Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The main peak of Qingyun Sect stands tall and towering into the sky, seeming to touch the clouds.

Yunding Peak is not only the main peak of Qingyun Sect, but also the highest peak within a thousand miles. Its majestic appearance is unique among the mountains and can be clearly recognized even from a distance.

It's just that Lin Fan is thousands of miles away in Liger Ridge and cannot directly see the magnificence of Yunding Peak.

Yunding Peak is the holy place in the hearts of all Qingyun Sect disciples, including the outer disciples.

Lin Fan has been in Qingyun Sect for more than a year. Except for the first time he went there to test his spiritual roots, he has spent this year doing nothing but practicing and practicing. He has no time to care about anything else.

Lin Fan embarked on a journey back along an ancient mountain road.

Relying on his vague memory and the guidance left by Su Tianyu.

Su Tianyu, when listening to Zhuxuan, had told Lin Fan in detail about the location and route of the main peak, but he didn't expect it to have an effect at this moment.

For ordinary people, the distance from Qingyun Sect Shihu Ridge to the main peak is thousands of miles long.

Such a rugged and winding mountain road would take at least half a month, even by horseback.

However, Lin Fan is no longer the ordinary person he was a year ago.

As a monk who has reached the forty-second level of Qi Refining, his speed and endurance are far beyond comparison.

His speed was as fast as the wind, and every step he took covered a distance that was unimaginable for mortals.

The morning dew in the mountains and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on his resolute face, showing an otherworldly temperament.

Even so, the journey was not an easy one for him.

The hardships and dangers on the road constantly tested his will and cultivation.

Since he didn't know when he would be able to return to Tingzhuxuan, Lin Fan put almost everything in Tingzhuxuan into the Chaos Tower.

Therefore, although the journey was long, Lin Fan had no problem eating and drinking.

But during the journey, Lin Fan encountered various difficulties.

Sometimes it’s the steep mountains, sometimes it’s the wild beasts in the forest.

He even encountered a few unexpected storms.

At night, he would find a sheltered place in the mountains and forests, light a bonfire, and look up at the stars alone.

These are things that Lin Fan cannot feel in his own Tingzhuxuan.

Five or six days may be just a short period of time for ordinary people.

But for Lin Fan, it has been a journey full of challenges and self-discovery.

For practice

Lin Fan also had a deeper understanding.

These experiences cannot be felt in a small residence.

When Lin Fan stepped onto the Qingyun Sect's square again, his mood was completely different from when he first arrived.

This time, he is no longer the ignorant young man, but a mature monk who has experienced countless hardships.

In front of the main gate of Qingyun Sect, a broad square spread out, like a huge slate carpet, leading everyone to the solemn archway.

In the square, occasionally a few casual cultivators or sect disciples hurried past, their steps revealing a deep awe and urgency.

The towering archway seemed to be the boundary between heaven and earth, separating the outer sect cultivators from the entry-level disciples.

On the archway, the three characters "Qingyun Sect" are dancing with dragons and phoenixes, full of majesty and domineering, as if every stroke contains profound magic power.

These big characters seem to be telling the long history and glorious legend of Qingyun Sect.

Behind the archway is the headquarters of Qingyun Sect.

The pavilions and pavilions there rise and fall, like a fairyland.

The style of the building is simple and elegant, and every brick and tile reveals an ancient and profound atmosphere.

Looking from a distance, it seems that you can see the flying eaves and walls between the pavilions, as well as the gurgling water. The scenery is both quiet and magnificent.

At the gate of the sect, eight guards in black stood.

They were tall and tall, with cold eyes, and stood motionless at the door, like motionless statues.

The aura of these guards is deep, making it difficult to discern their true cultivation, but judging from the aura exuding from them, each one is of great importance.

Lin Fan noticed that although people came and went in front of the sect gate, few people actually entered the sect.

Occasionally, some outer sect casual cultivators or traveling monks wanted to enter Qingyun Sect to visit, but without exception, they were blocked by the indifferent guards.

These guards carefully scrutinize everyone who tries to enter, and only with special permission can they step into the Qingyun Sect's threshold.

Lin Fan stood there, quietly observing all this.

An inexplicable emotion emerged in his heart.

Inside is the place that all casual cultivators dream of, but it is ruthlessly blocked by a stone archway and a few guards.

Standing in the Qingyun Sect Square, Lin Fan observed everything around him.

This is a bustling place with people of all kinds coming in.

Some young monks gathered together to discuss their martial arts and cultivation experiences. Their voices were full of passion and enthusiasm, as if every topic was related to their future.

On the other side, there were several casual cultivators standing in the square. They looked up through the archway and looked inside the sect, their eyes full of desire and awe for the mysterious world.

They may be monks who have just arrived, and they are full of curiosity and yearning for everything about Qingyun Sect.

In a place like this, people come and go with their own agendas.

But one thing is very special, that is, no one sets up a stall here.

This square seems busy, but it maintains a kind of order and solemnity, as if no vendors are allowed here.

Lin Fan originally planned to trade all the nearly 150 monster inner elixirs he collected during his journey, but seeing this situation, he changed his mind.

He decided to trade only part of the inner elixir to avoid attracting too much attention.

So, he took out four monster inner elixirs from three to seven levels of cultivation from his storage bag, twenty in total, and carefully placed them in front of him.

Each of these monster inner elixirs shines with an alluring luster and contains powerful energy.

Lin Fan knew that these inner elixirs were extremely precious to many monks and could help them take a further step on the path of cultivation.

He arranged the inner alchemy neatly, and then sat quietly aside, waiting for potential buyers.

Lin Fan had just set up the

Some monks came in front of the stall

"The demonic beast inner elixir is a good thing. It can greatly increase the monk's cultivation!"

Some casual cultivators exclaimed when they saw Lin Fan's stall.

"Is it true or not? I can't even use the inner elixir of the monster beast, so someone else is selling it?"

Hearing such a voice, some monks were immediately suspicious.

"Isn't he Lin Fan?"

Unexpectedly, some monks actually recognized Lin Fan.

"It's really Lin Fan!"

"It's really Lin Fan, the biggest loser in the Qingyun Sect!"

"If someone sells the inner elixir of a demonic beast, it might be true. Do you believe that a loser sells the elixir of a demonic beast? I don't believe it anyway!"

A casual cultivator looked at Lin Fan, finished teasing, and laughed to himself.

At this time, a monk who was nearly thirty years old came over.

Pick up a monster inner elixir and look at it carefully

"The demonic beast's inner elixir at the seventh level of Qi refining is real!"

Although the monk's voice was not loud, his words instantly silenced the surrounding area.