Chapter 1592: Ordinary Dao Qi

Ye Tian saw Fan Dao Peak from afar. As the name suggests, it is the mountain where the Fan Dao vein is hidden. From a distance, the whole mountain looks like a Christmas tree with strings of colorful lights. When he got closer, he found that the strings of colorful lights were small rivers. When he landed in the mountain, he could hear the sound of the river flowing. The mountain was quite flat and guarded everywhere. Men with bright eyes stood tall in various places in the mountain. There was an archway at the entrance. The archway was seven or eight meters high and looked like a jade carving. Many people stood in front of the archway to register. Ye Tian showed the Fan Dao card. The staff of Fan Dao Peak operated on the light screen for a while. Ye Tian found that there was more data information in the Fan Dao card, including name, number of days used, room number and location, etc.

Ye Tian entered the archway and walked along the mountain road lined with osmanthus trees to Room 187. Not far away were small rivers. They were called small rivers, but in fact the river was narrow, less than two meters wide. Looking carefully, Ye Tian exclaimed, "Huh!" It was really strange. The small river was full of smooth stones of different sizes, like pebbles, some bigger than fists, and some as small as cherries. The stones were more beautiful than jade, as if soaked in water, with shimmering waves and a warm luster. The stones in the river, without a bit of water, made a "gurgling" sound of water.

While Ye Tian was amazed, he heard noisy voices coming from not far away.

The mountain road was not only not rugged, but also wide and flat. There were many public facilities on both sides, including floaters, flying vehicles, and pavilions for rest and conversation. The sculptures were like works of art. If they were placed on the earth, they would definitely be a tourist attraction, and people were coming and going.

There were about 20 people in the group, walking towards Ye Tian. One of them was a man with his head held high. He was about 24 or 25 years old, with a handsome face and a chic temperament. He was as good as Pan An and Song Yu. He was surrounded by people. He had a faint smile on his face, as if everything was a breeze to him. Others flattered him with greedy smiles.

Many people met him on the road, and they stood by the road respectfully, calling him "Brother Cheng". The girls blushed, their eyes were full of stars, and they looked absent-minded.

Ye Tian was quite surprised, "Is this the sect's first genius Cheng Jun? He really has some temperament." He looked at him twice more, and Cheng Jun felt something. His hawk-like eyes shot out two cold lights and fell on Ye Tian. His face suddenly showed contempt, a white piece? An ant-like existence, turned his head, and didn't even feel like looking at him again.

Someone in the crowd praised, "Brother Jun, you were promoted to the seventh meridian of the mortal path a year ago, and you are going to be promoted to the eighth meridian of the mortal path so soon. With such a terrifying talent, how can we live?"

"You dare to compete with Brother Cheng? You went from the seventh meridian to the eighth meridian in one year, breaking our record of thousands of years. Brother Cheng is a genius that is rarely seen in ten thousand years. Brother Cheng is not a human... He is a god!"

Cheng Jun smiled and slapped him, "You are the most dramatic." He was very proud in his heart.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

After everyone passed by, Ye Tian vaguely heard, "Brother Jun's cultivation is now no worse than that of the steward. I think the steward position at Jingnu Peak is vacant, and it must be you."

Ye Tian found Room 187, which is a small wooden villa with a stone fountain. There is a restriction in front of the door, which is composed of purple runes. He took out the Fan Dao token and inserted it into the restriction, just like inserting a key into a lock. The rune turned and the restriction was opened. Ye Tian found a countdown number in the Fan Dao token. He stepped into the house and found that the furnishings were quaint. The most conspicuous one was the stone fountain in the middle, which was shaped like a bowl with a diameter of one meter. The bottom of the bowl was supported by four white cranes carved in stone.

Ye Tian approached and saw smoke flowing on the edge of the bowl. The energy was pure and had never been seen before. Ye Tian knew that this was the energy of the Fan Dao vein. As expected, there were three words engraved on the fountain: Fan Dao Pool.

Ye Tian sat cross-legged, absorbing the mortal qi bit by bit, and the gas was slowly inhaled from the nostrils. Looking inside, he could see the gas lingering on the Bagua priest. After a few minutes, Ye Tian found that the mortal qi could not penetrate into him and could not be absorbed by the Tianting Heart.

Ye Tian was struck by a bolt from the blue. The inability of the Tianting Heart to absorb the mortal qi meant that he could not practice, and his cultivation stagnated, which meant that he had lost his ability to survive in this world full of tigers and wolves. He was suppressed like an ant and faced the threat of death at any time.

Ye Tian was very anxious and tried to forcibly absorb the mortal qi. He suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart, like steam spraying on his skin. At the same time, it seemed that there were countless tiny blades cutting in the meridians. If he didn't stop, the meridians would be useless first.

Ye Tian hurriedly dispersed the mortal qi in his body, frowning deeply. Am I useless like this? Maybe I am the only cultivator in the upper realm who cannot absorb the mortal qi. A white piece can't survive at all, and no one cares about me doing odd jobs in the sect. I have mastered thousands of magic formulas, but they are of no use here. I cannot absorb the mortal energy, which is equivalent to sentencing me to death. I will be completely trapped here.

Ye Tian felt a little panic in his heart. He could almost imagine his future life without any dignity and power. This kind of thing happened to a cultivator, which was equivalent to the collapse of the sky.

Ye Tian thought hard, where is the problem? The only difference between me and others is the gossip priest. Thinking of this, Ye Tian's spirit was slightly shocked. It has a total of eight ranks, and each level of the Heavenly Heart and the Qiankun Heart can absorb eight.

Is it necessary to gather all the seventy-two hearts of the eight ranks?

When Ye Tian was in the lower world, he only absorbed six ranks of the Heavenly Heart, a total of fifty-four, but there was no effect. Later, Ye Tian was busy and exhausted, and gradually ignored it.

This is just a guess. If it comes true, it will be troublesome. Doesn't it mean that Ye Tian needs to collect 72 Qiankun Hearts to absorb the immortal energy?

Ye Tian felt that his head was about to explode, and his heart was falling straight down. He even shook his body when he stood up. It can be seen that this matter was a big blow to him. He cursed, "God, did you let me go to the upper realm to be tortured?" But on second thought, it shouldn't be so difficult, and there must be a glimmer of hope.

So he didn't waste time here. He left Fandao Peak in a daze and went home. He first checked the transaction matters in the sect and tried to get the Tianting Heart.

There is a special trading place in the sect, called Guangshang Peak, but Ye Tian was disappointed that there was no Tianting Heart trading there, after all, the level was too low. But there is another place, but it is outside the Liuhua Ancient Wind Gate, between the Mocai Gate and the Liuhua Ancient Wind Gate. It is a scattered market, known as the "ghost market" because there are always some weird trading items in it.

But there is one thing, the "Ghost Market" was opened by people from the Demonic Path, and good and evil have always been incompatible.

Ye Tian's eyes suddenly became firm, "No matter what kind of Demonic Path he is, I must go to this Ghost Market. If I can't practice, I might as well die."