Read the file to cultivate immortality

It is said that there is no acquaintance without fighting. Zhuo Bufan and the profiteer Chu Mubai are completely acquainted with each other.

Although the profiteer is a bit crazy, Zhuo Bufan is still very grateful to him for helping him cultivate his soul.

"Boy, the cultivation of the soul is extremely difficult and dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out. Let me show you a way. If you want to cultivate the soul, then join a mountain sect or force for systematic cultivation."

"Of course, I don't know what kind of skills you have cultivated, and you have cultivated an inexplicable physique. Ordinary mountain sects will not accept you."

"Give you a suggestion, go to the Talisman Temple!"

The profiteer finally kindly showed Zhuo Bufan a way and suggested that he go to the Talisman Temple.

However, Zhuo Bufan has decided to join Four Seasons Mountain and River, and he will go to participate in the Four Seasons Mountain and River Treasure Hunting Conference tomorrow morning.

"Hey, I want to ask you a question, how can I enter the second stage of cultivation?"

Zhuo Bufan spent so much money, it can't be wasted, he still has to ask the questions.

After hearing this, the profiteer replied: "The first realm of the second stage is called the Golden Pill Realm. To refine the Golden Pill, you need to integrate the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit."

"Now I have the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit. Can I enter the second stage of cultivation now?"

Zhuo Bufan knew that entering the second stage of cultivation did not mean that the first stage of cultivation was over. On the contrary, the first stage of cultivation would accompany him throughout his life.

"Of course not. If you form a pill now, you will explode into pieces with a bang." The profiteer described it exaggeratedly.

"To form a pill, your soul must reach the fifth level, that is, the Yuanshen stage. Only the soul in the Yuanshen stage can withstand the energy generated when forming a pill."

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan nodded. In other words, the fifth level of the soul is the key.

"Boy, this thing is for you. Put all your rags in it, and then get out!"

The profiteer Chu Mubai threw a ring to Zhuo Bufan. It was a storage ring. A white crystal the size of a soybean was inlaid on the steel ring. It was the lowest level of the first level of the talisman.

"How do I use this thing?" Zhuo Bufan was confused while holding the ring. Although he had refined the soul, he still hadn't found the trick.

"Hey, it's really stupid. I'll charge you one thousand more spirit stones. Focus all your attention on this broken ring, and you will see a space. This ring will open naturally."

Zhuo Bufan did what Chu Mubai said, and he really opened the ring.

Inside the ring, there is a one-cubic-meter space, like a big wooden box. Although it is small, it is enough for Zhuo Bufan to put all the messy things on him in it.

Zhuo Bufan moved his mind, and the ring, crystal card, shadowless crossbow, crow feather knife, including the Qianxie sword, and a bunch of messy books given by the profiteer on the ground were all stored in the ring.

Not more, not less, just full.

"By the way, what is the soul engraving? It seems that the ring has that thing." Zhuo Bufan has unknowingly regarded the profiteer Chu Mubai as an encyclopedia.

"The soul imprint is a strand of your soul. Separate your soul and integrate it into the talisman, then the talisman will be your personal property."

"If others want to use it, they have to erase your soul imprint."

"How to do it?" Zhuo Bufan continued to ask.

Asking when you don't understand has always been a good habit of his. However, in the eyes of the profiteer Chu Mubai, it is extremely annoying.

"First, the soul leaves the body!"

After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes and shouted, leaving the body!

This time, his soul did not float out directly, but attached to his body. The soul wrapped his body, looming.

"Grab the ring and separate a part of the soul and leave it on the ring." The profiteer said.

Zhuo Bufan did as he said, separated a part of the soul from his fingertips and drilled into the ring.

"The soul returns to its place!"

Soon, Zhuo Bufan's soul returned to its place, and when he felt the ring in front of him again

He suddenly discovered that the ring seemed to have merged with his soul and became inseparable. He could sense the existence inside the ring at all times.

"Great, this way I don't have to carry it on my back."

Zhuo Bufan put on the ring and looked relaxed.

"Boy, I made that ring specially for you, and now you recognize it as your master. I won't bother you, give me two thousand spirit stones, and I'll sell it to you."

The profiteer Chu Mubai stretched out his hand and said to Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan was stunned when he saw this, "Damn, isn't this a gift from you?"

"Give it to you? Is there such a good thing in the world? Bring it here, two thousand spirit stones, not one less."

"Profiteer, I don't have it!"

Zhuo Bufan didn't even think about it, he ran away and rushed out of the profiteer's yard.

Zhuo Bufan, who escaped from the profiteer's lair, felt like he had escaped from the tiger's mouth and escaped from the sky.

Looking back, he was relieved to find that the profiteer had not caught up with him.

He thought that the profiteer was just joking with him.

Then, he found a tavern and stayed there for the night.

Early the next morning, after some inquiries, he went to Fengbo Pavilion.

He did not forget that today was the day of the treasure hunting meeting.

Along the way, he found many people who were like him, some of whom even wore the same clothes as him.

Obviously, the 'stealth suit' is very popular, especially for those who want to be assassins.

Fengbo Pavilion is located at the edge of a quiet river. When he came to Fengbo Pavilion, he found that the octagonal pavilion, which is less than ten square meters, was already full of people.

"There are many people participating in the 'Treasure Hunting Conference' this year! Twice as many as last year."

"After all, 'Four Seasons Mountains and Rivers' is the world's number one killer organization. Becoming a killer of 'Four Seasons Mountains and Rivers' can get the most commissions."

"The key to cultivation is the law, wealth, friends and land. The law is first, and wealth is second. Which strong man is not made up of piles of spiritual stones?"

"I heard that completing a level-E task in 'Four Seasons Mountains and Rivers' is enough for us to earn in half a year. This is why so many people want to break their heads and squeeze into 'Four Seasons Mountains and Rivers'."

...

From some people's conversations, Zhuo Bufan realized the importance of resources to practitioners.

The reason why this world of cultivation has become a cruel world of cannibalism is because everyone competes for cultivation resources and has become such a life-and-death situation.

"The boat is coming."

While everyone was talking, they saw a huge wooden boat coming from the mist on the river.

It was a huge wooden boat with three floors. When it came, it broke through the heavy fog and pressed towards Fengbo Pavilion, causing everyone to retreat again and again.

Fortunately, the boat stopped in time, otherwise everyone would have thought it would crush them.

"Get on board!"

A black-robed man with a white mask on the boat said. His mask was very interesting, with a huge "eight" written on it.

"Is that the owner of the August Tower?"

"It should be. The Four Seasons Hall Master is divided into the Four Seasons Hall Master of the Four Seasons Mountains and Rivers. The owner of the December Tower was born on the 356th day."

"It's autumn now, and the treasure hunting conference is hosted by the three owners of July, August, and September. Who else could that eight character be except the owner of the August Tower?"

Hearing the discussion of the predecessors, Zhuo Bufan raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man standing on the bow.

He stood on the bow alone, with his hands behind his back, majestic and fluttering, like a master.

For a moment, Zhuo Bufan felt that he was looking at him. Zhuo Bufan immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at it any more.

He didn't want to attract too much attention. In this world, keeping a low profile is the way to go.

"Save!"

Zhuo Bufan saved the game in time, covering the save bar on the first door, and the name on the save slot became "Fengbo Pavilion".

He didn't know what would happen on this boat, so it was better to save the game in time.