I Am Evergreen In the World of Cultivating Immortals

In front of the Black Mist Mountain Range, a fierce battle ended.

"Amulet! You hid it so deeply that you didn't..."

The middle-aged man in the blue robe in the late foundation establishment period, his body was scorched black, and his abdomen was pierced by a purple lightning spear.

"Plop" fell to the ground and died.

Opposite him, Junior Brother Cheng, wearing a square scarf, was lying on the ground, his face was bloodless, and his breath was extremely dim.

His talisman had only the last blow left, and the opponent was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment who was almost in full bloom and was extremely vigilant.

Junior Brother Cheng stretched out his hand with difficulty, but the storage bag on his body was gone long ago, and the hidden storage leather bag was also given to Fu Dong.

There is no more wound medicine.

He wanted to crawl to the middle-aged man in the blue robe and take the other's storage bag, but he couldn't lift it up.

The injuries in his body were fatal, his life was irreversibly lost, and ordinary wound medicines were powerless.

Junior Brother Cheng's mouth turned bitter, he gave up struggling, and lay quietly on the ground.

As he lay dying, he heard slight footsteps.

An unremarkable young man in the Foundation Establishment period entered a blurred field of vision.

The other party first came to the body of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and took the latter's storage bag.

However, walking up to Junior Brother Cheng, he said:

"I'm a passing scavenger. What's your last word?"

The voice of the Foundation Establishment youth was also mediocre, without any characteristics.

"Scavenger?"

Junior brother Cheng still has the last sliver of clarity, knowing the meaning of these three words.

Near certain fairy cities with chaotic law and order, there is a kind of immortal cultivator who specializes in picking up the remains of the dead.

Those who kill and snatch treasures are short on time, and often fail to take all the items, and there are some omissions.

The scavenger did not make up the knife immediately, but asked his last words, which is considered conscientious.

"I, Master Huanglong's Eighth Disciple 'Cheng Kangping', the dharma artifacts and dharma robes left on my body are still valuable. I hope Your Excellency will bury me. It would be best if you can report to Huanglongshan."

Brother Cheng didn't expect the other party to save his life. His injury was not cured, and it was useless for the wise pharmacist to act in time.

"Well, that's all?"

"Junior Sister Fu... Jie Dan..."

Junior brother Cheng closed his eyes and died.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the ordinary-looking young man who established the foundation.

This Huanglong's personal disciple, the last thing he cared about before he died was his little junior sister.

Hush!

The young man who established the foundation used his mana to collect the body of Senior Brother Cheng, including his belongings, into a big bag.

He took a last look at the blue-robed Zhuji's body, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and flew towards the Black Mist Mountain Range.

After half an hour.

A gust of spiritual pressure from a fake alchemy real person shuttled from the sky.

The person who came was a muscular middle-aged man in a robe and cassock, and it was Xiang Jinglong.

"Useless things!"

Xiang Jinglong glanced at the corpse of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, his spiritual sense swept over it, and found that there were no valuable relics, so he couldn't help but let out a soft "pooh".

...

Two days later.

Dark Mist Mountains at night

Aww~

Dozens of demon wolves surrounded a young man in padded jacket who was seriously injured and pale.

The leader of the demon wolf was at the early stage of the second stage. He stared at the young man in padded jacket cunningly, and from time to time he tried to attack the side of his injured arm.

"Brother Cheng, I'm useless, I'm just a piece of trash! If I had known this, I might as well have died in Huanglong Mountain..."

Fu Dong, who was in a desperate situation, felt desolate in his heart.

After escaping from Huanglong Mountain, he has been in a state of injury. When he was hunted down, his injuries aggravated and his vitality was greatly exhausted.

He fled to the Black Mist Mountains alone, but was unfortunately targeted by this group of monster wolves because he was not familiar with the surrounding terrain.

Under the harassment and attack of the pack of wolves, Fu Dong's mana was exhausted, his condition became worse and worse, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.

Whoosh!

In the low sky not far away, a ray of light swept over in time.

"The Black Mist Mountain Range is different from the human world."

A familiar male voice came.

"Some monsters have an extremely sensitive sense of smell. Even if you stop the bleeding, bandage the wound, and remove the bloody smell from your body, you may still be detected..."

"Brother Cheng!"

Fu Dong's heart trembled, and when he looked at the familiar figure wearing a square scarf, tears welled up in his eyes.

After "Junior Brother Cheng" came over, he didn't make a move, and deliberately distributed the spiritual pressure of the late stage of foundation establishment.

Ow!

The alpha wolf at the beginning of the second stage shrank his head in fear, without even thinking about it, he fled with the pack of wolves.

Wait until the wolves are gone.

Junior Brother Cheng snorted, his face was pale, his breath was weak, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Brother Cheng!"

Fu Dong came over in a hurry, staggered and almost fell due to his injuries.

"It's just that the body is deficient, nothing serious."

Junior Brother Cheng forced a smile.

With Fu Dong's support, he went to a downwind mountain foot, took two pills, and began to sit cross-legged to heal his injuries.

"Brother Cheng, that's great! You got rid of the hunt?"

"Well, my talisman still has one last chance, a thrilling design to kill that person..."

Lu Changan described it "truthfully".

He was able to find Fu Dong easily because he had sent a ground rock mouse with a keen sense of smell to follow him.

In the Black Mist Mountains, the Rock Rat was better suited to the environment than he was.

"Anti-kill?"

After Fu Dong was pleasantly surprised, his expression became gloomy again.

He secretly said: "Sure enough, Brother Cheng can display stronger strength without my dragging down,"

An hour later, Lu Changan's breath returned, and a trace of blood appeared on his face.

He opened his eyes and found that Fu Dong, who was in charge of releasing the wind, was staring at him in a daze.

In his eyes, apart from gratitude and respect, there is also a trace of exploration.

"Brother Cheng, for my sister's alchemy, you don't hesitate to use yourself as a cover. In order to save me before, you almost died without a place to die."

"Even if...you like my sister, is it worth it?"

Fu Dong couldn't bear it, and finally opened up his heart at this moment, and said what was in his heart.

In the past, he had heard the gossip about Huang Long's lineage. This Junior Brother Cheng, who had been expelled from the school, was interested in his sister.

When Fu Xuemei was first accepted into Huanglong's sect, Brother Cheng took good care of his siblings.

After these few days of getting along, Fu Dong was certain of this.

Like your sister?

Hearing this, Lu Chang'an felt strange in his heart.

Thinking of Junior Brother Cheng's actions and his last words before he died, all of this makes sense.

"You don't have to feel indebted."

Lu Changan spoke calmly and calmly.

"Although I have a good impression of Ling Jie, my teacher has a generous compensation for being a cover in Huanglong Mountain. If Huanglong Mountain's formation was not broken so quickly, the risk would not be as great as you imagined."

Lu Chang'an speculated that Junior Brother Cheng was willing to take risks, and his liking for Fu Xuemei should not be the only factor. The real Huanglong probably gave him huge profits as compensation.

"Oh, since Brother Cheng is back, I'll return this item to you instead of giving it to my sister myself."

Fu Dong thought of something, took out an ultra-thin skin leather bag, and solemnly handed it to Lu Changan.

"Um."

Lu Changan remained calm, and took the ultra-thin leather bag.

Junior Brother Cheng risked his life to intercept the blue-robed middle-aged man in the later stage of foundation establishment. He should have expected the possibility of death, so he handed over the valuables on his body to Fu Dong.

Lu Changan scanned the ultra-thin leather bag with his spiritual sense, and found that its material had a certain concealment effect on his spiritual sense. If it is hidden close to the body, it is easy to ignore it unless it is carefully probed by a real person.

There is a bottle of elixir and two jade tubes in the leather bag.

Lu Chang'an's heart skipped a beat as his spiritual consciousness swept across the jade bottle that had been fortified with restraint.

The elixir in the jade bottle is like a glass and snow jade, with a slight blemish on the surface, showing six and a half lines.

"Defective Crystal Condensation Pill?"

Lu Changan was surprised, unexpected.

Junior Brother Cheng still has the Crystal Condensation Pill in his hand?

As a pretense of forming pills and putting himself in a dangerous situation, Master Huanglong rewarded him with a defective Condensing Crystal Pill, which is not difficult to understand.

The point is, Junior Brother Cheng didn't use this Crystal Condensation Pill.

At this time, Lu Changan recalled the alchemy weather that day, and it was weaker than expected.

His consciousness scanned the two jade tubes in the leather bag.

One of them records the inheritance of Junior Brother Cheng in this life.

The other one was intended for Fu Xuemei, and explained some funeral affairs, including the reason for this crystal condensing pill.

It turned out that Junior Brother Cheng felt that he was old, more than 150 years old, and was seriously injured outside ten years ago, which damaged his foundation, and his hope of forming an alchemy was slim.

He himself has half of the alchemy preparations, which he used to attack the alchemy that day.

The Ningjing Pill that was saved was hoped to be left to its potential descendants. I believe that Fu Xuemei would handle this matter fairly.

...

"Have you seen what's in the leather bag?"

Lu Changan asked.

"No."

Fu Dong didn't have time to think, his expression was normal.

Lu Changan confirmed from his son's temperament and micro-expression changes that he shouldn't be lying.

For Fu Xuemei's younger brother.

Lu Changan had heard about it before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.

He knew that this person was Fu Xuemei's biggest weakness.

However, he never considered using this as a threat to take revenge on Fu Xuemei.

The relationship between him and Fu Xuemei is only a dispute involving resources, not relatives and friends.

According to the unwritten rules in the world of cultivating immortals, normal conflicts of grievances and grievances will not harm relatives, friends, or innocent mortals.

Except for a few extreme monks, most immortal cultivators, including some demonic monks, recognize this, at least on the surface.

From Lu Changan's point of view, doing so also violated his original intention.

Unless the enemy threatens his relatives and friends.

Therefore, when he saw Fu Dong, he didn't have any murderous intentions.

To target is also to target Fu Xuemei herself.

Previously in Huanglong Xiancheng, he secretly pushed a hand, the premise is that Fu Xuemei is the one who formed the alchemy, and it will affect him.

If the target is Fu Xuemei, then regardless of success or failure, the grievances are over.

It was later proved that the person who formed the alchemy was not Fu Xuemei at all.

Does that secret push count?

He was not sure, but he always felt that he was almost meaningless.

Simply resigned.

If there is no good opportunity, just let it go and never force it.

Coincidentally, on the way back, Lu Changan met Fu Xuemei's younger brother unexpectedly.

Lu Changan felt that "fate has arrived", so he decided to wait and see.

Coupled with the current chaotic situation, it may be possible to reap the benefits of fishing nets and seek opportunities for alchemy.

Saving Fu Dong stems from this point.

Fu Dong is the key person, maybe he can follow the clues and find the place where Fu Xuemei formed the alchemy.

However, Lu Changan did not expect that he would get a Condensing Crystal Pill so smoothly by pretending to be by Fu Dong's side.

It's a pity that it's an inferior Crystal Condensation Pill.

The inferior Congealing Crystal Pill is not very attractive to him.

Due to the impurity of the medicine, it will affect the quality of Chengdan.

In this life, he has strict requirements on the quality of Cheng Dan.

Even if it doesn't become a golden elixir.

The condensed real elixir must pursue the upper reaches, even the top quality.

In this way, it is hoped that the Nascent Soul will be achieved in the future.

"If I accept this pill, I will be favored by Huanglongshan by accident..."

"Let's not make a conclusion yet. Now that Fu Dong has been rescued and obtained such a good status, let's take a look at the final situation."

...

After a few days.

"Junior Brother Cheng" and Fu Dong recovered from their injuries.

Whoosh!

A fake alchemy-level breath came from a certain direction in the Black Mist Mountains.

The visitor was a beautiful woman in a white smock, with wounds on her body and disordered breathing.

It was the real Bai Ling who had rescued Fu Dong and the two before.