Chapter 208 Fei Peng's Immortal Cultivation Story

"You are still too young. Even with my secret help, you can't bear such a huge amount of information."

Li Fan looked at Ye Feipeng, who was still in a coma with a painful expression on his face, and thought to himself.

He took out a [Spiritual Awakening Fruit] from the storage ring and gave it to him.

He then used spiritual energy to help him refine it.

Soon, Ye Feipeng's face relaxed.

Li Fan stroked his head with his hand, and the Cloud and Water Dream Art was activated again, carefully carving Ye Feipeng's "previous life" memory.

When Ye Feipeng woke up again the next day, covered in sweat, his face was much calmer.

He wrote down a prescription and ordered his servants to grab it.

While taking a hot bath, he planned his way to rise in this life.

Compared to the mess of thoughts yesterday, his mind was obviously much clearer today.

"With the help of Xuanhuang Qingxin Mantra and prescription, I should be able to remove the miasma in my body by myself."

"But without spiritual energy, I can't practice, which is equivalent to useless work."

"I can't wait for ten years. I must seize this opportunity and leave here in advance."

In Ye Feipeng's memory, about half a month later, an immortal cultivator will accidentally come to the world of Li.

This immortal cultivator is not the one who has always cooperated with Dali, so he is unwilling to take the risk to help Dali's subjects sneak across.

Ignoring the pleadings of the monarchs and ministers of Lijie, the immortal cultivator was about to leave.

The emperor suddenly remembered the white bone jade hand that fell in the palace not long ago.

So, in order to save the dying horse, the emperor claimed that Dali had a rare treasure that had been passed down since ancient times.

As long as the immortal master is willing to bring a group of people to the world of immortal cultivation, he will offer this rare treasure with both hands.

Perhaps because of the fear of immortal miasma, the immortal cultivator did not directly rob it.

But after some thought, he agreed.

But he had his own conditions.

Only children with talent for cultivation were taken out, and the number could not be too large.

So, this cultivator personally selected ten children from the descendants of the powerful people in Dali and brought them back to the cultivation world.

Ye Feipeng remembered that among them were Xiao Heng of the Xiao family, Su Changyu of the Su family and others.

And because of his insufficient qualifications, he was not favored.

So he wasted ten years in this world in vain.

"In my last life, when I was in the middle stage of Qi Refining, I once met Xiao Heng by chance. At that time, he was already in the middle stage of Foundation Building, far surpassing me."

"On the road of cultivation, one step faster, every step faster."

"Wasting ten years of time will lead to completely different achievements in the future."

"This life will definitely not be like this."

"As long as you can jump out of this shackle, you can jump as far as the sea is wide and let the fish jump as far as the sky is high."

Ye Feipeng's eyes shone, he walked out of the wooden barrel, closed his eyes and practiced the Xuanhuang Qingxin Mantra.

Perhaps it was the benefit of living a new life. He felt that the efficiency of removing the miasma in his body in this life was much faster than in the previous life.

It took only more than ten days to remove almost all the miasma in his body.

This made Ye Feipeng even happier.

However, in the next few days, Ye Feipeng stopped the process of removing miasma.

A mortal with no miasma in his body would be too conspicuous.

If it aroused the suspicion of the immortal master, it would be bad.

At present, this state is just like a mortal with rare miasma in his body.

It can ensure that he is selected without attracting attention, and the degree is just right.

"Re-living a new life, you must be more careful." Ye Feipeng kept reminding himself in his heart.

Just like in his memory, five days later, the immortal cultivator came to the capital.

After more than half a day, Ye Feipeng came to the square with thousands of ignorant children to accept the selection of the immortal cultivator.

Even if he was reborn, his future fate was still in the hands of others.

This made Ye Feipeng a little nervous.

Fortunately, the cultivator paused when he looked at him and finally chose him.

This made Ye Feipeng feel relieved and excited.

Not long after, all the other children who were not chosen left.

Only the cultivator and ten anxious children including Ye Feipeng were left in the huge square.

The cultivator summoned a flying boat and was about to take them away.

At this time, Su Changyu suddenly shouted: "Master, please save my sister!"

Ye Feipeng's heart moved.

In his memory, the cultivation talent of this little sister of the Su family seemed to be more terrifying than Xiao Heng.

Before he died in his previous life, he vaguely heard that she seemed to have achieved the realm of golden elixir.

Although the cultivator was a little impatient, he still went to the Su Mansion.

After returning, he showed a happy look on his face.

So there was another baby in the group.

Before departure, the immortal cultivator distributed the Xuanhuang Qingxin Mantra and supporting medicines, and asked them to practice on their own first.

After flying in Dali for more than ten days, the flying boat finally broke through the Xianjue formation and came to the world of immortal cultivation.

Feeling the thick spiritual energy around him, Ye Feipeng was immediately deeply intoxicated.

Carefully guiding the spiritual energy into his body, Ye Feipeng officially transformed into a cultivator.

After an unknown period of time, a thunder-like roar suddenly exploded in his ears.

It woke him up from his practice.

"Which cultivator dared to help mortals sneak across!"

The thunder-like sound kept echoing in his ears, and Ye Feipeng felt dizzy and his heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, a bad premonition came up.

"Fellow Taoist, please listen to my explanation..." The cultivator who led them away hurriedly explained.

However, the other party seemed to have no intention of showing mercy at all.

"Stop talking nonsense! The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance decrees that traitors shall die!"

"boom!"

Following the cold voice of the other party, Ye Feipeng felt that the flying boat he was on seemed to be hit by something and shook violently.

"It's really too much! If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Loud sounds of collisions of Taoist moves continued to be heard, and the air waves aroused continued to blow like hurricanes.

The flying boat was suddenly as fragile as duckweed in the wind, swaying as if it was about to fall at any moment.

Except for Su Xiaomei, who was still sleeping soundly, the rest of the Lijie people in the cabin had all woken up from their cultivation at this moment.

Although they have some aptitude for cultivating immortals, they are only teenagers after all.

Moreover, they are all used to being held in the hands of wealthy people and they are used to pain. They have never even been seen fighting by mortals.

Not to mention the scene in front of me of the fight between immortal cultivators.

All looked pale, inexplicably panicked, and at a loss.

Only Ye Feipeng performed better. Although he was frightened, he looked out of the flying boat.

I saw that the two monks seemed to be on par in strength, and the battle was fierce.

The momentum is huge and the brilliance fills the sky.

It makes it difficult to see the specific battle scene clearly.

But judging from the aftermath of the fight, these two were at least in the foundation-building stage.

"The flying boat under my feet is not a powerful magic weapon."

"It was hit head-on by the Foundation-Building Stage monk who suddenly appeared just now, and it's already badly damaged."

"Now, under the impact of the fighting between the two sides, it may be completely damaged at any time."

"In addition, the smuggling incident seems to have been exposed."

"Stay here and you will die!"

Ye Feipeng forced himself to calm down and thought quickly.

"I also controlled this flying boat in my previous life. As long as there are no restrictions, any monk in the Qi Refining Stage can pilot it."

Thinking of this, Ye Feipeng went straight to the bow of the ship, leaving only the children outside the world looking at each other.

After all, it was Xiao Heng who was more alert and stepped forward to see if there was anything he could do to help.

Su Changyu is the eldest among these children.

However, the miasma in his body has not even been dispelled, and he is still just a mortal.

Knowing that he couldn't be of much help, he didn't go over to join in the fun.

Just take care of Su Xiaomei and calm everyone's emotions.

"Fat man, what are you doing?" Xiao Heng walked into the bow and saw Ye Feipeng touching the void in front of him with his hands.

There were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he was struggling.

Ye Feipeng did not answer, but tried his best to control the flying boat under his feet.

"Oh, I understand. You want to control the flying boat and then escape." Xiao Heng observed for a while and suddenly realized.

"Why doesn't it move?"

Ye Feipeng was upset when he heard this, and felt weak in his mind. He couldn't help but lose strength and fell to the ground.

"I'll try!"

Ye Feipeng was about to yell at Xiao Heng to vent his anger, but suddenly he noticed that the flying boat beneath him was trembling slightly.

"Isn't it easy?"

"Can you control the flying boat?"

Two people's voices sounded at the same time.

Ye Feipeng's face first flashed with shock, and then he inevitably felt a bit jealous after hearing this.

But now at the critical moment of life and death, he no longer cares about this.

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Ye Feipeng quickly urged: "Quick, drive the flying boat and leave here."

Xiao Heng's innocent voice came: "Where are you going to run away! Everything is the same everywhere, and you can't tell the direction at all!"

Ye Feipeng suddenly said angrily: "Just choose any direction..."

Before he finished speaking, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

As if thinking of something, Ye Feipeng suddenly looked outside the flying boat and carefully discerned the surrounding scenery.

On the sea surface not far away, there are nine whirlpools of different sizes.

The sea water is turbulent and particularly conspicuous.

"This sea area seems to have been here when I tried to return to the realm in my previous life."

"You can't go to the island guarded by the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance now. There seems to be an uninhabited island not far northwest of here."

"Go there to avoid the limelight first."

He quickly identified the direction, pointed at Xiao Heng and said, "Quick, fly towards that direction!"

When Xiao Heng heard this, he immediately staggered and controlled the flying boat to escape from the battlefield.

The two foundation-building monks seemed to be in the middle of a fierce battle and did not notice the people who were fleeing quietly.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help but feel excited.

After flying for more than a day, I finally saw an island of medium size and dense jungle.

"We're here, fly into the woods and hide first." Ye Feipeng greeted quickly.

Xiao Heng had only just broken through to the Qi refining stage, and he was already somewhat incapable of operating the flying boat for such a long time.

Seeing Ye Feipeng say this, he felt relieved and carefully landed the flying boat in the jungle.

Ye Feipeng asked everyone to pick some branches and leaves and put them on the surface of the flying boat as a cover.

Then the group of people returned to the cabin and discussed the next matters.

"It's really unlucky to encounter something like this when we first came to the world of immortality!" Xiao Heng sighed.

"It's good to be alive. Didn't you hear that our smuggling was discovered?" Another child about the same age as Xiao Heng said.

Ye Feipeng said: "Now we can only hide on this island for a while. When the storm passes, we will think of ways to leave here."

Everyone sighed, their faces full of confusion.

"It can only be like this. Fortunately, there are water sources and fruit trees on this island. We don't have to worry about food for a while." Su Changyu sighed.

The future is uncertain, and everyone is in a bad mood.

When night falls, they soon fall into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ye Feipeng suddenly felt something and woke up from his sleep.

He quietly came to the outside of the flying boat, and saw a ray of light coming from the sky and arriving in an instant.

The target was directly pointed at the flying boat under the cover.

"Oh no!" Ye Feipeng was shocked.

Before he could make any move, the ray of light had already descended in front of him.

"Help me in quickly..."

The person who came was the immortal cultivator who took them out of the world.

But at this moment, his body was bloody and his breath was weak, as if he was seriously injured.

But he was a foundation-building cultivator after all.

Ye Feipeng did not dare to act rashly, responded, and was about to step forward to help.

But the other party suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell forward to the ground.

Then he twitched a few times and stopped moving.

"Senior!" Ye Feipeng exclaimed suddenly.

At this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the sky above his head.

"Foundation-building cultivator Fan Li has been practicing Taoism for 165 years. He achieved the foundation of Taoism with the strange item [Dark Staff]. He fought with others in the sea of ​​clouds and was seriously injured and died."

"Now he is dead and his Taoism is gone, and he will return to the sky!"

The gorgeous scene was like fireworks, lighting up the sky.

Ye Feipeng was completely shocked by this sudden scene.

"Dead...?"

He was stunned.

He never thought that this cultivator named Fan Li, who had finally escaped a disaster, would die in front of him.

An ordinary bamboo staff slowly emerged beside him.

Looking at the body of this foundation-building cultivator, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Ye Feipeng's mind.

He held his breath and approached quietly.

When he came to the body, he was still for a long time.

After a while, he slowly squatted down, and with the light of the fireworks above his head, he quickly searched the corpse.

"What are you doing!"

In the quiet night, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ye Feipeng was startled and almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, he saw Xiao Heng looking at him in shock while he was touching the corpse.

"Shh!" Ye Feipeng couldn't help but make a gesture to silence him.

Xiao Heng also reacted at this time.

He came over and whispered: "How did this immortal master die?"

"I guess he fought with the man just now and both sides were injured. He finally flew here and couldn't hold on. He died like this." Ye Feipeng replied casually and continued to search the corpse.

"Why is there not even a storage ring?" After searching for a long time, he didn't find what he wanted.

Ye Feipeng couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Storage ring? Is this it?" Xiao Heng picked up a ring from the ground and asked.

There will be another chapter later