It is said that Master Mingguang in Changle Mountain is a famous immortal master and high skill in eight villages within ten miles.

Breathing fire and water, mastering thunder and light, exorcising evil spirits and curing ghosts are all a breeze.

As his only disciple and Taoist boy, Yubao boy, although he received strict education from his master, lived a pretty good life in his childhood, but he was not very interested in practicing.

That day, I was running around on Changle Mountain and was bumped into by Mingguang Taoist, who said he was chasing a butterfly that shimmered in seven colors and was uncertain.

Taoist Mingguang glanced at it and saw that there was nothing like that in the palm-sized Changle Mountain!

But this guy just said he was flying in the distance!

Taoist Mingguang couldn't help but blow his beard and glared as he kicked Yubao Boy's buttocks: "Your master, I'm not blind yet, go and practice boxing!"

The boy Yu Bao was not convinced and was ready to refute, but when he saw that his master was ignoring him, he sighed and gave up.

At this moment, the seven-color butterfly flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"Hey, I just said that Master's eyesight is dim. Look, you're right here!"

Yubao boy was only eight years old, but he sighed in an old-fashioned way.

It's just that the wings of the seven-colored butterfly moved slightly but there was no response.

Seeing this, Yubao boy became lively again, but he did not forget his master's order. As he walked towards the Taoist temple, he said with a smile: "You, a butterfly, can't understand what I said."

"Master said that it is much more difficult for insects, plants and trees to achieve enlightenment than other monsters. I'm afraid you will die before I grow up."

Little bastard, you are dead!

I saw the Yubao boy was not paying attention and fell to the ground in an instant.

The seven-color butterfly also disappeared in the blink of an eye. Yu Bao searched around but couldn't find it, so he had no choice but to punch it.

As a child who is only eight years old, Yubao's cultivation is still at the physical level.

As for Taoist Mingguang, who barely entered the realm of magical powers at such an early age, their optimistic inheritance is naturally not much higher, and they don’t even have the cultivation methods at the level of calamity!

This kind of inheritance is completely unpopular in the world of Sanxian!

After a set of eighteen postures of Changle body-building boxing, Yubao was already breathing a little, but after doing this three times, the day's practice was considered effective.

It was only during the second fight that Yubao unknowingly performed two "wrong" moves, and he didn't realize it until he finally stopped his stance.

Taoist Master Mingguang in the distance was stunned when he saw this. How could he still make mistakes after two years of boxing?

Just when he was about to scold him, he found that Yubao had already started it for the third time. This time, he looked at the whole body and found that this set of Changle Boxing seemed to be much smoother than the original?

"Is it possible that he is just a genius?"

Taoist Master Mingguang stopped and saw Yubao returning to the room, smearing special ointment all over his body and beginning to vomit.

And he raised his hand, took a stance, and started fighting according to Yu Bao's actions just now.

After a while.

Taoist Mingguang's eyes lit up, how could the effect of just two changes be enhanced so much?

"My disciple Yubao has the talent to become an immortal!"

"Why haven't you noticed it before?"

Taoist Mingguang felt that his decaying body seemed to be full of vitality.

Originally I just wanted someone to die with, but now I see that it is really worth cultivating.

In the room, Yubao, who was covered in ointment, sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his breathing, breathing in energy bit by bit.

With the cultivation level of the physical body, the energy of heaven and earth that can be mobilized is pitiful, so in this step, one still relies on one's own breathing method to warm the physical body.

Unknowingly, Yubao's breathing rhythm corrected and changed little by little. After an hour, he actually felt that his whole body was much more relaxed than before.

In this way, Taixu Mengdie, deep in his heart, quietly watched Yubao's practice and daily life, feeling up close the joy of his breakthrough in cultivation, the depression of being reprimanded by Taoist Mingguang, and the complacency of being complimented by villagers when he went out.

Although there are occasional interferences, generally they are allowed to develop on their own and are just spectators.

As Yu Bao's performance became more and more outstanding, his energy and blood began to decline. Taoist Mingguang, who had gray hair and beard, gradually concentrated on cultivating this disciple with the talent of a loose immortal, and used his best ability to help his cultivation.

After more than two years of this, after consuming Taoist Mingguang's coffin book, Yubao finally successfully completed the practice of the ninth level of spiritual wisdom in the physical body, and was stuck in front of the magical power realm.

He was only eleven years old at this time!

Be optimistic in the long run.

Seeing the master who was already haggard and unable to move, Yu Bao felt sad and understood the meaning of calling him here today.

"Yu Bao'er, you really have the talent to become an immortal. It's a pity that you won't see that day as a teacher..."

Yubao, who was already half a teenager, knelt down in front of Taoist Mingguang, feeling depressed but not in tears.

"Master!"

"Life and death are fateful, and my qualifications as a teacher are limited. I barely managed to reach the realm of supernatural powers in my old age but have never been able to break through. Fortunately, I have accepted a disciple like you."

"I don't have much left for you as a teacher. I only have a piece of "Chang Le Jue", a "Guan Wei Ming Zhen Xiang", and a magic weapon, a peach wood sword."

"I hope you can set foot in the mysterious realm of calamity magic and scattered immortals in the future, and it will be a waste to teach you as a teacher."

Yubao nodded with a firm look: "Disciple understands that he must work hard to practice and live up to Master's high expectations."

"Ahem, cough, cough, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you are still young, don't go out of your way. The world is very big. After you set foot in the realm of supernatural powers, you can go out and have a look. You can't sit in a well and look at the sky. Understand..."

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Mingguang's head was already hanging down.

"Master!"

Taoist Mingguang passed away, and Yubao tasted sadness and pain for the first time.

After burying his master in the back mountain and sitting in front of the grave for half a month, Yubao returned to Chang'an in a depressed mood but had no intention of practicing.

Taixu Mengdie just watched quietly without the slightest thought of intervening.

So another half year has passed...

With the sound of a clear roar in Chang's optimism, and the vitality of heaven and earth surging down in a small area, Yubao broke away from his grief and stepped into the magical tranquility at the age of twelve.

In the Dayan Mountain far away from Changle Mountain, Qingwei, who had survived seven heavenly tribulations, felt the movement of Yubao, and felt neither joy nor sorrow in her heart.

And letting him grow up is my openness and my confidence!

Thinking about the eighth heavenly tribulation that will follow, even I have to be a little more serious.

Now he can basically use about 90% of his strength, so he dares to come to Dayan Mountain to explore.

"Zhenren Dayan, one of the eleven true immortals in the immortal world, should have a lot of useful information in his sect, right?"

In the past two years, Qingwei had traveled around the Immortal Realm and passed through tribulations, but he didn't attract anyone's attention. However, he found that as the seventh tribulation passed, there seemed to be a will to notice him.

After communicating with Xuan Lingzi, I found that he felt the same way.

After much inquiring, it was determined that those who had survived seven heavenly tribulations were considered to be at the level of true immortals and would receive the attention of the immortal world.

Although this kind of attention seemed to be a relatively superficial sign, it also made the two of them a little uncomfortable.

Xuan Lingzi's original plan to survive a catastrophe once every three months had long been ruined. He almost overturned during the eighth catastrophe. He only recovered a short time ago, but his strength has indeed increased significantly.

"Da Yan has been ascending for more than five hundred years. It is said that he is the youngest true immortal besides Qing Ye who ascended in front of two hundred people."

Qingwei seemed to be wandering in an illusion, passing through flowers, trees, mountains and rock walls to arrive outside the Dayan Sect's mountain-protecting formation, and then penetrated into the formation without causing the slightest fluctuation.

After all, it is not a real immortal formation. With Qingwei's current Taixu attainments, it is not difficult to sneak into it.
Chapter completed!