Accustomed to taking spiritual medicines for cultivation, without the aid of pills, his cultivation progress was slow. Having experienced rapid cultivation speed, making him sit and cultivate honestly using ordinary methods again, the slow progress was unbearable. However, the cultivation of the Qian Earth Skill was also much more difficult than during the Qi Refining stage. Although he had the aid of pills, in five years, the second level of the Qian Earth Skill had only progressed to about one-third. Admittedly, half of this time was spent cultivating the Profound Soul Refinement Demon Art, but this rate of progress still worried him. At this rate, breaking through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment would take at least ten years. Moreover, the further he cultivated, the more difficult it would become, and bottlenecks would appear during the cultivation process. With his aptitude, the chances of breaking through to the Golden Core stage in his lifetime were slim. This is the current situation for most Foundation Establishment cultivators, and he was unwilling to accept it. After stopping his cultivation, he took out the spiritual medicines he had accumulated over the years and began refining pills again. However, an event a few days later disrupted his cultivation plan. On this day, several loud bell rings echoed throughout the sect. The disciples who heard the bell, without exception, changed their expressions. Dang... Dang! At this moment inside the cave, Zhang Ling was urging his true essence, and a yellow flame emerged from his hand. A delicate pill furnace slowly rotated within it, and wisps of spiritual power emanated from it.
Suddenly, he heard a melodious and resonant bell sound, Zhang Ling frowned, and the innate true fire in his hand became unstable. Boom! Then a muffled sound came from the pill furnace in his hand, and a stream of black gas floated out. 'Damn it,' Zhang Ling cursed inwardly, this Chongyuan Pill had failed to refine. Although it was just a pill, it was extremely precious. Even if it was given to other cultivators who practiced earth-attribute techniques, it would still be a top-grade pill. This one was worth at least forty to fifty spirit stones. This loss was not small, and Zhang Ling's mood was naturally not good. Looking at the charred spiritual medicine residue in the pill furnace, he sighed. His own alchemy skills actually relied on feeding a large amount of good medicine. His talent in this path was not good, and he could only be considered mediocre. Therefore, he refined pills one by one. This not only reduced losses but also allowed him to focus more on observing the changes during the alchemy process. He had tried refining several Qi Gathering Pills at the same time before, but to his disappointment, although he controlled it well, only two or three pills were successfully produced in the end. Therefore, he also consulted a lot of alchemy-related books and found the answer. This was because even for the same batch of pills, although the types of spiritual medicine were the same and the amounts were the same, the changes in spiritual power during the pill formation process were different, with many subtle variations. If one was not controlled well, although it would not necessarily lead to refining failure, the pills produced were often inferior or waste pills. Unless they were some alchemy masters, these people would only open the furnace once and refine several pills. Even these masters refine the same batch of pills, it is because they have a high success rate. They are all experiences accumulated from refining a kind of pill for many years, and the success rate must reach at least 70% to 80% before they have the confidence to refine in this way. Zhang Ling, he is now only reaching a success rate of 30% to 40% in refining Peiyuan Pills and other spiritual pills that he is currently taking. This is also because he only refines these kinds of pills, which is the result of accumulated experience. This has also wasted a lot of rare spiritual medicines, and even with the mysterious little bead, it made his heart ache. If these spiritual medicines were in the hands of an alchemy master, the number of pills refined would be at least three times his. However, he would not sell these spiritual medicines, as long as he could satisfy his own cultivation needs, he would be satisfied. While thinking about refining pills, suddenly a token on his waist made a buzzing sound. This was a black jade token, his identity card in the sect. A flash of spiritual light appeared in Zhang Ling's hand, and he put away the pill furnace in frustration, grabbed the token, swept his divine sense through it, and his face suddenly became uncertain. The sect token had a sect decree issued by Sect Leader Wang Chengfeng, summoning the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect to gather at Yangtian Hall.
Thinking of the bell just now, Zhang Ling felt that something big must have happened, so he naturally did not dare to neglect it. He sorted out his storage bag, changed into a set of black clothes, and left the cave, flying towards Yangtian Hall. After a cup of tea, he arrived at Yangtian Hall. There were already many cultivators gathered here, and with a slight glance, there were as many as thirty people, and all of them had Foundation Establishment cultivation. Seeing so many Foundation Establishment cultivators at once, he was also surprised. He felt powerful spiritual energy on two or three of them, and he knew at a glance that they were highly skilled. This feeling was extremely familiar. He had this feeling when facing Wei Shen back then. These people must have cultivated to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, or even the False Core realm. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on one person on the left. This person was wearing a white robe and holding a bamboo slip in his hand. He seemed to have come here in a hurry. That person was also looking at other cultivators, and then turned his head to look in his direction as if he had noticed something. Seeing this, Zhang Ling was not surprised. Foundation Establishment cultivators have keen divine senses. If they were being watched and couldn't detect it, they wouldn't be Foundation Establishment cultivators. Zhang Ling walked briskly towards that person. The white-clothed man also nodded at him with a smile on his face. "Senior Brother Wu, long time no see." "So it's Junior Brother Zhang. It's been a few years since we last met, and your cultivation has improved even more. I'm really ashamed." Wu Minghan held the bamboo slip and cupped his fist, as a greeting. "I just cultivated in seclusion for a period of time, and made a little progress. Hasn't Senior Brother's cultivation also increased greatly?" Zhang Ling laughed, and asked this person; "Senior Brother Wu, do you know what happened, why are so many Foundation Establishment disciples gathered here?" Wu Minghan shook his head, not knowing what was going on, but looking at his expression, it was definitely not a good thing. Then Wu Minghan changed into a smiling face and chatted with him, occasionally introducing him to a few familiar fellow disciples. These people were all Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators of similar age to them. Most of them were disciples who had just broken through. Zhang Ling responded to this with humility. He basically had no fellow disciples he knew in the sect. It was a good thing to get to know some fellow disciples now. After half an hour, fifty or sixty Foundation Establishment disciples gathered in front of Yangtian Hall. Sect Leader Wang Chengfeng also appeared, and then everyone followed the Sect Leader into Yangtian Hall. "Senior Brother, why have you summoned so many of us?" Entering the hall, an old man with white hair asked the Sect Leader. The old man's cultivation was not weak. He was one of the few highly skilled people he had discovered earlier. "Junior Brother Li, don't worry, let's take a look at this first." Wang Chengfeng raised his hand and threw out a palm-sized brass token. Attracting the attention of the cultivators present, Zhang Ling looked at the token with a solemn expression. This was a token with a tall mountain engraved on one side and a ghost monster engraved on the back. He didn't recognize the mountain in front, but the ghost on the back was a monster with two heads and four arms. One of the monster's two heads was a normal human face, and the other was a blue-faced, fanged, and tongue-wagging demon head. Overall, this monster had a sense of oppression. "Demon Subduing Token" The white-haired old man who had asked the Sect Leader earlier changed his expression and exclaimed when he saw the token. "Senior Brother, the timing is wrong, it's only been more than two hundred years, why is there a Demon Subduing Token?" Demon Subduing Token! Zhang Ling's expression also changed when he heard these three words, and he remembered something he had seen in the sect's classics.
At this time, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators seemed to have reacted, and everyone's expressions changed greatly as they discussed it.
