Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 3

Ten days later, Caixia Mountain.

A large carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The entire carriage was painted black and shiny, and it was driven by four unusual yellow steeds.

Soon, two middle-aged men got off the carriage.

One person is gentle and elegant with a bit of bookishness; the other person is as beautiful as a tree in the wind, with a handsome face that fascinates thousands of girls.

It was Wang Juechu and Mo Fan who had rushed back from Qingzhou.

"Disciple has met Master Wang!" The disciples guarding the mountain on the side saluted after seeing Wang Juechu.

In response to the disciples' salutes, Wang Juechu nodded slightly, then turned to Mo Fan and said:
"Brother Mo, please!"

"Please!" Mo Fan followed Wang Juechu up the mountain.

At this time, it was evening, and a vast expanse of colorful sunset glow stretched endlessly in the west. A group of unnamed birds and beasts passed by together, and there were birdsong, which made Mo Fan marvel.

"Brother Mo, isn't the view of my Qixuanmen pretty good?" Wang Juechu said with a slightly smug smile.

"Not bad! It's really like the falling clouds and the solitary swan flying together. The only slight drawback is that it lacks a little water." Mo Fan praised.

"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together." Wang Juechu muttered and was surprised.

"Brother Mo is so talented!"

"It's ridiculous, I just saw it in ancient literature."

……

The two of them walked up the mountain while chatting.

……

a few days later.

When the last batch of Qixuanmen disciples left, Mo Fan was the only one left in the Divine Hand Valley.

Looking at the lush green valleys full of life around him, Mo Fan was very satisfied.

There is strength in numbers! In just a few days, a small valley full of green plants has taken on a new look.

Not only were several houses built, but even the medicinal fields nearby were cultivated.

Mo Fan returned to the room, took out the Changchun Gong that he had never had time to watch, and began to study it carefully.

This sight made him fall in completely.

As he inherited Mo Juren's memory, he was already familiar with the acupuncture points in his body, and he could soon start practicing according to the formulas described in Changchun Gong.

Running over and over again, there was no response at the beginning, but as time passed, Mo Fan gradually sensed something.

He sensed a trace of extremely weak energy, which must be the aura in the air.

This trace of spiritual energy entered his meridians through the pores of his skin.

Follow the formula and move slowly.

But as he felt happy and his emotions fluctuated, he immediately woke up from his trance.

And the spiritual energy that was finally introduced into the body drifted out again.

……

Just like that, time passed day by day.

On the first day, it was difficult for Mo Fan to even enter concentration, let alone follow the formula for a week.

The next day, his meditation time became much longer.

On the third day, the time to enter concentration can almost guarantee that the formula will run for a whole week.

……

On the tenth day, he finally successfully completed a complete cycle, and the first ray of mana was produced in his body.

This indicates that he has officially become an immortal cultivator!
With the previous foundation, Mo Fan is making rapid progress every day.

Twenty days later, which was the first month of his formal learning of Changchun Gong, he finally managed to perform seven consecutive heavenly movements.The non-stop practice in the past month has made the magic power in his body much thicker, and it is thicker than ordinary hair.

Mo Fan was still very satisfied with this.

Compared with the time it took Han Li to cultivate so much magic power for half a year, he felt that giving him another month would be enough.

After all, he is also a true spiritual root with a mixture of three attributes, which is much better than Han Li's four-system pseudo-spiritual root.

After finishing today's meditation practice, Mo Fan stood up and stretched his muscles and walked towards the woods at the outer gate of the valley.

In the past month, he has not spent all his time practicing, nor can he practice for that long.

Every day, he would spend a certain amount of time trying his luck in the woods.

See if you can find the Palm Sky Bottle in advance.

Although in front of his golden finger, the Palm Palm Vase is just like that, but now he still needs the Palm Palm Vase.

He can extract other people's magic power through golden fingers, provided that the corpse of an immortal cultivator is given to him.

He was a little guy who had just entered the first level of Qi Refining. Where could he get the corpse of an immortal cultivator?

Being able to pick up Yu Zitong's body was considered lucky.

I still want to pick one up, maybe I can send it in when the time comes.

Without a certain ability to protect himself, he would definitely not leave the God's Hand Valley.

Going on an adventure on your own?That is impossible.

Don't make a good start with Tianhu, and end up being wasted by yourself.

He very much recognized what a certain gangster anchor on Earth said:

"I'd rather do nothing than make a mistake."

Gou!You will have everything you need until the end.

Mo Fan warned himself in his mind while using a wooden stick to sweep through the thick fallen leaves.

"Tap!~"

In the quiet woods, there was a sudden sound of a wooden stick hitting a hard object.

Hearing the sound, Mo Fan quickly opened the fallen leaves, and soon a bottle mouth was exposed.

With a happy expression on his face, Mo Fan pried open the surrounding soil and took a bottle wrapped in yellow mud in his hand.

Rubbing the yellow mud off the bottle with his sleeve, a green bottle appeared in front of Mo Fan.

Exactly as described in the original book, the bottle has some exquisite dark green leaf-like patterns, and the top is tightly covered by a small bottle cap.

"Heaven Palm Bottle! Hahaha~" Looking at the Sky Palm Bottle in his hand, Mo Fan laughed heartily.

Suddenly, the birds in the woods were startled by his laughter and flew into the distance.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Mo Fan took the Palm Sky Bottle and headed towards the God's Hand Valley.

Time turned and it was night.

There was no cloudy sky that Mo Fan was worried about. A bright moon hung high in the sky, with stars twinkling all around.

He held the Heaven Palm Bottle and carefully placed it on a spacious stone table.

After putting it away for a while, traces of white light visible to the naked eye began to appear around the Palm Sky Bottle. These rays of light continued to pour into the Palm Sky Bottle, forming white light spots on its surface.

As time went by, the white light gathered more and more, and countless white light spots appeared densely around the Zhangtian bottle, forming a huge light group.

Witnessing such a magical scene for the first time, Mo Fan was extremely excited.

In order to prevent others from discovering him, he stayed nearby without taking a step away. He was not sleepy until the sky began to turn white.

After the last ray of white light dissipated, Mo Fan grabbed the Palm Sky Bottle, put it in his arms, and walked to the room.

Seeing that he had obtained the Zhangtian Bottle, after having breakfast, Mo Fan called several Qixuanmen disciples and ordered them to go down the mountain to buy a batch of medicinal materials and seeds for refining Huanglong Dan and Golden Marrow Pills.

The disciples who were ordered did not doubt him, because Mo Fan had proven his medical skills by curing several elders with stubborn illnesses in the past month.

(End of this chapter)