Before he knew it, Qin Di came to Zhuolu City, which was not far from Zhuolu.

Now Zhuolu City is completely controlled by Lingxiao Palace, and personnel must check their identity tokens when entering and leaving. It is precisely because of this that when Qin Di arrived last time, because time was a little tight, he did not go to Zhuolu to hunt.

This time I was relatively idle, so Qin Di simply studied the identity token and refined a copy out of thin air. As a weapon refining immortal, it was too easy for him to refine a token that looked exactly the same on the outside. It was like imitating an ID card. The chip inside was a bit difficult, and the hard shell outside was easy.

Qin Di imitated several tokens in a row, including Zhang San and Li Si. He had all kinds of names, and then he stepped into Zhuolu City.

The people at the city gate just took a look and quickly released it, and did not take out special instruments for testing.

Qin Di wandered around Zhuolu City, sitting in a tea shop and listening to gossip.

"Hey, have you heard of it? The Xiangang Sect is finally over!"

"Not that fast! That old guy Zhang Henti has never closed his eyes, and Ling Xiao Palace is embarrassed to kill him, so this matter has been dragging on! It has been delayed for hundreds of years!"

"This time, it won't take many days! I think the Zhang surnamed will last for only three or five months, so I will explain it!"

"How do you know?"

"What's the matter? You can smell the stench from your body from a distance..."

Qin Di listened for a while and stepped out of the tea shop.

There is a Taoist temple in the northwest corner of Zhuolu City, which is said to be just a corner of Tiangang Sect in the past.

Thousands of years ago, the Tiangang Sect was still an independent sect. It is said that many celestial immortals had appeared in history. Now they have completely declined. Only one elderly spiritual immortal who has fallen into the five declines of the heavenly beings is left. He has lost all his skills, but has not died yet.

The old man was like a beggar. He wore a torn cotton jacket on his body, emitting an unpleasant smell. He sat on the steps at the gate, but his face was faintly sneered, his eyes seemed to be dull, and occasionally he could emit a trace of cold light, quietly watching the people coming and going.

Qin Di came to the door of the Taoist temple and saw the broken gatehouse and the old man who was about to die, so he stopped.

The old man turned a blind eye to his arrival and was still lazy in the sun.

Qin Di looked at it for a moment, then walked over, sat down on the steps on the other side, and asked, "Old man, since the sect is defeated, why are you still staying here?"

The old man said lightly: "I want to watch the Taoist temple be demolished with my own eyes and witness the ugly faces of these people."

Qin Di took out a jar of rice wine, opened it and handed it over, and asked, "There is no one in the sect? Is it just you left? What about the rest?"

The old man was not polite, picked up the wine jar with both hands and took a sip, narrowed his eyes and replied, "Don't die, it's all gone, I'm the only one left to stay here. But I can't hold on for long."

Qin Di said: "Old man, can you tell me about the history of Xiangang Sect? Tell me about Zhuolu City? Everything is fine. I am bored and want to find someone to talk to you."

The old man opened his eyes, looked him up and down, then narrowed his eyes again, as if he was in deep thought.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "Our Xiangang Sect has a long history and has stood in the spiritual world for millions of years. There are thousands of celestial immortals who ascended to the immortal world alone."

Qin Di asked, "Where are those celestial immortals? Why don't you come back to protect the sect?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Those who cultivate immortals pay attention to the supreme love! How can the wanderers who go out remember their homes?"

Qin Di was silent, paused for a moment, and asked, "Why is the Xiangang Sect called the "Niang Sect?"

The old man replied: "Because we used to have a set of immortal weapons for stepping and stepping on the ground."

"Why is it said to be the past?"

"Now there is nothing, it's been snatched away!"

"Who snatched it?"

"Hmph, what's the point?"

Qin Di frowned slightly and said, "It's just a set of immortal weapons. You can still refine them if you lose them."

The old man shook his head gently: "Why would it be so easy? If there were immortal weapons, how could I fall into the five declines of heaven and man?"

After hearing what he said, Qin Di became interested and asked, "I only heard that Bugang Tread Dou is a ritual to summon gods, but I didn't hear that it is also an immortal weapon. Old man, can you tell me what it looks like? What is the principle?"

The old man took a deep breath and said, "This kind of immortal weapon is as big as a house. There are a circle of steps outside. The monks circle around the house and step on the mechanism every step under his feet. Just like stepping on a water truck, after stepping on it for three hours, they can separate the fairy energy from the spiritual energy. The pure fairy energy gathers in the house. With the fairy energy, they can practice quickly and their realm continues to improve. How can the five declines of heaven and man appear?"

Qin Di was a little surprised when he heard this, but he didn't expect that there would be such a magical thing.

"Old man, what is the difference between fairy energy and spiritual energy? How can I not tell the difference between fairy energy every day?"

The old man replied: "The fairy energy is half lighter than the spiritual energy. Just like water, there are light water and heavy water. In the mortal world, there are only spiritual energy and ordinary air, and in our spiritual world, there are both fairy energy and spiritual energy, so it is called 'fairy spirit energy'. The fairy spirit energy can be combined to form a stable structure. There is no difference when breathing. Only when entering the body and refining can the fairy energy and spiritual energy be separated."

Qin Di asked, "Then why do some people say that there is only fairy energy in the fairy world but no spiritual energy, so mortals will die if they go up?"

"That's because fairy energy and spiritual energy are different substances after all (like hydrogen and helium). If a monk has not practiced to that point, his body functions have not yet been activated and he cannot adapt to pure fairy energy. Just like a child has no teeth at the beginning and can only drink breast milk; after half a year, he can gradually add some rice paste and egg custard; when he grows up, he can only eat food on the dining table. We spiritual immortals are like babies who have just been born for half a year and cannot eat big fish and meat."

Qin Di understood, so he said, "Old man, can you draw that kind of immortal weapon that can be used to make a move. I am also an immortal weapon master, and maybe I can help you refine it."

After hearing his words, the old man was a little unbelievable at first, but then he thought that the Xiangang Sect was destroyed and the immortal weapons were gone. What else can I hide?

So he sat up and said, "I have lost my fairy power now and I can no longer burn jade slips. I can only draw with paper and pen. Go and get paper and pen!"

Qin Di did not look for paper and pen, but took out a small jade bottle and said, "There is a fairy pill here. If you eat it, you can live at least three thousand years more and temporarily restore the power of immortality. It is easy to burn jade slips. It is difficult to draw three-dimensional structures on paper."

The old man was shocked and immediately reached out and took the jade bottle with his trembling hands. He couldn't help but look at Qin Di more and said, "Little brother, I have practiced the heavenly eye skills and have a good view of people. Although you have changed your appearance, there is a white light on your head, which means you are in a good heart and a righteous monk. I am a dying person, so I'm not polite! Thank you for giving the pill to you!"

The old man is still very sensible and knows that there are not many elixirs that can make people live for three thousand years.

Qin Di didn't care much about it because he helped Qingdi Palace refine the Immortal Array Master Palace Art. Qingdi Palace has a large number of fairy mountains and blessing lands, and has accumulated so many immortal grasses for tens of thousands of years. Qin Di used the fairy grass provided by the palace art to refine a lot of immortal elixirs, and only 30% of them were given to the palace art, and the remaining 70% were kept by him.

The old man trembled and opened the jade bottle and swallowed the elixir in it in one bite.

Then he sat quietly for a cup of tea, and when he opened his eyes, his whole body became different.
Chapter completed!