Chapter 1: Belated Golden Finger

"My name is Fang Yu. When you read these words, I am already dead..."

In an inaccessible dense forest, there is a bamboo building.

Fang Yu was sitting cross-legged in the bamboo building, looking at the last words he had written with satisfaction.

As written on the paper, he is a time traveler.

And he traveled through a world of cultivating immortals.

At first he was uneasy, after all, in the world of immortality, mortals are like nothing.

But then, he got two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

Good news, he has spiritual roots.

Bad news, low-grade spiritual roots.

After refining Qi for more than a hundred years, his cultivation will always remain at the peak of the sixth level of Qi refining.

Stuck at the bottleneck in the late stage of Qi refining.

In the Qi refining period, the lifespan of a monk is one hundred and ten.

He is one hundred and forty years old today.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will die.

Fang Yu couldn't help but chuckle when he thought that he had been adhering to the concept of practicing Taoism and cultivating immortality all his life and walked all the way to today.

So many, he has never heard of a monk in the Qi Refining Stage who can live for one hundred and ten years. He doesn't know if this is considered an achievement.

You can live longer if you keep living, but unfortunately your talents are limited, and your life span will eventually be exhausted.

Look at the secret books next to the envelope.

Fang Yu smiled slightly, and this was the inheritance he left to future generations.

However, when it comes to inheritance, it is nothing more than a low-level spell and a few low-level spells.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden rustling sound outside the bamboo building.

눕Door.

Fang Yu saw a young man covered in blood holding the bamboo and looking up at Fang Yu with an extremely weak voice.

"Help me."

After saying that, the young man could no longer hold himself up and fell to the ground.

Looking at the gorgeous clothes in front of me, I don't look like an ordinary person at first glance.

Fang Yu was stunned.

This kind of person looks like the kind of person who has a deep sea of ​​blood.

To stay true to the past, those who uphold the ideal of Taoism must hide as far away as possible.

But now, his life is running out, so it doesn't matter anymore.

So he saved this young man.

One month later.

Under Fang Yu's treatment, the young man's injuries were almost healed.

At the same time, Fang Yu knew the young man’s name, Ye Junlan.

As for the young man's family background, Fang Yu didn't ask much, and Ye Junlan didn't say anything.

On this day, Fang Yu stood by the window, looking at Ye Junlan who was chopping firewood outside, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although Ye Junlan didn't like to talk, he still worked very hard. In order to thank Fang Yu for saving his life, he took the initiative to take on various chores.

Creak.

Fang Yu opened the door and walked in. He looked at Ye Junlan who was chopping firewood and said:

"Jun Lan, take a rest."

Ye Junlan stopped, standing there, with no sparkle in his eyes.

Fang Yu sighed in his heart and said softly:

"Jun Lan, are you willing to accept me as your teacher and embark on the path to immortality?"

Fang Yu's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in Ye Junlan's ears.

"Immortal... benefactor, you... you are a cultivator of immortality!"

Ye Junlan's face was full of surprise and excitement.

Originally he had given up, but now that he learned that Fang Yu was a cultivator, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

Seeing Ye Junlan's surprised look, Fang Yu nodded slowly.

"Yes, I wonder if you would like to become my teacher."

As early as when he rescued Ye Junlan, Fang Yu noticed the slight wood attribute spiritual energy on his body, and knew that Ye Junlan, like him, had wood attribute spiritual roots.

As for the level of spiritual roots, Fang Yu couldn't tell, so he needed to use special spiritual weapons or talismans.

However, he himself only has low-grade spiritual roots, and he is not as talented as Ye Junlan.

After a brief moment of surprise and excitement, Ye Junlan immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Fang Yu three times.

"Jun Lan pays homage to Master."

Seeing Ye Junlan taking the road like this, Fang Yu smiled and said:

"Get up."

Then, he took a secret book from the storage bag.

The words ‘Wood Spirit Jue’ were clearly written on it.

"This is the method practiced by my master. You and I have the same wood-attribute spiritual roots. Practicing this method complements each other."

Wood Spirit Technique is a low-end method that is popular in the world of cultivation. It can only be practiced in the late stage of Qi refining, and there is no way to break through and build the foundation.

Ye Junlan took the "Wood Spirit Jue", and his eyes showed a vitality that had never appeared in this month.

In his eyes, this is not only a secret book for cultivating immortals, but also a hope.

"Thank you Master, Jun Lan will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

After Ye Junlan kowtowed heavily a few more times, Fang Yu began to explain to him the key points of practicing "Wood Spirit Art".

Then he asked Ye Junlan to meditate in the yard.

Looking at Ye Junlan who was concentrating on his practice, Fang Yu couldn't help but think of when he first started practicing.

He obtained this secret book from the residence of a casual cultivator and began to practice all the way. Unfortunately, now, at the end of his life, he has not been able to practice this book to the extreme.

Although this method is low-level, it is the easiest wood-attribute method to get started with and is also one of the most widely spread low-level methods.

However, although it is the easiest way to get started, it is not easy at all to get started.

Wanting to be a 뎃, Fang Yu took a full month to get started with "Wood Spirit Art".

Of course, this Fang Yu only has low-grade spiritual roots.

If you have high-grade spiritual roots, you can get started on the 궝 day.

Three days for earth-level spiritual roots are enough to get started, while only one day is enough for heaven-level spiritual roots.

Fang Yu thought.

Although he has never seen a genius with Tianpin spiritual roots, it does not prevent him from understanding the power of this spiritual root from various classics.

The most gifted person he had ever seen was a genius with earth-grade spiritual roots. Now, he might have already become a foundation-building cultivator, or even been striving for the golden elixir realm.

Fang Yu just watched Ye Junlan quietly for a stick of incense. After confirming that he had entered a state of meditation, he was ready to turn around and rest.

As the deadline approached, he was less and less willing to move. His hair gradually turned gray, giving him a sense of old age.

Lifting up a strand of white hair, Fang Yu couldn't help but sigh, this is the feeling of being on the verge of death.

Even the anti-aging pill couldn't maintain his youthful appearance, and his white hair had become more and more in recent days.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu suddenly smiled freely.

At the end of his life, being able to meet a seedling of immortal cultivation is considered to have a legacy in this world.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu turned around and walked away. He was going to write a new suicide note.

As for Ye Junlan, he had just started. He was talented enough to succeed in the Qi Refining Stage within half a month.

However, the probability was not high. After all, in the world of immortal cultivation, only those who succeeded in the Qi Refining Stage were low-grade immortal cultivators like him who needed a month to enter the Qi Refining Stage.

However, when Fang Yu turned around, a wave of spiritual energy suddenly appeared behind him.

Fang Yu turned back quickly, but saw a scene he had never expected.

The wood-attributed spiritual energy in the surrounding air quickly gathered towards Ye Junlan, forming a fist-sized vortex above Ye Junlan's head.

Ye Junlan has absorbed qi!

It took only one stick of incense.

Even those with natural spiritual roots would not be that fast!

Just as Fang Yu was surprised, a light flashed and a transparent panel appeared in front of him.