Chen Pingping said indifferently.

Tianyan Continent and Haoyuhai may be separated by several large cultivation worlds.

The secret involved Jin Zhu, and he had to investigate it himself.

Seeing that Chen Ping remained silent, Feng Tianyu stopped pushing him and sighed: "In the history of the Fancang Sea Region, the last human race's god-transforming monk appeared 13,500 years ago."

"If that senior hadn't broken through to a higher realm, he would have been dead for who knows how many years."

"After all, in the Divine Transformation Realm, one only has a lifespan of about eight thousand years."

After hearing this, Chen Ping's breathing stagnated and his face became slightly ugly.

His previous thoughts were too optimistic.

For now, there are more than a dozen Nascent Soul Dzogchen in the entire Fancang Sea.

Aren't there at least hundreds or thousands of new and old Nascent Soul cultivators in the past ten thousand years?

But even with such a huge base, they have not been able to produce a single god.

The difficulty of that step is evident.

The body of a god in the illusion of a thousand years of inner demons is becoming more and more ridiculous.

"Friend Feng Dao has a bitter spiritual root, so he has great hope."

Chen Ping cupped his fists and saluted, and said sincerely: "At that time, fellow Taoist, don't forget to support Chen."

"Brother Chen, if you are willing to help me practice, everything will be easy."

The bamboo pole in his hand jumped violently, Feng Tianyu flicked his arm and pulled up a second-level fat-headed demon fish.

This fish reigns supreme in shallow seas.

But once it falls into the hands of a Jindan monk, it is no different from tofu.

Using spiritual power to restrain the fat-headed fish, Feng Tianyu slowly sprinkled it with salt and vinegar and cooked it. He said with a smile on his face: "I need at least three thousand silk golden elixir energy."

"What!"

Chen Ping's eyes widened and his face darkened.

The energy of the golden elixir is the special "spiritual energy" produced independently by the golden elixir in the Dantian.

This energy has extraordinary magical effects.

It can warm up magic weapons and increase the damage of spells.

It usually takes half a month to condense a thread.

Three thousand silks, doesn’t it mean one hundred and forty or fifty years?

This is not counting his daily consumption.

Feng Tianyu regarded him as a special furnace.

"Brother Chen, calm down."

Scratching the tip of his nose in embarrassment, Feng Tianyu said in a negotiating tone: "We can discuss it, and we will take six hundred silks each time for a period of fifty years."

After thinking for a long time with a struggling look on his face, Chen Ping agreed as if he was resigned to his fate after Feng Tianyu presented him with another simple token.

This transaction was actually a sure profit for him.

At the beginning of the Jindan promotion, there are thousands of elixir energy in the body.

Taking 600 silk pieces every fifty years is not an exchange that requires a lot of effort.

"Friend Feng Daoist will break into Nascent Soul in the future, so you have to pave the way for Chen."

Chen Ping still felt unwilling, bitter and admiring.

"Of course, you are the only body-stealing monk I have encountered in my third life. If you are able, you will definitely lend a helping hand to your fellow Taoist. Your Nascent Soul Qi is the most important thing."

For a moment, Feng Tianyu beamed with joy and said: "However, fellow Taoist's heels are not weaker than Feng's, so it is not a foolish dream to enter Nascent Soul before me."

"In my previous life, I was just a fake elixir!"

Chen Ping wailed in his heart and rolled his eyes fiercely.

"Brother Chen, please pour the elixir energy into the sutra-sealing bottle."

Handing over a small bottle with both hands, Feng Tianyu said excitedly.

"What is the method of the third life of the bitter spirit root?"

After receiving the sutra-sealing bottle, Chen Ping did not follow what he said and said coldly: "Practice in front of me."

This is not because he is suspicious.

Although the energy of the golden elixir is different from the essence, blood, and soul, it has never been heard that the elixir energy can be used as a medium to perform magic secrets.

But there are so many unbelievable things in the world of cultivation. Even if you have experienced the root of suffering in three lives and three lives, what else is impossible?

"That's how it should be."

Feng Tianyu nodded magnanimously, put his hands together and trembled slightly, and eight groups of different spiritual powers floated in front of him.

It is the spiritual power of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, plus the three mutant spiritual powers of wind, thunder, and ice!

One person combines eight attributes of aura into one?

Chen Ping was completely dumbfounded, and the palms behind his back were trembling.

"Brother Chen, please give me some golden elixir energy first."

Turning a blind eye to his reaction, Feng Tianyu said politely.

…

An hour later.

That trace of golden elixir energy was refined by Feng Tianyu.

As expected, the aura of the Eight Spirit Balls was slightly stronger.

"You are really like a monster."

After holding it in for a long time, Chen Ping said in a hoarse voice.

Aren’t the three skills of the Bitter Spirit Root equivalent to the demon clan’s innate magical powers?

So will other special spiritual roots have similar mysteries?

Suddenly, Chen Ping had a huge complaint about his physical qualifications.

…

After the two reached a consensus, they quickly carried out the transaction.

Feng Tianyu got a full bottle of golden elixir energy.

Chen Ping, on the other hand, unceremoniously took away the cultivation elixirs, top-quality fire spirit stones, and personal formations.

The two continued chatting for half an hour, then divided the roasted golden and fragrant fish.

"Brother Chen, please take care of yourself. I am still counting on your Nascent Soul energy to help me practice."

After Feng Tianyu finished speaking, he said goodbye and left.

Judging from his flight route, it was not in the direction of Fuyou City.

When Feng Tianyu went to the Hongyan Palace incognito before, he did not deliberately wait for Chen Ping.

But to find junior sister Zuo Cangxing.

However, the palace owner Yu Suoxin told him that Zuo Cangxing left the Hongyan Palace several years ago.

The two brothers and sisters had a very good relationship on weekdays, and Feng Tianyu knew very well that Zuo Cangxing had a playful temperament.

So, he planned to go to Tianshou Island to try his luck.

…

Chen Ping was floating alone on the sea with a faint smile on his face.

After the bunch of purple blades disappeared from the observation range of his spiritual consciousness, his expression suddenly changed.

He is an old monster who has lived for three lifetimes, and he is just a fake powerful person.

There must be no flaws in every word or action. The high intensity of concentration made him mentally and physically exhausted.

"Fortunately, I am not at a loss either."

Chen Ping muttered and weighed the wooden sign in his hand.

This inconspicuous thing was the fundamental reason for his happy transaction.

Feng Tianyu’s present grandfather’s token!

That monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul was one of the ancestors of the Phaseless Formation Sect.

Feng Tianyu used secret techniques to integrate his essence and blood into the token.

Now, he can activate this thing at any time.

But this token has no defensive or offensive effect.

After activation, a trace of Nascent Soul's breath will be released.
To be continued...