Chapter 15: The Ancestor Summons

  "A month and five days?" Zhang Heng looked at the symbol on the closed sign in surprise.

  A cultivator in the Qi Refining stage closing up for a month isn't something that would shock people, but if someone could enter stillness for a month like Zhang Heng and not be affected by anything, then it would raise suspicions.

  The Qi-refining stage is still within the category of low-level cultivators, and the gap with ordinary mortals is not large. It has not yet reached the level of Bigu. Generally, a Qi-refining stage cultivator who wants to close up for such a long time must prepare some Bigu Dan.

  Zhang Heng did not take a single elixir pill this time, but instead practiced for a whole month without any pause.

  He let out a small sigh, and Zhang Heng guessed that this was definitely the effect of the perverted skill, or perhaps it had something to do with the mysterious jade cylinder in his mind.

  At the same time as feeling a sense of regret, Zhang Heng did not dare to slack off and headed towards the place where his ancestors were.

  After walking out of his own courtyard, Zhang Heng found that the situation outside was different from usual.

  Because Zhang Heng lived in a place exclusively for inner disciples, it can be said that ninety percent of the inner disciples lived here, and a small number of female disciples lived elsewhere.

  At ordinary times, a considerable number of inner door disciples here are in seclusion. After all, they are all inner door disciples, and each one is an extraordinary talent. At ordinary times, no one will convince anyone else, and everything can only be measured by strength, so the competition is quite fierce. Therefore, not many inner door disciples can be met here.

  But today, Zhang Heng kept running into some inner sect disciples on the road, and he even met a disciple who had reached the Great Perfection of the Refining Qi stage. This person was called Yuwen Lin, who usually stayed in seclusion, yet somehow ended up meeting him on the road.

  "Yuwen Shixiong, where are you going?" Zhang Heng asked curiously, although Tang Feng's relationships with the people in the inner sect were not good, most people still recognized him.

  Yuwen Lin glanced at Zhang Heng with a hint of disdain in his eyes and said in a cold tone, "Go"

  Dutianbao

  If it were an ordinary inner disciple, they might not have dared to speak to Zhang Heng in such a tone. However, as the most likely candidate among the new generation of Feng Xing Gate disciples to reach the Foundation stage, Yuwen Lin simply didn't need to curry favor with Zhang Heng.

  Watching Yuwen Lin drive the Ling instrument away, Zhang Heng didn't feel any anger in his heart, but instead had a thoughtful expression. This Yuwen Lin didn't go into seclusion to impact the foundation period, but instead ran to "Dutian Fort", could it be that something is going to happen in the sect?

  Dutianbao is the nearest market town for cultivators to trade with each other, about a few hundred miles away from Fangyun Mountain.

  At this moment, a voice came: "Tang Shixiong, are you going to Dugu Fort? Why don't we travel together?"

  The newcomer was none other than Wu Ling, who had recently been recruited by the inner sect. He looked at Zhang Heng with a smile on his face.

  Zhang Heng asked in puzzlement: "Why must you also go to Dutiange Fort? What happened within the school?"

  Wu Ling's expression was strange as he looked at Zhang Heng and said in surprise, "You actually don't even know about the 'Fang Yun Gathering'?"

  "Hmm, I've been in seclusion recently and don't know much about what's going on outside."

  Wu Ling's expression suddenly changed to one of realization: "So that's how it is. But, Master, you're really something else. You actually closed up for a whole month, I suppose your cultivation has made significant progress?"

  Zhang Heng did not deny it, and indeed he had made progress, but on the surface he was still a cultivator in the early stages of refining his Qi. The other party would at most think that he had improved his cultivation somewhat. He nodded and said: "This time in seclusion I have gained some insight, but what is this Fang Yun gathering you spoke of?"

  "The three sects on Mount Fangyun will hold a competition for the third generation of disciples, and any disciple who enters the top three will receive a high-quality spiritual instrument. The first-place winner will also receive an additional Foundation Establishment Pill."

  Top-grade spiritual equipment? Foundation Establishment Pill? Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing these two things.

  To know, even ordinary foundation-building cultivators may not have a single top-grade spiritual artifact in their hands, yet this time Fang Yun's gathering actually brought out ten top-grade spiritual artifacts, and they were awarded to the third-generation disciples.

  As for the foundation-building pill, it is even more precious. Nowadays, the foundation-building pills that have fallen into the cultivation world can be said to be rare and few in number, most of which are controlled by those large sects. For loose cultivators or some small sects, the foundation-building pill is almost a legendary elixir.

  Ji Dan can greatly increase the chances of a cultivator breaking through to the foundation-building period during the Qi-refining period. For ordinary spiritual root holders, if they enter the Qi-refining period, their chances of successfully breaking through to the foundation-building period are about one in ten. However, once they take Ji Dan, their chances of success increase to about one-third. As for those with innate spiritual roots, as long as they have Ji Dan, it is almost a 100% guarantee that they will advance to the foundation-building period.

  It can be seen that this Zhu Ji Dan is against the sky, and this time Fang Yun's gathering actually brought out such a thing, this determination is really big. Zhang Heng thought to himself, this is probably not as simple as a trial meeting.

  After inquiring about Fang Yun's gathering with Ou Ling again, Zhang Heng arrived at his master's residence.

  Feng Xing Men has three ancestors, their cultivation is all above the late stage of foundation building, and they are all over a hundred years old, their cultivation is profound and immeasurable.

  As Feng Xing Men does not have any Dan-forming cultivators, the arrangement of generations is slightly different from that of Xian Yun Zong. In Feng Xing Men, Qi Gathering and Qi Refining belong to the third generation, Foundation Building Early Stage to Mid Stage belongs to the second generation, and Foundation Building Late Stage to Foundation Building Great Circle belongs to the first generation.

  In the ancient times of the Xian Tian realm, the Qi Gathering Phase and the Qi Refining Phase were both part of a single stage, classified under the Entry Phase. The term "entry" referred to those who were not yet considered true cultivators. As such, modern-day Xian Tian sects habitually group disciples in the Qi Gathering Phase and the Qi Refining Phase into the same generation.

  The ancestor behind Zhang Heng was surnamed Ouyang, as for his name, Zhang Heng didn't know either. Ancestor Ouyang could be said to be the oldest qualified ancestor in Feng Xing Gate, with an age of over 200 years.

  After arriving at the ancestral master's cave, Zhang Heng greeted the child outside the door and went in. This shows Zhang Heng's position in the heart of this ancestor. If it were someone else, not to mention a Qi-refining stage disciple, even a foundation-building stage uncle-disciple would not have such treatment.

  As soon as he entered the cave, Zhang Heng smelled a refreshing medicinal scent. He wasn't too surprised about this, as Ouyang Zun had planted many precious and rare flowers and herbs in this garden.

  As he walked through the garden, Zhang Heng couldn't help but pay attention to whether those spiritual grasses and strange flowers could be used for his own cultivation of the Deviant Technique.

  However, after observing for a while, Zhang Heng was slightly disappointed. The rare flowers and grasses in this garden were basically not suitable for him to use the "Transforming Skill" to refine. Because the Transforming Skill required heavenly materials and treasures that contained the essence of heaven and earth, and had been aged for over a thousand years, whereas the flowers and grasses in this medicine garden could hardly be considered as such, let alone being over a thousand years old.

  Before long, Zhang Heng walked up to a simple wooden hut and stood in front of it. He respectfully said, "Junior Tang Feng pays his respects to the Ancestor."

  "Cut the formalities, come on in." A hoarse voice came from inside the house, seemingly accompanied by a faint cough.

  Zhang Heng calmly walked into the wooden house, but his heart was very cautious. After all, he wasn't the real master of this flesh body, and maybe if he wasn't careful, he would reveal some flaws, especially since the person inside had lived for several hundred years.

  Walking into this wooden house, I found that the interior is very simple. The most eye-catching things are the black alchemy furnace and an old bookshelf. Apart from these, there's nothing else special.

  An old man with white whiskers and silver hair sat on a cushion inside the wooden house, his eyes closed as if he was cultivating some kind of skill, and purple mist could be seen rising from his head.

  Zhang Heng didn't rush to speak up and instead quietly waited on the side.

  After about half a stick of incense, Ou Yang's old ancestor spat out a mouthful of turbid air and finally cast his gaze on Zhang Heng's face. A pair of eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and at the same time, a sharp aura emanated from his body.

  The overwhelming pressure of the Great Perfection period descended upon Zhang Heng, causing him to gasp for breath, as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on his body.

  "Who are you? Why have you occupied his body?" Ou Yang's words were like a thunderbolt that struck Zhang Heng's chest.

  Zhang Heng's heart was shocked, how did this Ouyang old ancestor see through his own identity? Was he going to lose his life here?