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The quilt was casually set aside, and on the flat bed, a slightly thin figure in white clothes closed his eyes slightly, sitting cross-legged, with a faint red light lingering around his body, and he breathed a long snort.

Time passed slowly, and when a little bright moon shone through the crack in the window and sprinkled on the white clothes, Fang Nan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes opened.

After looking inwardly at the operation of the aura in his body, Fang Nan let out a long breath, his dantian sank, collected the Flame Jue technique, rubbed his somewhat stiff neck, and got out of bed and stood up.

Looking at the somewhat cold and humble guest house, Fang Nan was silent for a while, and suddenly as if he remembered something, with a flick of his wrist, a scorching flame of light suddenly came out of his palm, and in a flash of redness, it stopped in the middle of the room.

A warmth radiated from the red flames, casting a faint red glow over everything in the room.

Fang Nan looked at the red and yellow flames of light in mid-air, his eyes moved slightly, and he groaned.

Ever since he left Spirit Beast Mountain, the cultivation of this set of Flame Techniques had been on hold, and so far he was still stuck at the peak of the second level, and if he wanted to break through the third level, Fang Nan estimated that he would need at least three or four months of hard cultivation.

And after the exercises are advanced, there will be no bottleneck when they advance to the ninth level of qi refining, and the rest is only a matter of time.

But the most important thing at the moment is the question of where to go after coming to this big week.

Speaking of which, the black-shirted man named Fang Yan before was indeed quite honest, and he had a lot of knowledge, and he gave a lot of detailed answers to some of his questions, and it seemed that he completely regarded himself as an overseas monk who had just arrived in the territory of the Great Zhou.

Of course, this is also related to Fang Nan's clear statement that he will not go to the Taiqing Taoist Temple, otherwise, the attitude of this group of people will have to be said separately.

According to what the black-shirted man said, Jiazhou spans thousands of miles, and there are at least nearly 100 immortal sects in the state, large and small, and there are three famous ones in Jixian Mansion, namely Qianjimen, Baiyun Valley and Yuqing Sect, which is a branch of Taiqing Immortal Gate.

These three sects all have thousands of disciples, and their power is huge, and it is rumored that there is more than one ancestor in the sect, which is the place where local monks want to enter the most besides the Taiqing Immortal Gate.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Nan's mind gradually shifted away from other choices and fell on these three sects.

Needless to say, Taiqing Immortal Sect has a status above all the sects, not that he doesn't want to enter, but he has no qualifications at all, under the ban of the Heavenly Spirit Root, his qualifications are equivalent to the Four Spirit Roots, and even the Three Spirit Root monks are not ten percent sure of stepping into the Immortal Gate.

As for going to the Taiqing Immortal Gate to seek a way to lift the forbidden spiritual root, Fang Nan hadn't thought about it, after all, judging from the strength of the Taiqing Immortal Sect in the outside world, it must have the power to surpass his grandfather's cultivation, but when he thought of the soul flame hidden in his body, he could only smile bitterly and put this thought aside.

Heavenly Spirit Root was actually nothing to these powers standing at the pinnacle of the human realm, Dingtian was a cultivator with the hope of advancing to the Yuan Infant, in contrast, Fang Nan felt that if the other party saw him, he would only be more interested in this soul flame of unknown origin.

When the time comes, under these powerful and curious explorations, it is unknown whether he will die or live.

And the Taiqing Dao Temple has a very low threshold, if you really want to enter, it is undoubtedly not much difficult for Fang Nan, who now has an eighth-level cultivation of qi refining. But in the final analysis, this Taiqing Taoist Temple is mainly for mortals, and there are only a few low-level monks in the view, and there is nothing to learn at all.

The reason why so many monks want to join is just to get a chance to be favored by the upper immortal sect and ascend to the sky in one step. However, they themselves knew in their hearts that the Taiqing Immortal Sect would only select some monks who had stayed in the temple for many years and were loyal to the sect, and they would only go to the sect to be miscellaneous disciples.

Those casual cultivators with lowly cultivation still flock to this, but for Fang Nan, it is obviously difficult to accept.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Nan's gaze fell on the wall again, and he smiled a little sarcastically, in the room across a few walls, there was a royal family who was qualified to step into the Taiqing Immortal Gate, and there was also an immortal cultivator who was higher than him to protect him, but even so, the other party had to go through the motions, and first enter the Taiqing Dao Temple for a while.

The handsome prince looked at himself before leaving, obviously because he was surprised to meet an immortal cultivator whose cultivation was higher than him in this inn, but it was just that, the black-shirted man and his party, including himself, probably had never entered the eyes of this person, after all, the realm at the moment was similar, but it would inevitably be far away in the future.

For these low-level casual cultivators who had drunk wine together at the wine table, although Fang Nan didn't have any thoughts of deep friendship, he also didn't have any malicious intentions, the only thing that made him a little worried was the reason why the aura of this group of people could be restrained, but when he turned around and asked the black-shirted man about it, the other party just raised his glass and smiled, and put aside the topic without leaving a trace, and gently covered up this question.

In this way, although Fang Nan was a little unwilling, it was not good to continue to ask, the other party was also going to go to the Taoist temple early the next day after a rest, so after talking for half an hour, they separated.

Rubbing the storage bag on his waist, Fang Nan looked at the snow scene that was faintly visible in the moonlight outside the window, sighed softly, and the depths of his eyes moved slightly, but a trace of determined light flashed.

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Yunmeng City in Jixian Mansion is the largest city in addition to Fucheng, backed by canals, where the Jiazhou waterway intersects, so the business travel is like weaving, at least 100,000 people settle here, quite prosperous.

The Yuqing Mountains, which are forty or fifty miles away from the city, are the people here who talk about the existence of changing colors, because the mountains are not only surrounded by miasma all the year round, but also have many fierce beasts that are not capable of being competed with by manpower.

Originally, there were some merchants who were driven by profits, and they were worried about the medicinal treasures in such a majestic mountain range, and sent people into the mountain many times, but in the end no one came out. In the long run, these mortals will eventually die to it.

Over the past few generations, the Yuqing Mountain Range has become a forbidden place for the surrounding mortals, and from word to mouth, the newly grown young people have remembered this, and they dare not step into the half of the mountain range, just like the ancestral training. And the only thing that puzzled them was why this huge mountain range, which was obviously full of dangers, had such a name as if it had come out of the Taiqing Taoist Sutra.