Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

It seemed as if the fish could fly out from the Spirit River and transform into a deadly blade at his whim.

"Due to my current cultivation level, the Spirit River can only contain five spell fish," he said.

There was a flash in Zhang Jing's eyes, then he thought:

"Essentially, I have five spells that I can use anytime, anywhere. It may not seem like much, but in practice - it should be terrifying. Moreover, as my cultivation level increases, so too will the number of spell fish in the Spirit River."

Perhaps in the not-too-distant future,

he could catch his enemies off guard with a full-blown spell storm, and then ask them if they were moved by his generosity.

Upon this thought, a slight smile curled up at the corners of Zhang Jing's mouth. He then lowered his head in contemplation.

Currently, the Spirit River could only hold five spells, so he had to choose carefully.

The first, a double-boosted Ice-edge spell. It was crucial to have two of them in the Spirit River, as a trump card for potential dangers.

Then, an ordinary Ice-edge spell imbued with "Sharpness". Just keeping one as a symbol...

As for the other two slots, Zhang Jing resolved to choose a low-tiered defensive spell, the Ice-Light Charm, inherited from the Five Components of Water Element Legacy.

At present, he first had to master the Ice-Light Charm.

He estimated the time.

Perhaps there was still time left.

With this in mind, Zhang Jing retreated to the small meditation room.

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On the following day.

Zhang Jing left the Marvelous Pill Pavilion without any expression on his face. He turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

This time, he bought a total of five Accumulative Spirit Pills.

According to the speed at which Gather Spirit Light removes the impurities in Dantian, without affecting the purity of spiritual power, these five Accumulative Spirit Pills should be enough for his cultivation needs during the Dao Institute's assessment period.

Just about twenty days were left.

If managed properly, there might be a chance to break through to the second level of Qi Refinement.

At this thought, Zhang Jing sped up.

Time to get back to cultivate.

Not a single moment could be wasted.

However, the next moment, he suddenly remembered that when he got back, his primary task wouldn't be cultivation, but mending the wall!

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On a small tree-lined road outside Longze Market,

two parties were having a standoff, and the atmosphere was suffused with a silent tension.

To be accurate, four black-clad men were confronting a septuagenarian.

One of the men, holding a boy, slowly retreated as the other three advanced on the old man.

"Old Man Shi, where's the legacy? If you don't produce it now, your grandson will pay the price."

The man holding the boy asked coldly.

On hearing this, the old man's eyes reddened and he gritted his teeth, retorting:

"Boss Xu, just for a legacy, you and your brothers have chased us three thousand miles, even dared to sneak into Longze Market to do this. Are you seeking death? If the Dao Institute gets involved, how many lives does your Xu Family have to spare?"

"Enough nonsense. You understand the importance of this legacy more than I do. As for the Dao Institute's involvement... what does it have to do with you? I'll ask you once more, hand it over or not?"

"Humph," the old man sneered, "You think I don't know you? I'll tell you the truth, I've hidden the legacy somewhere in the market. Boss Xu, if you dare harm a hair on my grandson's head, I guarantee you won't find the legacy in this lifetime."

As the old man finished speaking,

an icy smile appeared on the face of the man known as 'Boss Xu'. His grip on the captive boy tightened.

A heartbreaking cry echoed loudly: "Grandpa--"

"Old Man Shi, now I'm hurting your grandson, what will you do about it? Don't say things like not finding the legacy, you know I'm a fragile soul, I can't bear such a blow."

Mingled with his speech, the boy's screams rang out unceasingly.

"Xu, you--"

The old man trembled as he looked at his grandson crying out in pain. Eventually, like a deflated balloon, he sat down on the ground and begged:

"Stop! I'll give you the legacy. But I have one condition--"

The old man stared intently at Boss Xu and spoke decisively.

"Out with it~"

Boss Xu let go of the boy who fell to the ground with a 'thud' sound.

"I may not survive today, but my grandson is still young, he cannot die here. You must swear not to kill him, and you must find someone who is willing to take him in."

"I swear!" Boss Xu nodded.

"And you three!"

The old man turned to look at the other three black-clad men.

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In the end,

Under the expectant gaze of four black-clad men, the old man, whose pupils were dilating and who was on the verge of death, laboriously reached into his pocket and said weakly, "Remember, you...you all swore...to this."

"Damn it, the Shi old dog really had it on him, we bros swore too soon."

An annoyed black-garbed man complained as he harshly snatched the legacy from the old man's hand.

Just then,

a young figure, surrounded by spiritual power, suddenly appeared in their field of vision, moving incredibly fast.

Their gazes met.

The expressions of the four black-clad men changed in unison.

"Boss, what should we do? Should we run?"

"Run? Our auras are already here. If the market's cultivational law enforcement follows our trail, do you think we can outrun them?"

"They've got Flying Artifacts!"

"So boss, what should we do?"

"This guy seems to be at the first level of Qi Refinement, while all four of us are at the second level. What's there to be afraid of? Let's quickly make a move, then clean up the place to ensure that the market's law enforcement can't detect even a trace of our presence!"