A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li took over the album and slowly unfolded it to discover that it was a completed map of Kuixing Island, where the golden and white light echoed, flashing a mysterious light.

But the flashes are all concentrated in that big green area at the center of the map.

At this time, Han Li realized that Qingyun Mountain covers an area far beyond his imagination. The middle green area accounts for more than a quarter of the island.

Han Li looked at the shining white lights and couldn't help but close his eyes and gaze carefully.

Compared to golden light, white light is obviously more than half. However, the degree of brightness of white light is clearly different.

Some of them shine brightly, some just glow faintly.

Those markings are the peaks, and they are brilliant, but Han Li doesn't consider them at all. Because of the audible audible words of the middle-aged monk:

“In various mountain peaks, Qi Refining Brothers are not eligible for circle selection, whereas elsewhere there is no such limit, as long as it is white light! ”

That's exactly what the young monk with the last name told him.

But what's left is a natural valley, a cave, a much dimmer white light.

“The youngest wants to ask a question. How many caves can these places open? Are there any restrictions?” After reading the album for a while, Han Li suddenly looked up and asked the middle-aged man in silence.

“Centered around your cave, within ten miles of each other, you can arrange arrays and prohibitions at will, as long as you have the ability to circle.” The middle-aged monks revealed some unexpected colours, but then came a hint of irony.

“Can the late generation choose this place, since it is also white light, should there be a spiritual vein?” Han Li listened and said calmly.

Then he gently pointed his finger at a spot on the map, where the white light turned yellow.

Han Li handed the album back to each other.

“Here!” the eyes of the middle-aged monk swept slightly over where Han Li pointed, a pale face with an unexpected look.

Han Standing Point refers to a place outside Kuixing Island, where there is indeed a faint white light.

“This is Little Atlantic Island. The island is only sixty or seventy miles long, but it does have a small spiritual vein several miles long. We set up a small defensive formation on the island and built a small town on it. There are about hundreds of them!” The middle-aged monk said with a smile and a hint of ridicule.

Han Li did not speak out, and he knew that the island would certainly not be so simple if the other party showed such splendour.

“This island can be considered a chicken rib for us on the island of Kuixing. Because there's a spiritual vein up there, it's a shame to throw it away. However, it has a greater concentration of spiritual gas than other islands and is too small in size. ”

“If you really want to choose this place, there will be no other monks disturbing the cultivation, but the concentration of spiritual energy is at least one third thinner than what we provide in Qingyun Mountain. In other words, you will cultivate at a much slower pace than the other monks. ”

“There were a few monks like you who enjoyed monopolizing the island. But not for a few years, one honest man came back. They would rather hand over a large amount of spiritual stones to re-elect places of practice than remain on the island. After all, spirituality is the most important thing for us fairy practitioners.

“Moreover, it stipulates that the choice of a monk on the island is accompanied by an obligation to protect the island. In other words, the spiritual stones of the Falekaupule on the island will be at your own expense. Of course, you can compensate the islanders with a certain amount of spiritual stone, and you don't have to pay the spiritual stone tribute to the main island every year. But let me remind you first. The spiritual stone handed over by the inhabitants of the island is simply not enough to compensate for the daily wear and tear of the defensive battalion. The spiritual stones consumed on the island are now under the direct responsibility of the island of Quexin, which can only be sustained to this day.” The middle-aged monk slammed the edge of his bed with his index finger in a regular fashion, lazily said.

“Is it possible to think that if I get to this island, I'm actually the island owner!” Han Li listened to the other party, then he got up and asked softly after half a while.

“Hey, hey, you can really think like that.” The middle-aged man said a little unexpectedly.

He had made it so clear that the young man had to choose the island, and that was none of his business.

At this time, some of the middle-aged brothers reweighed Han Li over and laughed a few times in the dark.

I'm afraid you'll call this man bitter when the time consumes that huge amount of Spirit Stone!

He believes in a year or two at most. This young monk will come back to pick a new place to practice.

Otherwise, the true owner of a small island would have been robbed by other monks, but he would not have stayed here until now!

“Well, the late generation chose this island!” Han Li thought about it a little longer and said without hesitation.

There is no hesitation in hearing Han Li say so.

He touched a golden brush from his arms and gently headed towards the island on the map, where the white light instantly turned golden.

Then he touched a Jade Jane from his body, wrote a few words on Jade Jane with a gold pen, and threw it at Han Li.

Han Li took Yu Jane's head and looked down. There were two golden symbols on Yu Jane, some familiar, which seemed to be his name written in local text.

“This Jade Jane is proof that Little Atlantic Island is where you cultivate! There's a register of the islanders in there. Keep it safe!” The middle-aged monk said softly.

Then he took the album, put it back on the bed, and waved his hands at Korea.

Its intention to expel customers is unquestionably revealed!

Han Liwei gave a small gift and retreated intellectually.

Out of the Immortal Palace, Han Li didn't mean to stay in Qingyun Mountain to browse the scenery or meet others. Instead, the Kingsguard flew away from Qingyun Mountain and returned to Gujiazhuang.

The next morning, Han Li left a letter to Master Gu on the wooden table in the house. Fly to the nearest town with your curly soul.

There, he bought a map of the island and the surrounding waters and went straight to the port.

According to Wang Changqing, in the western part of Kuixing Island there is the largest city on the island, "Kuixing City”, where there is a "Tiandu Street” dedicated to fairies to buy and sell traded goods.

Although Han Li would love to go there to see what the overseas monks trade and practice.

But he was so poor that he went to these clusters of brothers to make him feel a little uneasy, unconscious, and he just had to be patient.

“Seems weak and much less daring.” Han Li was on his way to the harbor with some self-derisive mumbling.

Instead of choosing the cultivated land of Qingyun Mountain this time, he went to the less spirited "Little Atlantic Island”, which he took painstakingly to keep the secret of the vial.

Only on an island so far away from other brothers can he let go of the psychotropic drugs needed to cultivate his hands and feet, and the abrupt and rapid progress of his cultivation will not attract the attention of other brothers!

Though this may slow him down a little, the spirit is enough to cultivate the necessary potion.

After all, he mainly relies on taking food and refining medicine to cultivate it, and the thinness of spiritual energy will not have much effect on him.

From the harbour, Han Li flew out of the huge ban covering the entire island of Kuixing, following the description on the map, and headed straight for Little Huanjima.

Don't look at the island only next to Kuixing Island on the map, but Han Li flew all day and night on the Kamikaze boat before seeing the island from the sky.

After a circle around the island, Han Li finally saw a small pier that should be the entrance to the Formation.

Hence, Han Li slowly landed on the dock.

There are few people on the dock, and only a dozen fishermen, resting on a small boat by the dock.

As soon as they saw Han Li and Qu Soul descend from the sky, they descended from the boat and came to Han Li's side.

“In my darkness, see the Immortal Master! ”

As soon as the group arrived in front of Han Li, one of the dark-faced men, who looked very strong, greeted him with respect, as if he were the leader of these fishermen.

“This is Xiaohuan Island, isn't it?” Han Li thought it would be a mistake, but asked carefully first.

“Yes, Master Fairy! Is the fairy here to replace the spirit stone? But the last time I switched stones, it wasn't long!” The black face asked puzzled.

“I'm not here to exchange spiritual stones. But from today onwards, I will be the source of the island's spirit stone consumption. Because this island is already my cultivation site, you can call me Master Han in the future!” Han Li gave a sigh of relief when he heard that the island was indeed Little Atlantic Island, smiling and saying to everyone in front of him.

Then, in the astonished gaze of these fishermen, they greeted their souls and flew again to the centre of the island. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)