Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Langya District.

In a tranquil little courtyard.

Zhang Jing slows his steps before reaching the doorway.

The usually quiet place now emits subtle noises.

In his line of sight.

Groups of cultivators walk into the courtyard, laughing amongst themselves.

However, as they leave, a hint of tension appears unanimously on their faces.

Has something unexpected occurred?

Zhang Jing strides towards the courtyard.

Just as last time.

As soon as he approaches, the courtyard's main entrance swings open automatically.

"Junior Brother Zhang is here, please come in." Senior Brother Li's uniquely immature voice whispers in his ear.

Zhang Jing steps through the entrance boldly and heads straight for the courtyard center.

At first glance, he notices a chaotic presence around Senior Brother Li whose face looks somewhat pale.

"I heard you returned from the demon battlefield, Brother. I came to pay my respects." Zhang Jing sincerely said.

A sudden intrigue hits him.

What kind of demon could have injured Senior Brother Li to this extent on the battlefield?

One must know that the latter isn't your ordinary ten-level Qi-refinement practitioner.

Senior Brother Li, as the vice-captain of the Luodu team, is almost at the pinnacle among disciples from the Outer Academy. With abundant resources for cultivation, his legacy, spells, and even magical artifacts are all top tier.

Even a demon at the tenth level of Qi-refinement should not be a serious threat to him.

Not to mention injuring him to such an extent.

Could it be... a demon above the Refining Qi Realm?

Across.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm embarrassed to have you see me like this," noticing Zhang Jing's slightly changed expression, Senior Brother Li said in a carefree manner.

He seemed unconcerned about the visitor's reaction.

"Senior Brother, are there now demons above the Refining Qi Realm on the demon battlefield?"

On hearing this.

Li's face turns serious.

Instead of answering directly, he turns around and gives Zhang Jing a stern look.

"Junior Brother, your timing is impeccable. I had just considered sending someone to find you."

"May I ask if you have any orders for me, Senior Brother?" Zhang Jing unconsciously looks at him.

"We're about to close. The folks from the Inner Academy will arrive soon. The battlefield will then transform into the arena for the Foundation Establishment Realm and even the Golden Core Divine Skills Realm. This place will no longer be suitable for you," Li looks up at the sky, his voice low. "If Junior Brother has no duties here, I suggest you leave Langya as soon as possible and return to Dao Institute."

As the voice fades.

Shockwaves surge through Zhang Jing's heart.

Before coming here, he had guessed that the demon chaos in Langya District might soon end.

But he didn't expect it to happen in this way!

Immediately, his eyes fill with urgency.

The spiritual medicine in that garden hasn't been harvested.

This concerns whether he will be able to quickly exchange for a high-quality legacy!

Taking a deep breath.

Zhang Jing looks at Senior Brother Li and calmly asks, "I wonder how much time is left until the senior brothers from the Inner Academy arrive?"

"At least ten days, at most half a month," Senior Brother Li states with certainty.

Sigh--

On hearing this, Zhang Jing can't help but let out a sigh of relief. He feels somewhat assured.

He still has ample time.

After regaining his composure.

"Right, Senior Brother, since you just returned from the demon battlefield, do you have any late-stage Refining Qi demonic cores? I can trade them for Spirit God liquid," Zhang Jing can't help but ask, a tiny bit embarrassed.

The outwardly wounded.

Asking such things feels inappropriate.

But he couldn't help but ask.

"Spirit God Liquid? You still have that?"

Senior Brother Li's eyebrows lift, and he quickly looks at Zhang Jing, his eyes filled with amazement.

However, he didn't ask more, just fell silent as if composing his thoughts.

A few moments later.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you when it comes to the Demon Core," he said.

A trace of helplessness surfaced on Senior Brother Li's face as he explained, "Late-stage Qi Refinement Demon Cores are hard to come by. I don't currently have any on hand. If you need one... I can keep an eye out for you."

"Or perhaps you could check the team's resource library when you return to the Dao Institute."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Zhang Jing suppressed his disappointment and expressed his gratitude.

Then.

He looked at Senior Brother Li again, attempting to ask:

"Senior Brother, I previously heard Senior Brother Yan mention that you have some high-quality middle-grade Magic Artifacts. I would like to buy some, is that possible?"

"Haha, that's no problem at all."

Senior Brother Li laughed heartily, then swept his hand.

In the next instant, more than a dozen different types of Magic Artifacts appeared unexpectedly, floating in front of Zhang Jing.

As soon as the Magic Artifacts appeared, they naturally attracted the sparse Spiritual Energy wandering around the courtyard, emitting bursts of strong Spiritual Power fluctuations.

"These are all middle-grade Magic Artifacts that I've collected over the years. Each one is exceptionally rare."

"If you're looking for middle-grade Magic Artifacts, coming to me was definitely the right choice."

Confidence filled Senior Brother Li's face as he then began introducing them to Zhang Jing one by one.

"This Magic Artifact is known as the Dragon Lifting Umbrella, a wood-type Magic Artifact, made from..."

"This is the Heavy Mountain Stamp..."

...

Time passed bit by bit.

After some repetitive,sieve-like selection and screening.

Zhang Jing finally chose four middle-grade Magic Artifacts: the Green Light Flag, Heavy Mountain Stamp, Mysterious Gold Heavy Mace, and the Nine Flames Bottle.

Adding the previously acquired Soul Bell of the Abyssal Water Flood Dragon.

All the Magic Artifacts he had prepared for Five Treasures Ling River were offensive.

Zhang Jing's idea was simple.

At present, the number of Magic Artifacts that the Five Treasures Ling River could accommodate was small, so instead of considering defense, it was better to concentrate all his forces at the blade's edge.

After all, his current target was that White Deer which was breaking through to the late-stage Qi Refinement Realm.

To deliver a fatal blow, the attack needs to be strong!

Furthermore, he had Five Fa Ling River for defense.

The Twenty-Four Glacial Light Curses with the [Heavy Light] characteristic, piled onto each other, turning as resilient as a vajra, would be enough for self-protection.

...

After heart-wrenchingly transferring two hundred and thirty Tao Merits to Senior Brother Li.

Zhang Jing promptly put away the Magic Artifacts.

He initially intended to follow Senior Brother Yan's instructions, planning to ask Senior Brother Li to confirm his quota for middle-grade Spiritual Paper.

But it seems like it would be better to wait until he returned to the Dao Institute for these discussions.

After he decided everything.

Zhang Jing said his goodbyes to Senior Brother Li:

"Senior Brother, I'm leaving now."

"Junior Brother Zhang Jing, you must remember to leave Langya as soon as possible." Senior Brother Li advised.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I will."

As Zhang Jing's shrinking silhouette vanished from sight in the distance.

Senior Brother Li couldn't help but murmur, "Qi Refinement Fourth Layer...it looks like he's not far from the Fifth Layer...Plague, tsk!"

A Communication Talisman suddenly appeared in his hands.

...

An hour later.

On the second floor of the Talisman Store.

Zhang Jing was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, his face serious.

Rushing sounds——

Threads of water flow resonated within the room, the sound growing louder and ceaseless.

Accompanying the sound.

An apparition of a vast river which was half real and half-illusion slowly emerged, encircling Zhang Jing.

It's time!

He held his breath.

Gently touched his identity spirit pendant with one hand.

A palm-sized black small bell appeared in the center of his palm instantly.

Zhang Jing lifted the black bell, slowly placing it inside the Five Treasures Ling River.