Chapter 71 One Year

  In the face of a cultivation world where billions of years are counted, one year is truly insignificant, like a grain of sand in the long river of time. For some high-ranking cultivators, perhaps a single ordinary retreat would have already passed in a hurry for a hundred years.

  But a year's time can be a qualitative change for some people, and it is an opportunity for success in the long journey.

  Fang Yunshan's three factions struggled to get through this dull year in a state of oppression and silence. During this time, Fang Yunshan's three factions were all under house arrest, and no one was allowed to enter or leave easily.

  But all this has little impact on the lower disciples, who still practice in seclusion and pursue their own path to longevity.

  With a few calm and composed, Wu Ling walked out of his own house, his eyes that were not surprised by honor or shame made people believe that there was nothing in this world that could make him move.

  From the moment he pushed open the door of the house, a hint of excitement flashed in Wu Ling's eyes, but it was just a ripple that rose for an instant on the calm lake.

  Walking among the residential areas of the inner disciples, Wu Ling seemed like a person unrelated to this place, walking straight towards his destination.

  On their way, some of the inner disciples looked at Wu Ling with a hint of shock in their eyes.

  That's right, in this short period of one year, Wu Ling's cultivation has reached the late stage of Qi Refining!

  Wu Ling's mouth corners drew a faint smile, and he didn't conceal his own strength at all. The purpose of this trip was naturally to find that senior brother with whom he had a complicated relationship.

  A year's time, I wonder if he has made some progress too? Wu Ling thought to himself.

  He knew in his heart that Zhang Heng must have had some encounter during a certain period of time last year, but he wouldn't ask about the other person's secrets either...

  He soon arrived at Zhang Heng's residence.

  The gate was open, and Wu Ling hesitated for a moment before walking in.

  After entering the courtyard, Wu Ling could still see a large character-shaped recessed slot on a certain section of the wall. His face couldn't help but have a few strands of bitter smile, and he certainly wouldn't forget that time when Zhang Heng punched him flying.

  Zhang Heng's freakish physical transformation was something that Wu Ling would never forget, and thinking about it made him look forward to seeing Zhang Heng in the house even more.

  He knew that Zhang Heng's strength absolutely could not be measured by his own cultivation.

  There was a closed sign hanging at the door, which made Wu Ling somewhat astonished.

  The Lidongfu is about to open in just a few days, and Zhang Heng is still in seclusion!

  Just as Wu Ling was pondering whether or not to disturb Zhang Heng inside the house, a faint voice came out:

  "Please come in, young master."

  Wu Ling's heart skipped a beat, the person speaking was definitely Zhang Heng, but there was an irresistible magical power in his tone that made him unknowingly follow the other's will.

  The doors opened by themselves without any wind, and Wu Ling didn't dawdle. He quickly walked to the practice room that belonged to Zhang Heng.

  This is a very simply decorated practice room. In the center of the house, Zhang Heng sat on a meditation cushion with his eyes still closed.

  Seeing Wu Ling come in, Zhang Heng didn't greet him and sat down. After a moment of silence, Zhang Heng finally opened his eyes.

  A formless lightning flashed through the empty room, a faint sense of oppression disappeared in an instant, and Zhang Heng's eyes returned to their usual calmness. He looked at Wu Ling walking into the house and smiled lightly: "Don't mind, younger brother, I just ended my closed-door training."

  Wu Ling didn't make a sound, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Heng, as if sizing up a monster. After a long time, he let out a sigh and said: "Brother's strength has exceeded my expectations, reaching the late stage of Qi Refining in just one year, this is truly a miracle."

  Zhang Heng chuckled: "Junior brother, are you mocking me for being too incompetent? Didn't you also enter the late stage of Qi Refining?"

  As an ordinary spiritual root holder like Zhang Heng, he was able to break through two small boundaries in less than a year, which was really beyond Wu Ling's expectations.

  "But I believe, senior brother, you are absolutely not as simple as a late-stage Qi Refiner."

  Wu Ling's eyes held a few threads of deep meaning.

  "Haha, you're quite something yourself, young apprentice."

  The two of them gazed at each other in mid-air for a moment before bursting into loud laughter.

  "In that case, if the two of us join forces in the cave, our chances of success will increase several times over. I'm really looking forward to seeing those old freaks return empty-handed..." As he spoke, Ou Ling's eyes held a hint of self-confidence.

  Zhang Heng was slightly stunned, but quickly recovered. He hadn't expected Ou Ling to be just as confident as himself.

  In just a short year's time, no one knew what kind of progress Zhang Heng had made, and even Zhang Heng himself was unclear about how strong he currently was.

  But he now has the confidence to kill a foundation-building cultivator!

  In this year's time, Zhang Heng constantly refined that mysterious fragment. Although the refining speed was not satisfactory, it could also roughly allow Zhang Heng's abnormal work to be promoted to a realm close to one layer of great accomplishment.

  As the mysterious fragment said, even if Zhang Heng burned silver flames on this fragment for a year, its volume did not change at all.

  It can be confirmed that this mysterious fragment is indeed a broken world. Zhang Heng has already deeply believed in this point.

  Furthermore, the large number of Supplementing Spirit Pills given to him by Ou Yang Senior were all refined by Zhang Heng, and these pills themselves contained a considerable amount of heavenly and earthly essence, even surpassing Zhang Heng's expectations.

  With the help of these two, Zhang Heng entered a realm of great perfection unimpeded!

  So smoothly entering the first layer of transformation, Zhang Heng also felt quite surprised.

  While cultivating the abnormal skill, Zhang Heng also cultivated a set of wind-based skills, which was not difficult and gave Zhang Heng an extra trump card to save his life.

  Practicing this Wind Movement Technique can gather the breath on one's body, allowing for stealth and concealment, with an excellent effect, truly worthy of being the ultimate technique of the Wind Movement School.

  Of course, practicing the Wind Movement skill was not Zhang Heng's focus.

  Zhang Heng's focus is on how to utilize the advantages of his own Deviated Cultivation, and how to bring out the might of Lian Yu Ling Qi and Void Flame.

  Through various means to enhance their own strength, this is what Zhang Heng wants to do.

  It's okay, in this regard, Zhang Heng has also achieved some results, and he is waiting to show off his skills in the Blood Kill Cave Mansion.

  As for the formation plate obtained from Du Tianbao, Zhang Heng had also studied it. In fact, the effect of this formation plate was indeed satisfactory.

  "Doesn't Brother know why I've come here to discuss something?" Zhang Heng asked unintentionally.

  Wu Ling sank into thought for a moment before saying to Zhang Heng, "Although we haven't entered the cave yet, I've already made an educated guess in my mind. This Blood Kill Cave might impose some restrictions on certain magical tools and artifacts."

  "Restrictions? Haven't the cultivators' cultivation already been restricted? Are you referring to something like talismans?" Zhang Heng first spoke with a hint of puzzlement, then suddenly enlightened.

  "Hmm, think about it, if a Qi Refining stage cultivator has a large number of third or even fourth-grade talismans in their hands, wouldn't they be invincible once they enter the cave? In that case, why would there be a need to restrict the cultivators' cultivation when entering the cave?" Wu Ling said with a smile.

  Zhang Heng nodded: "Indeed, those old monsters in the Yuan Ying period should be able to take out quite a few third and fourth grade talismans. This path is definitely not feasible. Perhaps some restrictions will also be made in other similar aspects."

  "Since I gave you some third-class talismans last time, I'll remind you here so that you won't make a big mistake at the critical moment." Wu Ling said with a sincere expression.

  "Thanks for reminding me, brother, but even without the seal, it won't do any harm to our plan." Zhang Heng's tone was filled with confidence.

  Wu Ling was very satisfied with Zhang Heng's confidence, but reminded him: "However, caution is indispensable at any time. Perhaps a moment of carelessness will cost you your life."

  Zhang Heng also understood that Wu Ling was right and hastily agreed.

  "Moreover, this time after entering the cave, we may face cultivators in the foundation building period." Wu Ling's expression was slightly solemn.

  Foundation stage cultivator? Zhang Heng was slightly taken aback, although he wasn't afraid of Foundation stage cultivators now, but after all, they were one level higher than him, and he couldn't help but feel some apprehension.