"Where am I? I feel so dizzy!" Fanchuan got up from the ground. With dizziness and head pain, he looked at his surroundings with blurry eyes. He seemed to be on a towering cliff.
"This is on a cliff at the top of a mountain. It's normal for you to feel dizzy. It's because I teleported you here." The old man who just walked up in front of him said.
"Oh, old sir, where is my eldest brother?" Fanchuan asked.
"Your eldest brother has left. Before he left, he said that he was going back to learn the cultivation techniques. He is waiting to see you next time," the old man replied patiently.
"Oh, that's good. It's good that big brother is fine. It's just a pity that I didn't say goodbye to big brother in person," Fanchuan muttered to himself.
"Boy, it seems that you also want to cultivate, tell me why? Is there any reason?" the old man asked.
"It's because..." So Fanchuan recounted his previous experiences to the old man and why he wanted to cultivate.
"Haha, I didn't realize that you are still very filial! I like you more and more." The old man said again, "Well, it is said that the immortals in the immortal world have the magical power to bring the dead back to life." After saying that, the old man touched his white beard and looked at it.
Looking at the distant sky.
"Is the old gentleman an immortal? You can save my Grandpa Jing, right?" Fanchuan asked eagerly after thinking about what happened after the old man in front of him met him.
"Haha, silly boy, there are no immortals in this world. Immortals are naturally in the immortal world. You will understand this later," the old man said with a smile on his face.
After hearing what the old man said, Fanchuan shook his head in disappointment and stopped talking.
"Boy, don't be disappointed. As long as you are willing to practice hard, your wish will be realized soon." The old man looked at Fanchuan and couldn't help but said lovingly.
"I understand, old sir, thank you." Fanchuan put aside his sadness and looked at the old man seriously.
"Come, let me reshape your true body for you so that you can improve your cultivation efficiency in the future." As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand and touched Fanchuan's arm.
It seemed like a long time passed.
"Hey, what is this? It has such a strong power? And it also has its own spiritual consciousness? It looks so familiar. Where have you encountered it before?" The old man said to himself.
Some more time passed.
"It seems that I have to ban you first. With such a powerful spiritual consciousness, you will interfere with me. Hey, it is such a familiar feeling. Why can't I find a clue?" The old man said to himself again.
The wind whizzed by on the cliff on the top of the mountain, blowing the scattered stones and making a "rustling" sound. The picture of an old man and a young man on the cliff on the top of the mountain looked so desolate, so lonely and lonely.
"Okay, it's done. I have helped you reshape your true body. The swimming spiritual body in your body has been sealed by me. Now move your body and see if there are any changes." The old man
He looked at Fanchuan and said with satisfaction as if he had completed a piece of handicraft.
Fanchuan stood up in response and felt a sense of comfort that he had never felt before filled his whole body. His head, which was still dizzy just now, was now particularly awake. Even his eyes, which he dared not open because of the strong wind, became sober at this moment.
Extraordinarily energetic, it seems that no matter how strong the wind blows through his eyes, he will not blink. Moreover, his body seems to have grown taller, and his hair, which was not long at first, has now covered his eyes.
Fanchuan felt all this with joy. How wonderful it all seemed. Fanchuan himself didn't know it yet, but he was actually already a first-level cultivator. The first-level cultivation was called "Entering the Truth"
, Fanchuan, who seemed to be still intoxicated by the changes in his body, was woken up by the old man's voice.
"Boy, you are now a first-level cultivator who has entered the realm of true cultivation. I still have my own cultivation techniques and experiences here. I will teach them to you. Your future cultivation path must be understood by yourself, but the prerequisite is that you
You must worship me as your teacher." The old man said while looking at Fanchuan who was intoxicated with his own changes.
Fanchuan was temporarily overwhelmed by the sudden joy, but after a while, Fanchuan came back to his thoughts, looked at the old man in front of him seriously and said: "Old sir, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your help, thank you very much.
"Your teaching" Fanchuan said one after another
After thanking you three times, he continued: "My dear Fanchuan is willing to worship the old man as his master. I am very grateful to the old man for accepting me. I wish you nothing more. Master, please accept me as my disciple."
As he spoke, Fanchuan knelt in front of the old man.
"Haha, okay, okay, it's our fate to accept you as my disciple. Don't be too grateful, it will affect your practice. My name is Yan Mu'an, and if I want to talk about a sect, it's the Guzhen Sect.
, you will be considered a disciple of the Guzhen Sect from now on."
"The Guzhen Sect? Wow, Master Bai is so powerful. I've heard people say that the Guzhen Sect is one of the most powerful sects in Muji City and even the entire Zijin Continent." Fanchuan said piously, but Fanchuan didn't know
A shocking truth is that Yan Muchan is the founder of the Guzhen Sect.
"Go to hell with you brat, you old Master Bai, you are so glib." Although Yan Mu'an was trying to teach Fanchuan a lesson, he still nodded with satisfaction.
"Master, because you have white hair, a white beard, and are wearing white clothes, you must be Lao Bai, hehe," Fanchuan said with a happy smile.
Yan Mu'an ignored Fanchuan's teasing and said, "Come over here, you brat. This contains my cultivation techniques and insights. You can use them to understand. The path of cultivation in the future depends on your own path." As he spoke, Yan Mu'an
He took out a spiritual collection slip out of thin air and handed it to Fanchuan's hand and said, "This is the spiritual collection slip. You only need to enter a little bit of zhenqi to view it."
Looking at the appearance of the spiritual collection slip in my hand, thinking about the appearance of the spiritual collection slip that Sister Yanzi gave me, there is simply a difference between heaven and earth. The appearance of the spiritual collection slip that Sister Yanzi gave me is gorgeous and beautiful, and now in my hand
This spiritual collection slip seems too plain and shabby.
"What are you thinking about? Brat, I still have something to tell you, listen carefully." Yan Mu'an interrupted Fanchuan who was thinking about something.
"Perhaps you don't know much about it. Our Guzhen sect uses cold weapons to practice cultivation. Therefore, each cultivator of our Guzhen sect must have his own weapon to improve his own cultivation. Therefore, the master decided to use cold weapons in the upcoming
On the occasion of your ascension, I will pass on to you Chu Yuan’s Purple Sword, which is my master’s best skill. However, your current cultivation level cannot be used. You must improve it.
"You can use this sword with your own cultivation level." As he spoke, the air seemed to be still, and the surrounding space was compressing at an extremely fast speed. This feeling once again made Fanchuan breathless, and Yan Mu'an stretched out his hand on Fanchuan's body.
Something happened around him, and the obvious pressure was lifted in a moment, which made Fanchuan admire his Master Bai again.
Suddenly, streaks of purple light filled the sky for dozens of miles around, and a bright purple long sword was seen floating in Yan Mu'an's hand.
"This is the Chu Yuan Purple Sword. You put it away. Remember that as a teacher, you will not touch this sword until your cultivation has improved to a certain level. Also, this sword also represents my identity in the Guzhen Sect. You
If you have a chance in the future, go back to the sect to have a look and communicate more with those disciples." As he spoke, Yan Mu'an took out another ring-like thing, but smaller than an ordinary ring and said, "Oh, by the way, this is
The storage ring, the name is Jinglianyu Ring, is also something that has been following me. There are many miscellaneous items in it, such as mid-level and low-level cultivation weapons. With your current cultivation level, you should first choose a low-level cultivation weapon.
"Yeah." Yan Mu'an gave Chu Yuan Purple Sword and Jing Lianyu Ring to Fanchuan and sighed with relief, "You are the last disciple of my master. I strongly feel that the time of ascension is not far away."
After listening to what Yan Muan said so much, Fanchuan digested it for a while. It was really unimaginable that he had come into contact with so many things today. Looking at the Chu Yuan Purple Sword and Jing Lian Yu Ring with purple light in his hands,
Then he asked seriously: "Master Bai, what ascension are you talking about?"
"You brat, you will understand naturally in the future," Yan Mu'an replied leisurely while looking at the sky in the distance.
Time seemed to stand still for a while.
"Okay, brat, I've already given you what you need to explain to me as a master. The rest of the journey needs to be understood by yourself. Remember this sentence, haste makes waste." Yan Mu'an said lightly.
, he didn’t seem to be very concerned about the troublesome apprentice in front of him.
"Master Bai, I remember everything, and I will follow your words," Fanchuan said firmly.
"Well, my time as a teacher is running out. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, it's time for me to say goodbye to my friends." Yan Mu'an turned to Fanchuan again and said, "If you have a chance, go back to the Guzhen Sect.
Take a look, my teacher is gone."
There was another "Z", and Yan Mu'an's figure was no longer in front of him. Only the words "Boy, take care of yourself" echoed in the air. Fanchuan wondered and resented in his heart why he didn't even say goodbye to himself.
There was no chance, which made the person who had just stepped into Xiuzhen Fanchuan feel both desolate and a little bit unnoticeably sad.
Fanchuan, who was pulled out of his trance, looked at his surroundings and saw the cliff that had just stood on the top of the mountain. Then he raised a bitter face and shouted to the sky in the distance: "Master Bai, how should I get down..."