acquired spiritual treasures, but he has also refined several of them. For example, the spiritual robe he is wearing now is a low-grade spiritual treasure that he refined himself, and the Azure Cloud Boots he is wearing are also low-grade spiritual treasures. Although most of the artifacts he refines are low-grade acquired spiritual treasures, he has still managed to refine three mid-grade acquired spiritual treasures.

Looking at the black particles in his hand, Chen Fusheng recalled that night more than ten years ago. He had been refining low-grade spiritual treasures for a long time, but had made no progress. During that time, he was like a man possessed, constantly refining and destroying things until he accidentally refined a small black bean. Only then did he realize that he had succeeded.

Because it can detect any living thing within a radius of thousands of miles, including an ant, and because it can become invisible, Chen Fusheng gave it the imposing name "Eagle Eye".

Chen Fusheng gently placed "Eagle Eye" on his fingertip and flicked it lightly. "Eagle Eye" disappeared into the air. Chen Fusheng slowly closed his eyes, and his primordial spirit followed "Eagle Eye" to check the surroundings again. Finding that there was no one there, he then commanded "Eagle Eye" to continue flying downwards.

In truth, given Chen Fusheng's nature, he would never be so radical. However, he had great faith in his intuition, or "a woman's sixth sense." This intuition not only gave him an advantage in weapon crafting but also allowed him to make some vague judgments about things that were close to Chen Fusheng, good or bad. He had only determined this after several trials and verifications. When he first met Lingyu Zhenren, he had a strong desire in his heart that told him he had to capture him. Of course, it wasn't always a good thing; sometimes it could be a life-threatening premonition. This time, Chen Fusheng wanted to take a gamble. If things didn't work out, he would retreat immediately, at most losing a spiritual weapon.

As the "eagle eye" moved further and further away, the cave gradually grew larger: one hundred kilometers, two hundred, five hundred, nine hundred...

Just as Chen Fusheng was about to retract "Eagle Eye," he actually saw a glimmer of light. His heart skipped a beat, and that feeling returned. Even without a premonition, he knew it must be something good.

The Cold Wind Cave is perpetually covered in ice, and due to the cold wind, it is always shrouded in darkness. The people inside rely on their spiritual power to see. At a depth of nearly five thousand feet and in temperatures several thousand degrees below zero, they actually discovered light, and the word "opportunity" came to mind.

The steered "Eagle Eye" down a few more steps: 950, 990, 999, 1000. "Still not working."

Feeling that "Eagle Eye" couldn't descend any further, and knowing his cultivation was limited to controlling objects over long distances, Chen Fusheng watched the light below grow brighter and brighter, feeling he would soon get the answer. Since "Eagle Eye" couldn't descend any further, only he himself could go down.

Chen Fusheng put away the "Eagle Eye" and took out a purple spiritual robe from his storage ring. The robe shimmered and looked thinner than the spiritual robe he was wearing. This was the "purple robe" among his three mid-grade acquired spiritual treasures.

The name may sound a bit common, but Chen Fusheng really went all out for this magical treasure. He used the profits from ten years of drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) to buy three inches of golden cicada silk, along with some other spiritual items. It took him most of his savings, almost emptying his pockets, and three months to finally refine it successfully.

Of course, "Purple Robe" lived up to his meticulous craftsmanship. Not only did it reach the peak of the mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure, but it also had amazing defensive power. Even when he used a mid-grade offensive spiritual treasure without anyone inputting spiritual energy, he could not break through "Purple Robe's" defense. Moreover, it was thin and soft, and had the attributes of being fire-resistant and cold-resistant. Furthermore, defensive spiritual treasures were rarer than other spiritual treasures, so ordinary high-grade spiritual treasures were not as valuable as it.

Slowly, he put on the "purple clothes," took two heavy gulps of "Erguotou" (a type of Chinese liquor), and felt his body regain sensation. He took out some ointment and applied it to the cracks, then took out a "Rejuvenation Pill" and slowly restored his spiritual power.

Three days later, Chen Fusheng opened his eyes. Although he was still feeling a little unwell, this was the best he could be in at the moment. He slowly walked out of the small cave, activated the "Purple Robe" to its maximum, channeled spiritual energy into his feet, and quickly slid down into the ground.

One hundred, two hundred, five hundred. Chen Fusheng looked at the bottom of the cave and quickly searched for small holes on the cave wall. Because the Lingbao Sect did not pay much attention to body training, it was enough to reach the point of being able to pass the Heavenly Tribulation. In any case, once one had passed the mortal body and transformed into an immortal body, they were basically the same. In addition, most Taoists followed the path of the primordial spirit, so no one would go this deep. Therefore, there were no small holes on the cave wall at this time.

Chen Fusheng felt his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted. The mid-grade spiritual treasure "Purple Robe" and a pair of low-grade boots were like two bottomless pits for him to unleash their full power, rapidly draining his spiritual energy. This was only a small fraction of their power; to unleash their full potential, he would probably need to be at least at the Golden Immortal level.

After taking another "Rejuvenation Pill," Chen Fusheng reluctantly walked down a bit further. If he couldn't find a place to rest for the time being, he would have to turn back and wait for the future. But who could say for sure that "opportunity" would be waiting for him all along?

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng noticed a thin crack in the shadows not far away. He wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been so close. He rushed over quickly. It looked a bit narrow and might not be big enough for anyone to fit through. However, compared to digging a new hole in a solid cave, it would be easier to widen the crack.

Chen Fusheng took out a large axe and chopped down hard on the crack. One axe, two axes, "clang, clang..." the sound echoed continuously in the cave.

Feeling that it was about time, Chen Fusheng quickly squeezed in, threw a "Rejuvenation Pill" into his mouth, and held a spirit stone in his hand, standing in place to recover his spiritual power.

……

And so, he continued forward, five hundred li, two hundred li, seven hundred li, depending on the distance of the crack. Sometimes he even had to return to the previous crack. He even leveled up along the way. In this kind of feng shui tempering, not only was his physical body greatly improved, comparable to a mid-grade mortal, but his willpower was also greatly tempered.

This climb took three months, and with less than two months left until the one-year deadline, Chen Fusheng felt confident that he could reach the underground. He checked his equipment, put a "Rejuvenation Pill" in his mouth, and quickly rushed out of the crack with a spirit stone in each hand, rapidly approaching the underground.

As he drew closer, the light grew brighter and brighter. One thousand meters, five hundred meters, and finally he rushed into the hundred-meter range. The bone-chilling cold that had gripped his body vanished instantly, and Gao Zhang was enveloped in a state of chaos, appearing exceptionally quiet.

Chen Fusheng couldn't care less about anything else at this point. A spring appeared before his eyes, with waves occasionally rising and falling. What was most surprising was that a pale blue flame was floating on the water, constantly drifting.

Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, Chen Fusheng took a few more steps forward, staring intently at the "flame." He quickly recalled a passage he had seen in the library that perfectly described the flame. The more he read, the more surprised and delighted he became, bursting into laughter. After a while, he calmly exclaimed, "I never expected it to be the Frost Flame!"