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In my opinion, it would be best for you to consolidate your skills for a few days, and then adjust all aspects to the best condition before trying to cultivate the Tao. By then, you will be able to take every step perfectly."
After hearing what he said, Wang Heng nodded in agreement. Since a true immortal had made such a suggestion, it was naturally the best choice.
"Okay, I'll consolidate what I've gained and then consider the matter of cultivating the Tao."
At this time, Wang Mian flipped his hand and took out a porcelain bottle with exquisite patterns. There was a dark wooden cork on the mouth of the bottle. Although it was not opened, wisps of fragrance wafted out, spreading in the void and entering Wang Heng's mouth and nose.
All of a sudden, his whole body felt relaxed, his flesh and blood particles vibrated slightly, and his soul felt light as if it was about to ascend to heaven.
"what is this?"
“My lord, this is an elixir personally refined by the Immortal King, specially prepared for you. It is called the Pulse-Removing Pill, and it can help living beings to sort out their bodies, get closer to the Great Dao, and more easily absorb the true meaning of the Great Dao in the ancient characters. It is also very helpful for cultivating the Great Dao.
If you take it now, you will be able to consolidate the ancient characters you have obtained in a very short time and lay a solid foundation for your Taoism."
"The pulse-killing pill."
Wang Heng whispered, thinking of the elixir of the same name in the Perfect World.
It was indeed an elixir, and its effects were the same as Wang Mian had described. However, the quantity obtained by Tianshen Academy was limited, and cultivators who wanted to take it had to fight for it with their own strength.
Moreover, the Fa Meridian Pill that Shi Hao, the Ten Crown King, the Exiled Immortal and others were fighting for was only refined by a True Immortal, and only fragments of the elixir remained.
What was placed in front of Wang Heng at this moment was a complete supreme immortal pill refined by a supreme immortal king himself. Its effect was much more powerful than the broken pill obtained by Shi Hao.
He took the porcelain bottle without hesitation. It was very cold and smooth in his hand, and he could feel the fine lines on it.
"boom!"
With a slight sound, Wang Heng pulled out the dark wooden cork. In an instant, an indescribable fragrant scent gushed out and rushed into his mouth and nose.
Just the smell of the Immortal King Pill made his bones tremble, his flesh and blood shake, and he expelled undetectable impurities from his body.
Wang Mian, who was a True Immortal, also felt a sense of cleansing his essence and marrow. His heart was slightly shaken, and he secretly admired the power of the Immortal King. A pill could make a True Immortal reborn.
Wang Heng came back to his senses and shook the porcelain bottle. Inside were three snow-white pills. Not only were there mysterious patterns engraved on the pills, but there was also fairy mist and lightning.
Is this the elixir that the Immortal King personally refined? It was already a elixir, and when it was put into the bottle, it was still covered by lightning. It was really incredible.
One can imagine how miraculous the effect of this Immortal King-level pulse-cutting pill is.
"Young master, this pill has extraordinary effects. Taking it here may cause shocking celestial phenomena. Please go to a place of seclusion before taking it." Wang Mian looked around. There were many palaces and wide roads. Occasionally, a figure flashed by.
The size of an Immortal King's palace can almost be called a small world. Naturally, there is no shortage of settlers, and many forces are stationed here. It can be said that there are too many people and eyes, so it is not advisable to make too much noise.
Wang Heng nodded and put the cork back in the bottle.
Afterwards, Wang Mian led the way, passing through avenues filled with the aura of the great way, and came to the secret room for cultivation that belonged to Wang Heng alone.
In front of us, there are prohibitions everywhere, and there stands a magnificent complex of buildings. They stand in the white fairy mist, looming and mysterious. Coming here is like coming to the fairyland, the residence of gods.
"Young Master, the restrictions here are the same as those in the Preaching Hall. There are no restrictions on you and you can move freely." Wang Mian said respectfully.
This kind of privilege is only enjoyed by Wang Heng, the son of the Immortal King, except for the Immortal King who has no restrictions at all. Even he, the true immortal guard, cannot enter at will.
Wang Heng nodded, indicating that he understood, and then walked towards the building complex in front without looking back.
Pushing open a door, he entered a passage. The passage was deep and stretched forward. It was pitch black, and the only light source was the oil lamps lit on both sides.
Each oil lamp is several feet apart and emits a soft light.
According to Wang Mian, his retreat place is deep in this passage, and when he approaches, the secret room will automatically react.
Thinking of this, Wang Heng strode forward and walked through the deep passage.
The passage was dark and deep, with only the dim candlelight flickering slightly.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Heng always felt that these oil lamps were not ordinary ones. They gave people an inexplicably weird feeling, which made people feel scared.
Suddenly, an oil lamp in front burst into a terrifying flame, as if a sun had exploded. A human face made of the flame struggled to rush out, with a painful expression and roaring incessantly. Its blood-red eyes stared at Wang Heng who was walking towards it, revealing a look of resentment.
"Yes, that's right. You are that man's offspring. I would recognize this filthy, hateful bloodline even if I turned into ashes."
The human face shouted loudly, trying to break free from the restraint of the lamp flame and kill Wang Heng.
Wang Heng was startled by this sudden scene and stopped.
Because this man's face was so terrifying, so hideous, like a ghost.
However, after a brief surprise, Wang Heng roughly understood what was going on.
The creature in front of him who had a huge grudge against him was most likely a great enemy killed by his father, the Immortal King. After his death, his soul was not completely destroyed, but was placed here as lamp oil, burning day and night for eternity.
Chapter 14 Secret Room
"All descendants of the Wang family deserve to die!"
The flaming face roared, his eyes filled with hatred, as if he wanted to peel off Wang Heng's skin, eat Wang Heng's flesh, and drink Wang Heng's blood.
Although Wang Heng felt a little uncomfortable about this, he was not afraid.
After all, the other party's real body has been dead for many years, and only a trace of resentment remains, raging helplessly in the oil lamp. There is nothing to be afraid of.
"Haha, you're just a defeated general of my father, yet you dare to bark here." Wang Heng sneered.
"Little thing, one day I will catch you and crush you to death like a bug." The human face was enraged by Wang Heng's words, his face was distorted with anger, and he uttered such a vicious oath.
"Even your real body has been boiled down into lamp oil. You are destined to be trapped here for the rest of your life, never to be reincarnated. Why bother talking such big words?" Wang Heng chuckled and shook his head, no longer paying attention to this obsession.
The roaring sound gradually disappeared until he moved away from the boiling oil lamp.
Not only that oil lamp, but all the oil lamps in this passage were abnormal. Wang Heng suspected that the lamp oil they used was refined from the powerful enemy killed by his father, the Immortal King.
When walking through the dim passage, I always feel like I'm being watched.
The gazes were like poisonous snakes, lurking in the darkness, making people feel uncomfortable.
Not all resentment will roar as loudly as the previous existence, they understand that doing so will only bring humiliation to themselves.
Finally, Wang Heng arrived at his own secret retreat room. A stone door embedded in the wall in front of him began to glow without warning, and then rumbled open.
He knew that this was the secret room that Wang Mian had mentioned, so he walked in.
The space inside is very spacious, with a complete range of facilities. There is a strong immortal atmosphere, and every breath you take is filled with immortal light.
This secret training room exclusively for the Immortal King and his children is so extraordinary that one can easily imagine how extraordinary it is.
A stone bed lay in the corner of the secret room. It was thick and solid, and filled with chaotic energy. It gave people a sense of heaviness even before they got close. As Wang Heng approached, he was surprised to find that his affinity with the Tao was constantly increasing. In other words, the efficiency of his enlightenment was increasing, and the true meaning of all Taos was flowing and merging into chaos.
"Could this be a stone bed made of Chaos Stone?" Wang Heng was puzzled.
He was convinced that if he sat cross-legged on the stone bed while practicing enlightenment, he would achieve twice the result with half the effort.
This stone bed is undoubtedly a treasure.
Wang Heng went up and sat on it. As he expected, the bed was extremely effective. It was of great help to his spiritual practice and could sense all kinds of things.
If a bed alone is so extraordinary, how magical can other things be?
He looked at a stone table. It was very ordinary, nothing special about it. But if he got closer, he could clearly sense that an unknown substance was precipitating out of the stone table and spreading into the void, making people feel relaxed and having some vague benefits.
Wang Heng was surprised. What material was this stone table made of? It could actually enhance the spiritual power of the cultivators. Although the effect was not obvious in a short period of time and was not easy to detect, if it accumulated over time, it would be terrifying.
He looked at the stone table again. There were two fruit plates on the table. Each of them contained several magical fruits. They emitted bursts of faint fragrance. Just one sip was enough to make people intoxicated and unable to control themselves.
Wang Heng thought about it and decided that since it could be placed in his secret room, it meant that he could take it at will.
If this kind of magical fruit were placed in the outside world, it would probably cause the monks to fight to the death for it, but in his secret room it was placed casually, like an ordinary delicious fruit.
If you don’t eat now, you may not have the chance in the future. After all, the decline of the Wang family is inevitable.
Wang Heng could predict the future and knew in advance that his father, the Immortal King, would be severely injured in a foreign land and eventually pass away, but he could not change this.
Who would believe the "nonsense" of a ten-year-old boy who has never been educated?
Besides, his father, the Immortal King, went to the border to intimidate foreigners. Such a major event could not be influenced by his few words. Wang Heng knew his own limitations, so he did not try.
Not only this reason, he believed that he could not get away with it in front of an Immortal King. The Immortal King might find out that he was an "outsider" and not his own son's original soul.
Wang Heng has always been worried about this. Until now, he has no good way to deal with it. He can only take it one step at a time and hope that the success of his cultivation in the future will give him the confidence to face it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he picked up a magical fruit and started to eat it.
The magic fruit is sweet and juicy. It melts in your mouth, refreshing and soothing to the throat. It has the best taste and is the most delicious fruit Wang Heng has ever eaten.
The most important thing is that this fruit is rich in life energy and contains many substances that are beneficial to the soul. One magical fruit can make Wang Heng's soul clear and his eyes bright.
A large amount of substances beneficial to the soul have accumulated and become Wang Heng's foundation, and will slowly erupt in his future practice.
Opening his eyes, Wang Heng let out a breath filled with the fragrance of the magical fruit.
He couldn't help but sigh that people are indeed different. Some people are born at a high point that others can never reach.
Outsiders dare not even imagine the treatment that the Immortal King and his children receive. To them, the extremely precious divine fruit is just a fruit to quench their thirst. Only the Immortal King's family can be so extravagant.
Feeling unsatisfied, Wang Heng picked up another magical fruit at random and ate it until only the core was left in the blink of an eye.
After quenching his thirst a little, he turned his gaze towards the center of the secret room.
There was a futon lying there, woven from unknown twigs with tender buds growing on them. It looked no different from an ordinary futon, except that it had a touch of green.
However, Wang Heng knew that this cushion must be extraordinary. As the son of the Immortal King, the cushion he sat on when he was attaining enlightenment must have some magical power.
He came and sat down on the cushion, but before he could do anything, his complicated mood immediately calmed down, just like a turbulent lake that becomes calm in an instant.
Afterwards, Wang Heng couldn't help but immerse himself in the state of enlightenment. The ancient characters of immortality that he had understood before appeared at this moment, floating up and down in his eyes, and all kinds of great truths flowed in his heart.
After a deep enlightenment, Wang Heng benefited a lot. He understood what Wang Mian said. If one does not consolidate before planting the Tao, it will definitely not be perfect and there will be invisible flaws.
He slowly woke up, looked at the cushion he was sitting on, and couldn't help but stroke it gently with his hand.
This cushion is truly a treasure as it can help people attain enlightenment.
Wang Heng remembered that Kunpeng, one of the ten evil spirits, had such a cushion, which was woven from the tender buds of the Kun wood. It was full of divinity, could help people calm their minds and concentrate, and was conducive to enlightenment.
Chapter 15 Perfect Evolution
Wang Heng didn’t know whether the cushion in his secret room was woven from the tender buds of the Kun tree, but it was definitely not simple and must be a real sacred tree.
Looking around the secret room, nothing is simple. Even the humble candlestick and the humble incense have special magical effects.
With such a unique environment, coupled with the supreme talent of the Immortal King and his children themselves, the gap between them and creatures of the same age in the outside world will only widen.
"Unfortunately, the glory before our eyes is just a passing cloud, gone in a flash." Wang Heng sighed.