This is how immortals are cultivated

True Disaster...

Real people....

After hearing what Instructor Zhang said, everyone looked confused.

Lingmi is already a mysterious being that walks among the secular world, a being that mortals have the hope of seeing with their own eyes. They are even regarded as a first-class immortal by most mortals.

And it’s really bad... Many people have never even heard of it, let alone seen it.

Such beings are gods that truly only exist in books, rumors, and legends.

Unlike other people who are confused, Wang Zhong is just looking forward to the path he is taking now. Can he become an immortal in the future?

According to Instructor Zhang, the realm of refining the innate acupoints is the realm of earthly immortals. The description of this realm is enough to make people yearn for it. So what does the real immortal realm look like?

For Wang Zhong, it was not a legend or imagination, but a shadow that really existed ahead of the road he was embarking on.

As long as you keep moving forward along this path, the shadow will become clearer and clearer, and may even turn into a tangible object.

Instructor Zhang helped Wang Zhong solve his doubts, and at the same time he was expressing his inner longings. After solving his doubts, he finally returned to his teaching work.

He didn't want to think about refining his Qi or anything like that. The most important thing for him right now was to teach these little brats well.

I hope that these little guys can open up one meridian within the specified time and become formal disciples of Fang Xiandao. As long as the pass rate is high enough, I will be able to obtain enough contributions to exchange for a Zhengyang Pill from Madam Yuan Shuo and open a few more meridians.

"You have already obtained the true Dharma, and have mastered the practice of breathing exercises and the circulation of the small heavenly circulation. This life-saving skill cannot be achieved overnight. It can only be achieved step by step, with your feet on the ground and slowly accumulating experience."

"You have obtained the Dharma, but you also need the art of protecting the Dao. In the next period of time, I will teach you the art of protecting the Dao personally passed down by the Dao Master - the Immortal Martial Killing Dao."

After hearing what Instructor Zhang said, the eyes of these boys and girls lit up again.

Even when they were accepted into the sect, they had only met the two ladies. As for the Immortal Fang, Taoist Master Fang Xian, their ancestor, these young people had only come into contact with the foundation-building method "Xiantian Gong·Yi Yin Chapter" written by him personally.

But he didn't expect that he could now practice the skills taught by the Taoist master himself, and when he heard the name mentioned by Instructor Zhang, he knew that it was extremely domineering and powerful.

Looking at the serious and expectant expressions of the people below the stage, Instructor Zhang also smiled.

"I'll teach you some moves first..."

Ten minutes later, all the disciples had moved to the main hall next to the lecture hall.

There are wooden dummies standing here.

At this moment, the sound of beating was endless, but it was because everyone was standing in horse stance and punching the wooden stakes continuously.

Instructor Zhang walked among the disciples, supervising and inspecting them.

Many people had bitter looks on their faces, which was natural, as the path of cultivation was bound to be difficult.

Instructor Zhang came to Wang Zhong's side, and his eyes lit up.

Putting aside the issue of proficiency, Wang Zhong used all his strength in every punch, without any sign of laziness or slacking off.

And because his basic skills are better than others, his punching speed is much faster in this situation.

I believe that Wang Zhong will be able to finish today's homework of 10,000 punches early.

Instructor Zhang nodded in satisfaction and went to check other places, but saw another dark-skinned boy.

He also had an impression of this young man. He seemed to be a mountain villager that the Taoist master had rescued from the wilderness when he went out earlier.

This mountain boy is called Fang Li.

Compared to the person next to him, Fang Li was also punching very seriously, without any slacking off.

There are still a few good seedlings in this batch...

Thinking of this, Instructor Zhang nodded secretly and prepared to leave to see where others were practicing.

But before leaving, Fang Li muttered softly:

"This Xianwu Shadao sounds powerful, but isn't it just punching..."

Seeing Fang Li's bitter face, or perhaps it was because of his dark skin and the contours of his eyebrows and eyes, which made him look like a bitter melon, Instructor Zhang couldn't help but look unhappy.

An iron fist smashed down towards Fang Li's head. Of course, the force was well controlled so as not to make him stupid, but it would just hurt a little.

"What were you mumbling about?"

Fang Li was shocked to see Instructor Zhang's gloomy face. He had been so absorbed in his practice that he hadn't noticed the instructor was beside him.

Hearing the instructor's words, Fang Li held his head and said cautiously:

"I say... this Immortal Martial Killing Way is just a simple punch."

Pure flat attack, I am not wrong...

After hearing Fang Li's words, Instructor Zhang's face became even uglier, and he was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

No... I asked you to say it, and you really dare to repeat what you just said?

Although the fighting skills taught by the Taoist master himself do not contain any fancy moves and are just ordinary punches, you can't just say it like that.

Are all mountain people so honest?

"Your homework today is double!" roared Instructor Zhang.

Looking at the roaring Instructor Zhang, Fang Li shrank his head, his brows furrowed, and his face became even more bitter.

In the blink of an eye, several hours passed. Most of the young men in the hall had finished their homework for the day and returned to their dormitories. Even Instructor Zhang had left the hall.

There were only two people left in the hall who were still punching hard.

Wang Zhong was sweating profusely, squeezing out the last bit of strength in his body. Finally, he let out a long sigh, and all the muscles in his body relaxed.

He threw 30,000 punches today and was completely immersed in the punching.

It was also while swinging his fist that he seemed to have some understanding.

Although it was just a simple swing of the fist, a simple boxing stance, without any complicated or fancy moves or routines, this immortal martial arts killing method was definitely not simple.

The essence of this is to draw all the energy and blood in the body and transform it into momentum. Therefore, every simple punch mobilizes all the energy in the body and utilizes the body's strength to the extreme.

This style of boxing is practiced in conjunction with vital energy training.

The stronger your physical fitness, the more profound your cultivation, and the higher your realm, the more powerful this boxing technique will be.

It is worthy of being the technique taught by the Taoist master himself.

It seems simple, but behind it is the great way to return to nature and the essence of life.

Moreover, this style of boxing is quite suitable for me.

As long as you are willing to practice and cultivate continuously, the power of this boxing will naturally continue to grow.

After summarizing today's cultivation experience in his heart, Wang Zhong realized that almost everyone in the hall had left, leaving only one person.

Wang Zhong was not surprised that his fellow practitioners had all left. This was the case even when he was doing labor service and moving bricks on the construction site. Because he had more things to do, by the time he finished his work, everyone around him had already left.

On the contrary, he was a little surprised that there was still someone by his side.

But he also knew this person. He was the mountain villager that the master brought back when Youxin met him that day.

"Ali...what are you doing?"

Wang Zhong hesitated for a moment, then asked Fang Li.

"Wang Zhong, were you punished by the instructor too?" Fang Li looked like he was about to cry. He looked at Wang Zhong, punching him obediently, and recounted what had happened.

Hearing Fang Li's words, even Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment.

Not to mention that Fang Li misunderstood Instructor Zhang's sarcasm, Instructor Zhang's punishment was obviously just a casual remark.

Because the amount of practice for each person is actually designed by Mrs. Yuan Shuo.

Instructor Zhang simply didn't dare to act on his own and arbitrarily add so much homework to his students.

Everyone knew that this punishment was just something Instructor Zhang said casually.

"Is that right?"

It would have been better if Wang Zhong didn't say anything. After hearing this, Fang Li's face became even more bitter, but he didn't stop.

"Forget it. I've almost thrown 20,000 punches already, so I might as well just finish my homework."

Hearing Fang Li's honest words, Wang Zhong nodded, but fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

"Then I'll accompany you." After saying that, Wang Zhong continued to get ready and swung his fist.

Sure enough, it is boring to roll alone. You need to have a companion to roll with to be motivated.

"Ali, come practice with me from now on."

Wang Zhong waved his fist and made a sincere suggestion to Fang Li.

Of course, after he said it, he felt that his words were indeed a bit abrupt.

But what he didn't expect was that after hearing Wang Zhong's 'request', Fang Li immediately became entangled, thinking seriously about how to respond. In the end, he felt embarrassed to refuse Wang Zhong's request and actually nodded:

"Okay...okay."

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Fangxian Mountain, the sect hall on the top of the mountain.

Standing in front of the main hall, looking down at the sect that was only newly established but was thriving everywhere, Li Qingming couldn't help but smile.

Fang Suichu had single-handedly established the true methods and blessed land of this immortal path, but the specific construction and preparation of the sect fell on her and Wu Yuanshuo. Both she and Wu Yuanshuo had invested immense effort in the construction of the sect. Seeing their efforts finally bear fruit naturally filled her with deep emotion.

Of course, what made her even more emotional was the mystery of fate.

Thinking back to two years ago, the three of them were still struggling to survive in the Ghost Market, even those at the Spirit Induction Realm were a formidable threat. The memories seemed like yesterday, but now they had broken free from their cage, taking control of their own destiny, embarking on the path, and now even had their own 'home'.

At the same time, I was also moved by Fang Suichu's bold words about doing great things when he left Changyin Mountain.

At that time, anyone would have thought Brother Suichu was talking nonsense. But now, Fang Suichu's crazy words have come true. Establishing the sect's foundation and clearing the eighteen counties of Jingzhou is the first step to achieve great things.

"It's a pity that after the opening ceremony, that guy left again."

Li Qingming muttered softly.

A week ago, at the opening ceremony, Fang Suichu, as the Taoist master, only showed up once and then left Fangxian Mountain.

After the opening ceremony, a lot of things fell on her and Wu Yuanshuo, and they have only now been almost all resolved.

However, this wasn't because Fang Suichu was afraid of trouble and wanted to be a hands-off boss. In Suichu's words, he had an opportunity and was going to look for it.

After Changyin Mountain, along the way, Li Qingming naturally knew that Fang Suichu had mastered some kind of magical method after his awakening. Putting aside the true method of this immortal martial art, no matter what dangers he encountered along the way, once the enemy fell into his hands, he turned it into an opportunity, with the ability to turn decay into magic.

Although she has also cultivated her orifices and is in the same realm as Brother Suichu, she is more aware of the gap between herself and Brother Suichu.

It is really hard to imagine what kind of opportunity can make Brother Suichu actively seek it. What kind of opportunity is that? Maybe it is related to the fifth realm of immortal martial arts that Brother Suichu has not yet developed?

Just as Li Qingming was thinking, a huge and terrifying aura came from the sky.

Li Qingming looked up and saw a continuous dark red fire cloud pressing down, covering the entire top of Fangxian Mountain. Its momentum was heavy and violent.

A sound came from the fire cloud, like thunder, rolling into the distance.

"I am the White Lotus Holy Sect, Shaoyang Divine General, Zhan Li..."

"If you dare to destroy my sect's altar and kill my sect's emissary, you will pay with your death."

Just as crimson clouds of fire were descending from the sky and a cold, murderous voice was heard from above, Wu Yuanshuo ran out of the sect's main hall, came to Li Qingming's side, and looked up at the sky with him:

"Enemy attack?"

"Yeah." Li Qingming nodded.

To be honest, in the past two months, after watching Fang Suichu capture one spiritual secret after another who were able to run rampant in Jingzhou without the emergence of Zhen'e, the two women felt a little numb. They had the illusion that spiritual secrets were like cabbages that could be wholesaled and were not worth mentioning at all.

Of course, the two women also knew that this was an illusion. Ultimately, Brother Suichu was too powerful.

However, the two of them never imagined that after Fang Suichu left Fangxian Mountain and swept through the White Lotus Demon Cult's altars in Jingzhou or the Wu Kingdom's Blood Sutra Secret Taoist lair, in the end, their own home would be attacked.

"And the guy who came is quite formidable."

Li Qingming said again.

Li Qingming had naturally seen all the spiritual offerings that Fang Suichu had brought back, and it was she who registered these spiritual offerings in the book.

Her intuition alone allowed her to roughly know the general level of these spiritual secrets.

However, the one who came to the door now was not comparable to the spiritual mystics in the back mountain worship hall. Compared with them, it didn't even seem like they were in the same realm.