Eternal life begins with saving my clan

"I refined three Snow Ginseng Rain Dew Pills this time. It's the same as before." As Master Huo smiled faintly, his figure had already arrived in the pool. He pulled off his white robe and his burly body was covered in pill patterns. At this moment, the surface of the pool was steaming with multicolored light and water vapor that resembled immortal fog.

The two beautiful female cultivators also did the same, but they were wearing thin gauze clothes that were tightly attached to their bodies. They stood on both sides of Master Huo.

Ding.

Dong.

Soon, the music of bamboo pipes and strings sounded in the hut.

In this elegant music, the three of them danced and danced like cranes flying together, or like rabbits running around. They outlined a beautiful painting above the steaming pool.

Ten minutes passed.

Shen Ping admired this beautiful dance technique. It was elegant and filled with a natural aura, but he felt a little strange. He did not expect Master Huo to have such a hobby. It was reasonable for him to be so carefree in alchemy.

"Good!"

"Master Huo's dance skills have become more and more exquisite!"

"Yeah, it can simply be said to be perfect!"

"I think in a few years, Master Huo will be considered a master in this dance!"

Shopkeeper Qu and many other Foundation Establishment Cultivators clapped and praised.

However, Shen Ping noticed that they were staring intently as if they wanted to memorize the dance moves. Foundation Establishment Cultivators had powerful divine senses and photographic memories. However, those rays of light were obstructing them, especially the fog that filled the air. It made the dance moves appear and disappear, making it difficult to see clearly.

Not long after, the music faded. Master Huo landed on the surface of the pool and stroked his beard with a smile. "Fellow Daoists, who wants to go first?"

"Let me give it a try first!" Shopkeeper Qu walked out directly. The other cultivators did not fight with him.

After a while, Shopkeeper Qu imitated Master Huo's dance skills. They were really similar. The alchemy expert sitting cross-legged on the futon revealed a satisfied expression. "Fellow Daoist Qu, your skills are becoming more and more proficient."

Then, the other cultivators also went forward to try.

Shen Ping and Guest Elder Zhen didn't move, Master Huo also didn't care.

It was at nine in the evening that the ownership of the Snow Ginseng Rain Dew Pill settled. As expected, Shopkeeper Qu obtained one.

They left the small courtyard. After saying goodbye to each other, Shen Ping left North Spring Alley with Shopkeeper Qu.

"This Master Huo's hobbies are indeed extraordinary!" Guest Elder Zhen sighed.

Shopkeeper Qu smiled. "It's precisely because of this pursuit of skills that he can have such attainments in alchemy. Talisman Master Shen should know better than us in this aspect."

Shen Ping hurriedly said, "I'm only familiar with my skills, but Master Huo's focus is stronger than mine."

Shopkeeper Qu nodded and said casually, "If Talisman Master Shen wants to visit in the future, you can come directly. I'll inform him then."

"Thank you, Senior Qu." It was not difficult for Shen Ping to admire this dance technique. Moreover, it was worth it to easily buy the Snow Ganoderma Pill. Hence, he asked, "May I know how long it will take this Master Huo to refine such a pill?"

"The longest is two months, and the shortest is a month. Talisman Master Shen, you don't need the Snow Ginseng Rain Dew Pill now. When you reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, you will know that this pill is endlessly profound. It has an assistive effect on the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Realm. This is also the unique aspect of Master Huo's alchemy.

In the future, you might be able to try a thing or two in dance."

After bidding farewell to Shopkeeper Qu, Shen Ping shook his head and smiled. He was not interested in dancing at all. He returned to the small courtyard in Huiquan Alley. His wife and concubines were all enjoying the moonlight in the courtyard.

"Husband!" Wang Yun jogged forward and hugged Shen Ping.

Bai Yuying also walked over. She sniffed and chuckled. "Husband, you smell so good. There's also the smell of a woman. Did you go to the Mystic Immortal Pavilion?"

The Mystic Immortal Pavilion was quite famous in Qingyang City. The female cultivators inside were talented and honest. They were much stronger than the Heavenly Sound Pavilion of the Cloud Mountain Parlour.

Shen Ping pinched Bai Yuying's face skillfully. "Ying'er, don't wrong me. I just visited an alchemist."

Wang Yun said, "Husband, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make it."

After a while, a table full of delicacies was placed in the hall. After sitting down, his wife and concubines sat down one after another. Looking at this harmonious scene, Shen Ping suddenly sighed and said, "It's good to have you guys."

Regardless of poverty or wealth, he had this companionship on the immortal path to longevity. At least at this moment, he was satisfied.

"Let's eat!"

The crystal lights shone through the hall and reflected a faint warmth in the small courtyard. Under the moonlight, there was a hint of laughter.

…

Under the same night sky, there was dead silence in the Cloud Mountain Parlour.

There was no light in the alleys and houses. The blood color that enveloped them became more and more enchanting. This once bustling cultivator market seemed to be only an empty shell now. The rogue cultivators who were still here spent every day in despair. They did not dare to barge into the Hundred Thousand Mountains like the other rogue cultivators.

They could only hide in the houses and wait for death to arrive.

The various demon beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were affected by the blood-colored array and became restless.

Whoosh.

The pale-robed figure stood in the air. A bloody scroll suddenly floated out of his sleeve.

Buzz~

The blood-colored array immediately flickered crazily. Waves of blood-colored energy quickly spread like ripples. From the Cloud Mountain Parlour, the Chen Market, the Cloud Mountain Swamp, and the Hundred Thousand Mountains, all the blood-colored colors seemed to have come alive and wanted to devour everything.

In the depths of Ancestor Blood Crocodile's cave abode.

The Nascent Soul cultivator of Spring Garden looked up as if he had sensed something. "I thought this old fellow could endure for a long time. Since the blood-colored array has been completely activated, we should leave!"

All the cultivators of Spring Garden behind him, including Matchmaker Ceng, heaved a sigh of relief under their masks. They had been on tenterhooks these days. They could finally leave this godforsaken place!

Psst.

A token suddenly appeared in the Nascent Soul cultivator's palm. The token emitted an orange glow. As boundless magic power poured in, the token suddenly emitted an orange light. Waves of monstrous power aura rushed into the sky with the orange light.

His white hair was gone. The Golden Sun Sect's Supreme Elder, whose eyes were filled with indifference, looked into the depths of the Cloud Mountain Swamp. "These rats in Spring Garden, do you really think I can't do anything to you?!"

As he spoke, the blood-colored palm print condensed in an instant and slammed towards the orange pillar of light.

Bang!

The power of the Psychic Ancient Treasure collided fiercely with the pillar of light, but the orange pillar of light was not affected at all. Figures appeared in the pillar of light.

"Hahaha, Old Jinyang, don't think that you can be unscrupulous just because you have Ancestor Blood Crocodile's spiritual ancient treasure. We'll meet again in Spring Garden. Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you something. Ancestor Blood Crocodile provoked Western Sect's Buddhist Sect back then! Good luck!"

As the voice sounded, the orange pillar of light had already passed through the blood-colored array and disappeared into the sky.

The Golden Sun Sect's Supreme Elder's expression instantly turned terrifyingly gloomy. He seemed to have sensed something. He glanced to the west. At the end of the blood-colored darkness, a little golden light slowly bloomed.

Immediately after, the sound of the wooden fish rang in his ears from all directions. There was also a large number of chants gathered. Buddhist chants were mixed in, becoming louder and louder.

Bang!

The entire blood-colored array trembled violently. The bewitching blood-colored color that had come back to life actually seemed to have encountered its natural enemy and quickly shrank. The golden light in the western sky gradually condensed into a Buddha statue. "Buddha is merciful."

The Golden Sun Sect's Supreme Elder's eyes were crazy. "Damn Spring Garden!" Without any hesitation, he turned around and disappeared in a blood-colored light.

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