Cultivating To Immortality

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in gray robes, a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator.

Fang Hong's gaze swept over the young seedlings one by one, and when he saw the jade basin in the furthest corner, his pupils slightly contracted.

What was planted inside was actually a Dragon Power Fruit young seedling.

This young seedling was only palm-high, with a light golden stem, exactly the Dragon Power Fruit young seedling he had seen in ancient texts.

The Dragon Power Fruit was a rare miraculous fruit in the world; after consumption, it could directly temper muscles, bones, and flesh, causing a cultivator's physical body strength to surge several times over, making it a spirit fruit that Body Cultivators dreamed of.

It was just a pity that the Dragon Power Fruit tree had too long a growth cycle; it was said to take three thousand years to bear mature fruit, making it extremely difficult to encounter a mature Dragon Power Fruit tree.

What moved Fang Hong even more was that he had seen a record in an ancient text.

If a Dragon Power Fruit tree was watered with Dragon Blood, it could break through its own limits, grow for tens of thousands of years, and the ten-thousand year Dragon Power Fruit it bore would be even more miraculous.

It was said that consuming a ten-thousand year Dragon Power Fruit to temper the physical body could allow a Cultivator to obtain terrifying strength comparable to a True Dragon.

The gray-robed middle-aged man was only a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator, and the young seedling was of no use in his hands.

Because he couldn't spend such a long time cultivating a Dragon Power Fruit tree, exchanging it for other materials was the best choice.

As for the growth cycle problem, it was no difficulty for Fang Hong at all, because he had the guangyin stele in hand.

As long as the Dragon Power Fruit young seedling was planted in the guangyin stele's space, with the help of the time flow rate inside, this problem could be easily solved.

If the guangyin stele's Divine Power could be fully utilized, it would only take ten years to cultivate a mature Dragon Power Fruit tree.

Even to cultivate a ten-thousand year Dragon Power Fruit tree, it would only take thirty years.

Thirty years, for Fang Hong, presented no lifespan pressure at all.

Therefore, Fang Hong was determined to obtain this Dragon Power Fruit young seedling.

With it, he would have a continuous supply of Dragon Power Fruit to eat in the future, and his physical body strength would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Fang Hong quickened his pace and walked towards that stall.

He noticed that several cultivators had already gathered in front of the stall, pointing at the young seedlings, and one of them was staring at the Dragon Power Fruit young seedling, seemingly also tempted.

He couldn't let other cultivators snatch the Dragon Power Fruit young seedling.

Fang Hong arrived in front of the stall, exuding the aura of a Divine Transformation Early Stage Cultivator.

Those several Nascent Soul Cultivators, upon sensing Fang Hong's aura, their expressions changed drastically, revealing respectful looks, and then they tactfully retreated to the side, voluntarily clearing a path.

The gray-robed stall owner was also startled by this aura, and seeing Fang Hong's arrival, he quickly stood up and bowed, his tone respectful.

"Senior's presence honors us; I wonder which young seedling you have taken a fancy to? Please feel free to choose."

"This one, this one, and this one. What do you need to exchange for them?"

Fang Hong pointed at several young seedlings at once, including the Dragon Power Fruit young seedling.

"If senior could bestow some medicinal pills to improve cultivation, or spirit pills to extend lifespan, this Junior would be endlessly grateful," the gray-robed stall owner said with a face full of anticipation.

Fang Hong, as before, unhurriedly took out a jade bottle from his storage bag and handed it to the gray-robed stall owner.

The gray-robed stall owner, seeing this, quickly took the jade bottle with both hands and impatiently pulled out the stopper.

Inside was a red spirit pill, and a pure spiritual energy rushed out, making his eyes light up.

This dense spiritual energy was sensed by the several Nascent Soul Cultivators nearby, who all cast eager glances, very envious.

The gray-robed stall owner's heart tightened, fearing that others would covet it, and quickly closed the bottle cap.

Fang Hong looked at his appearance, but said nothing more, only asking faintly.

"This spirit pill should be enough to exchange for these young seedlings, right?"

"Enough, enough. If senior likes them, it's fine to take a few more, entirely up to senior's will."

The gray-robed stall owner nodded repeatedly, a smile on his face.

He knew in his heart that the value of this spirit pill far exceeded these young seedlings by several times, and he had already gained a huge advantage.

Fang Hong said no more, carefully put away the young seedlings he had chosen, turned around, and left, continuing to walk forward.

The spirit pill he had just given was a ninth-grade spirit pill, and the pure spiritual energy it contained was enough to support that gray-robed stall owner in breaking through the Nascent Soul Late Stage bottleneck, helping him advance a step further.

Fang Hong continued to stroll on the second floor, his gaze sweeping over the various stalls, searching for things useful to him.

After wandering for about another stick of incense, the crowd gathered in front of a stall ahead caught Fang Hong's attention.

He slowly walked forward, only to see a Black-robed Old Man sitting behind the stall, faintly exuding the aura of a Divine Transformation peak Cultivator, and on the stall were mostly artifact refining materials.

At this time, a middle-aged man in blue clothes was standing in front of the stall, a Divine Transformation Middle Stage Cultivator.

He was discussing something with the Black-robed Old Man, and the subject of their discussion was a dark, root-like object.

When Fang Hong's gaze fell on that tree root, his eyebrows raised, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart.

On the surface of the tree root, purple electric arcs occasionally flickered and moved, faintly exuding demonic aura.

If he was not mistaken, these purple electric arcs were very likely the legendary Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning.

Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning usually originated from the ten-thousand year yin-underworld tree.

This lightning was extremely Yin and evil, exactly opposite to the Evil-repelling divine thunder he cultivated; it was also a powerful Divine Lightning, and its destructive power ranked among the world's Divine Lightning.

Thus, this dark tree root was very likely the root of a ten-thousand year yin-underworld tree.

The yin-underworld tree had a peculiar nature, generally only found in places of extreme Yin and evil; he truly didn't know where this Black-robed Old Man had found such a rare item.

Fang Hong was now greatly interested in this tree root.

He could feel that there was still a faint trace of activity within the tree root.

If it were planted in the guangyin stele, with the guangyin stele's accelerated time, it might truly be possible to cultivate a ten-thousand year yin-underworld tree.

By then, he would be able to refine Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning, adding another means to his arsenal, and he would be more confident in facing future dangers.

"One thousand spirit stones, will you sell this tree root?" The blue-clothed middle-aged man seemed a bit impatient, and opened his mouth to haggle with the Black-robed Old Man.

Fang Hong saw all of this and understood in his heart.

The blue-clothed middle-aged man faintly had lightning-attribute spiritual energy fluctuations on him, so he must have cultivated a lightning-attribute cultivation technique.

He wanted to use the power of Yin-Underworld Divine Lightning to improve his lightning Dao, which was why he was so persistent about this tree root.

"No sale, no sale. This old man is not short of spirit stones; I only want some medicinal pills that can help me break through my bottleneck." The Black-robed Old Man shook his head firmly, directly rejecting the offer.