Cultivating To Immortality

After visiting the official shops, Fang Hong followed the directions of passersby and arrived at the city's trade street.

As soon as he stepped onto the street, he saw small stalls of varying sizes lining the entire street, with cultivators of all kinds standing around them, coming and going, creating a lively atmosphere.

This scene was so familiar that it instantly reminded Fang Hong of his old days, selling talismans from a stall to earn spirit stones.

At that time, he was just a small cultivator in the Qi Refinement Stage who had just entered the Immortal Realm, guarding a small stall, promoting the elementary talismans he drew, and was happy for every spirit stone he earned.

Now, he was already a True Immortal of the seventh layer.

Fang Hong did not lack Immortal Stones now, so he had no intention of setting up a stall, but out of curiosity, he still walked into the trade street to look around.

In places like the trade street, cultivators often sold good items as ordinary objects, so it was possible to find a bargain.

The stalls on the trade street were mostly run by Loose Cultivators, and the goods sold were also relatively common, far inferior to those in official shops.

But these items had the advantage of being cheap, always attracting many low-level cultivators with shallow pockets to trade and haggle.

Fang Hong slowly strolled through the crowd, his gaze casually sweeping over the stalls on both sides, hoping to come across something good.

Suddenly, he saw a stall ahead surrounded by many people, their discussions audible from afar, making it much livelier than other stalls.

"So many people gathered, could there be something good?" Fang Hong wondered, quickening his steps towards that stall.

As he approached, he found that the stall owner was a burly man in blue, with a robust physique and a steady, profound aura, having clearly reached the True Immortal tenth layer realm.

What surprised Fang Hong even more was the two yellow talisman papers laid out on the stall; these were surprisingly third-grade Immortal talismans.

No wonder they attracted so many cultivators to watch; third-grade Immortal talismans were rarely seen on ordinary days.

The power of a third-grade Immortal talisman was considerable; when activated, it was enough to severely injure a cultivator at the True Immortal Perfection realm.

For those low-level True Immortals, holding a third-grade Immortal talisman was equivalent to having an extra, solid life-saving trump card, which might save their lives at a critical moment.

Fang Hong was secretly delighted; he could buy them back to study, and perhaps comprehend the talisman within, thereby deducing the drawing method of this talisman.

At this moment, the burly man in blue, seeing that most of the onlookers had arrived, began to introduce.

"Everyone, this third-grade Immortal talisman is called the Ice Serpent talisman, an ice-attribute offensive talisman."

"After activation, it can instantly transform into hundreds of incomparably sharp ice serpents, which are not only fast but also carry bone-chilling cold poison; even a True Immortal Perfection Cultivator struck by one will be severely crippled if not killed."

As he spoke, he injected a trace of Immortal Qi, and the talisman paper immediately glowed with a layer of white frost, causing a stir among the surrounding cultivators.

Then, the stall owner announced the price.

"Ice Serpent talisman, each priced at ten thousand Immortal Stones."

"Ten thousand? That's too expensive."

"Fellow Daoist, will you sell it for five thousand Immortal Stones?"

"Five thousand? Fellow Daoist, are you joking? This is a genuine third-grade Immortal talisman, not waste paper from a roadside stall."

"Don't say five thousand, I won't sell for a single Immortal Stone less than ten thousand; those who find it expensive can leave, there are plenty of others who know its worth."

The burly man in blue rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Many cultivators around haggled with the stall owner, one after another.

Ten thousand Immortal Stones was indeed a considerable fortune for most low-level True Immortals, something they simply couldn't afford.

But for Fang Hong, it was manageable; he had scoured nearly one hundred thousand Immortal Stones during his recent training in the Silver Moon Mountains.

Seeing that the stall owner had no intention of lowering the price, many cultivators could only walk away helplessly.

When most of the cultivators had left, Fang Hong stepped forward and directly said.

"I want two of these Ice Serpent talismans."

After speaking, he took out a storage bag and placed it on the stall.

"Two? Hehe, Fellow Daoist is generous. These two talismans are yours."

After checking the storage bag, the burly man in blue immediately showed Fang Hong a friendly smile and handed him the talismans with both hands.

Fang Hong accepted the talismans and casually asked, "Besides the Ice Serpent talisman, do you have other types of third-grade Immortal talismans here? If so, I'd like to buy two more."

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist, I only have the Ice Serpent talisman left. If it weren't for my urgent need for Immortal Stones recently, I wouldn't even want to sell these two talismans," the burly man in blue shook his head regretfully.

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong said nothing more and turned to leave.

As Fang Hong walked away, the burly man in blue smiled, then took out two more Ice Serpent talismans and placed them on the stall, continuing his business.

Fang Hong spent another half an hour browsing the trade street, looking through all the remaining stalls, most of which contained ordinary items.

After confirming there was nothing worth acquiring, he turned and left the bustling trade street.

Fang Hong rented a small cultivation courtyard in the city and planted the newly purchased immortal herb seeds in his years pearl.

Next, Fang Hong stayed in his Immortal Cave, waiting for the start of the entrance examination while studying the newly acquired third-grade Ice Serpent talisman, striving to replicate it as soon as possible.

Time passed quickly; ten days went by in a flash.

Fang Hong walked out of the cultivation courtyard and flew to the East Square.

In these ten days, Fang Hong had a new harvest; he had successfully replicated the Ice Serpent talisman.

However, due to time constraints, he only drew eight thousand, which should be enough for a while.

When Fang Hong arrived at the East Square, a large number of cultivators who came to participate in the assessment had already gathered there, a dense crowd of about eight hundred people by estimation.

Fang Hong subtly scanned the area; these people had varying levels of cultivation, with over twenty reaching the True Immortal Perfection realm, nearly a hundred at the True Immortal eighth or ninth layers, and most of the rest being True Immortal sixth or seventh layer cultivators.

Fang Hong did not go forward to chat with anyone but quietly walked to a corner at the edge of the crowd and stood there, waiting for the assessment to begin.

The Golden Immortal Elder from the Eastern Luo Sect responsible for the assessment had already arrived; he sat cross-legged in mid-air, eyes closed in meditation, oblivious to the surrounding commotion.

After waiting for a full hour, the number of participants in the assessment increased from eight hundred to one thousand.

Just then, the Golden Immortal Elder in mid-air finally stirred.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, and the originally noisy square instantly fell silent.

Immediately after, the Golden Immortal Elder waved his hand, and a palm-sized black palace flew out from his sleeve.

As soon as that miniature palace flew out, it rapidly expanded in the air, transforming into a majestic palace nearly ten zhang wide and high in the blink of an eye.

The palace was entirely black, with a huge beast-mouth gate in the center, looking both imposing and eerie.

This was the location of this entrance assessment—the Demon Suppression Hall.

The Eastern Luo Sect Elder made hand seals and sent a ray of light towards the palace gate; soon, the palace gate gradually transformed into a spatial teleportation passage.

Fang Hong looked at the palace; this Demon Suppression Hall was clearly a spatial Immortal Artifact.

Judging from the spatial fluctuations it emitted, its grade was at least fifth-grade, and it certainly contained its own universe within.

"The entrance assessment begins now." The Eastern Luo Sect Elder said briefly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Everyone flew into the teleportation gate one after another, and Fang Hong also followed the crowd, passing through the teleportation gate.