It was a few more days, and the fairy convention was about to be held.

During these days, Wen Tianbao almost never left his home and devoted himself to practicing. Now his whole body has been adjusted to the peak and has mastered the magic. He has practiced so hard that he is eager to enter the immortal sect, and the other is that he is determined to avoid Fang Xiner.

However, Fang Xiner often comes to deliver food and chats with Wen Tianbao occasionally. The two of them are quite embarrassed every time they meet. Seeing that there is not much time, Lord Fang is also preparing to hold a farewell banquet. Wen Tianbao did not refuse.

On this day, Wen Tianbao and Fang Xiner were walking in the courtyard.

"Young Master Wen, for so many days, Xin'er only knows your surname, but not your name." Fang Xiner pursed her lips and said in detail, with a bitter voice. "Although you said you have any difficulties and don't want to reveal them, you are going to say goodbye now. The little girl has no other thoughts, only remember your face and name."

"I..." Wen Tianbao stopped and waved his hand, "Xin'er, it's better not to know. You don't have to remember anything. I said earlier, just treat me as just a doctor who treats diseases. I don't have much to do with you."

After hearing this, Fang Xiner's eyes turned red and she said angrily: "If I go to practice immortality, will it be... or...?" She said a little choked and her delicate face trembled slightly.

"The future of cultivation of immortals is bleak, and it is impossible for ordinary people to cultivate immortals. All those who cultivate immortals need spiritual root qualifications. Moreover, even if they have spiritual roots, there are many obstacles on the road to cultivation of immortals, and bloody battles, in comparison, mortals have a lot of life full of happiness." Wen Tianbao sighed.

Fang Xiner didn't say anything anymore. She lowered her head, her face was filled with tears, but soon she waved her sleeves and wiped the tears dry, and looked up and said, "Xiner will definitely remember it."

"Okay, your father is waiting in the lobby." Wen Tianbao couldn't bear to look at her eyes, turned his head and said.

The two of them came to the lobby together and saw that everyone in Fang’s house was there, and Lord Fang was taking the seat.

Wen Tianbao glanced at him, but still could not see Gong Yichang. When Lord Fang saw Wen Tianbao coming, he waved his hand to let him sit aside. "Young Master Wen is leaving today. I will hold a banquet to express my sincere gratitude." Lord Fang first picked up the wine glass and toasted.

The other children of the Fang family also respected each other, and Wen Tianbao also responded quickly, and clinked the cups and said, "I have been so worried about these days! I have nothing to thank you. There are two spiritual pills here, which may be able to nourish Lord Fang's body, improve his skills, break through the innate world as soon as possible, and reach the realm of martial arts."

As he said that, Wen Tianbao took out a jade box from his arms and opened it gently. He saw two yellow-brown pills, the fragrance of medicine was swaying, and the inside was the Little Spirit Pill.

"Thank you for the gift!" Lord Fang took the jade box and thanked.

"Mr. Fang is serious. I just returned the favor and respect the hospitality for more than ten days." Wen Tianbao said: "There is no need to be polite or something."

"Haha." Master Fang laughed, "Young Master Wen said, today you should eat more and drink more, just give me instructions." He was about to toast again, but suddenly he thought of something, and took out a book sized by a palm from his arms and said, "This is the identity document. I have pseudonym Fang Jinyuan. This name comes from a deceased cousin, a scholar, and his age is very similar to yours, fifteen years old."

Wen Tianbao is actually only thirteen years old now, but because of his cultivation, he is about fifteen years old when he makes every move.

"Okay. Thank you Lord Fang." Wen Tianbao took the book, looked through a few times, and then he looked happy and bowed his hands to respectfully. He immediately asked again, "I wonder where Brother Gong has gone?"

"I don't know much," Master Fang said cautiously: "This person is a bit mysterious. When Mr. Wen sees him, it's better to be cautious."

"Well, I know this too." Wen Tianbao nodded.

Everyone was having a meal and drinking at the banquet. After Wen Tianbao had enough wine and had enough food, he sorted out his luggage and was about to say goodbye to the people of Fang's mansion. As soon as he walked from the door of the mansion, he saw that he was Gong Yichang, a young man named surnamed Gong. At this time, he seemed to be different from the previous two days.

Wen Tianbao clearly sensed the surging aura from his body, sometimes stable and sometimes disordered. It was not that Wen Tianbao had a high cultivation level and good eyesight, but that Gong Yichang's body changed greatly. In fact, the only thing that could be the imbalance caused by the surge in cultivation level was the imbalance caused by the surge in cultivation.

"I haven't seen each other for a few days, Brother Gong has changed a lot. His breath is as thick as the young man he met in the restaurant that day." Wen Tianbao said in surprise.

Gong Yichang smiled slightly and yelled: "It's just a lucky breakthrough. Brother Wen has advanced to the third level of Qi Refining, which is a gratifying congratulations."

"It's too much." Wen Tianbao turned the topic and said, "I heard that the Danding Sect's Immortals Conference was on Bailipo outside the city. I wonder how many people would attend?"

"If you count mortals, you're afraid there are no less than a few thousand." Gong Yi always said.

"Mortal?" Wen Tianbao was surprised. In his impression, it was impossible for mortals to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. At least in the Wei Kingdom, there were almost no mortals who had spiritual roots and could pass the first round of tests, but they could not pass the other two rounds of the Immortal Conference, and they would even die in the other two rounds of cruel elimination. Generally, at least those who practice advanced martial arts or even those who practice ancient martial arts are qualified to pass the other two rounds of test competition.

He saw from "The Immortal Sect's Public Relics" that the Immortal Cultivation Sects are extremely strict in receiving disciples, from "qualification", to "mindness" and then to "cultivation". Every step is a difficult competition. As for the specific competition, this is formulated by the major Immortal Cultivation Sects themselves.

Fang Xiner was surprised and happy when she heard that mortals could also attend the conference: "Then do I have the chance to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect?"

"Xin'er, it's absolutely not possible. The world of immortal cultivation is very cruel. Have you forgotten how your mother died?" Lord Fang pulled Fang Xin'er. He naturally knew the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation. He finally saved his daughter's life. Now his daughter said she wanted to practice immortality, so why don't she give him a headache? He would never allow it.

"Yes. Xin'er, do you still remember what I said to you? Don't think about cultivating immortals anymore." Wen Tianbao also advised solemnly. Gong Yichang also expressed his dissatisfaction and said: "This year, this Danding Sect began to recruit mortals. Generally speaking, at least a warrior can protect themselves in the test unless they have outstanding spiritual roots. Moreover, this Danding Sect recruits mortals, which is probably a different purpose."

"Brother Gong is right." Wen Tianbao said hurriedly, "Mr. Fang, take good care of Xin'er, you must not let Xin'er participate."

"No." Fang Xiner's eyes were full of persistence and she said, "Why did my mother be expelled from the sect? You have also told me some. Dad, don't you want to avenge my mother?"

"Your father just wants to guard the mansion peacefully now, and then you can find a good husband's house!" Lord Fang grabbed Fang Xiner firmly, and Fang Xiner couldn't move at all, so he could only stare at Wen Tianbao, tears streaming down.

Wen Tianbao was also very helpless. He shook his head, took a deep breath, turned around, and greeted Gong Yichang aside, "Let's go, there's not much time left. You can get familiar with it earlier."

"Okay." Gong Yichang nodded.

After Lord Fang also handed a book to Gong Yichang, the two of them thanked Lord Fang and walked out of the mansion. The servant of Fang's mansion had already prepared horses. The two of them turned over and carried horses, rode their horses and whipped them and walked outside the city.

Fang Xin'er had stopped her tears, but she looked a little haggard. She took a few steps forward under the leadership of Lord Fang and shouted, "Young Master Wen, you haven't told me your name yet!" Wen Tianbao couldn't help but turn his head, suddenly thought of something, took out the book "Soul Refining Art" from his arms, and pointed the light of the inspiration, engraved the three words "Wen Tianbao" like a blade. Then, he threw the book out with the art of controlling things, and waited until it fell steadily into Fang Xin'er's hands, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Tianbao was determined, so he rushed forward. After a while, he disappeared in the vast streets and left Huiyuan City.
Chapter completed!