Refining alchemy is a very boring thing, but fortunately Fang Chen has a very high tolerance for boredom. As time goes by, ten years have arrived in a blink of an eye.

Fang Chen took out five hundred medium-grade spirit stones again for the next ten years.

Four years have passed, and as the last little feather spirit pill fell into Fang Chen's hand, almost all the spiritual materials I bought this time were exhausted, leaving only some extra scraps.

In fourteen years, Fang Chen's storage ring has added a hundred small feather spirit pills.

But his gains are much more than that.

In the past fourteen years, as his spiritual power bottomed out and rebounded again and again, it increased slightly each time. His spiritual power increased by more than 30% or 40%, and it stopped increasing since last month, which shows that he has reached a bottleneck period.

"The medium-grade spirit stone breaks the realm better, but the small feather spirit pill is not very helpful to the realm."

Fang Chen took out two medium-grade spirit stones and held one in his hands, and began to try to break through the realm.

The difficulty of the middle stage of the Golden Pill to the late stage of the Golden Pill is much higher than that of the early stage of the Golden Pill to the middle stage. As the middle-grade spirit stones are exhausted one by one, Fang Chen's spiritual power has always increased slowly.

Every time it is forced to increase a little.

In a blink of an eye, another five years have passed. During this period, Fang Chen had consumed more than ninety medium-grade spirit stones. Just when he thought it would cost more than one hundred, the spiritual power in his body finally broke through the bottleneck, like rolling waves pouring into his limbs and bones.

The sword pill also expanded a circle after breaking through the realm.

With the experience of breaking the realm last time, Fang Chen seemed very calm this time and quietly waited for the process to end.

Seven or eight days later, the spiritual power in the body gradually subsided, and the spiritual power at this time increased several times compared to before.

"The golden elixir is in the late stage. I wonder if the 100 small feather spirit pills are enough for me to reach the great perfection of the golden elixir..."

Fang Chen smiled on his face. He did not rush to swallow the Yu Ling Pill, but instead used the remaining time to stabilize his current state.

The second decade ends.

Fang Chen took out the last five hundred medium-grade spirit stones for the third decade.

After this time, the reserves of medium-grade spirit stones in his storage ring have dropped to single digits.

As a small feather spiritual pill entered the stomach, the effectiveness of the pill immediately turned into a torrent of spiritual power and surged wildly in Fang Chen's body.

Qi, blood and spiritual power began to boil together, and this process lasted about a month.

Fang Chen quietly felt the state in his body, and his spiritual power increased a little, and the increase was equivalent to the increase he had been constantly consuming spiritual power within half a year.

"Well, compared with the Yu Ling Pill, the effect is indeed a little worse, but it is much faster than me practicing on my own."

After confirming the function of Xiaoyu Spirit Pill, Fang Chen began to practice quietly.

As time goes by, the Xiaoyu Spirit Pill continues to decrease. After the last Xiaoyu Spirit Pill enters the abdomen, the spiritual power in Fang Chen's body has increased by about 20% to 30% compared to when he was just promoted.

"It's not yet peak, but it's almost done, only a little bit of time."

Fang Chen was quite satisfied with this. Next time he entered the Three Thousand Dao Realm, he could try to break through the bottleneck and advance to the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill.

As time came, he automatically left the Three Thousand Dao Realm and returned to the cave. He spent thirty years inside, but only about three days outside.

Fang Chen suddenly noticed something and condensed a wall of water to look at the reflection inside.

After three days, he seemed to have suddenly become five or six years old, and he looked a little more mature than before.

"It's time to get old..."

Fang Chen smiled bitterly on his face.

Just in the Three Thousand Dao Realm, he stayed for sixty years, and his age was over a hundred.

The sword cultivator in the Golden Elixir Stage was not surprising, and his life span was only 200, which was as if he had already completed half of his life.

Only after being promoted to the Nascent Soul will you be given another 200 life span.

After thinking about it, Fang Chen left the cave and met a disciple of Ji Jian Peak on the way. After inquiring about Jing Yuehan's detention, he walked over there.

Jing Yuehan Pass is in the Ice Cave at the foot of Jijian Peak Mountain. When the Jijian Peak disciple mentioned the Ice Cave, he looked scared on his face, which made a sword cultivator afraid, which shows that the place is unusual.

The closer he got to the destination, the more Fang Chen felt that the air around him began to become cold and there were gradually more traces of frost on the ground.

Finally, he came to a cave covered with heavy snow. A team of patrolling monks happened to pass by here. After seeing Fang Chen, he immediately walked over.

"Junior Brother Fang?"

The cultivator's cultivation level was in the Nascent Soul stage, and his eyes fell on Fang Chen with a hint of scrutiny.

"What do you call this senior brother?"

Fang Chen clasped his fists and said.

"My surname is Jing."

The leader Yuanying remained silent: "What's wrong with Junior Brother Fang coming here? The people who are detained in the Ice Cave are all serious crimes. If it's okay, please don't get close to here."

"I heard that Senior Sister Jing Yuehan was locked inside, can I go in and take a look?"

Fang Chen Dao.

Everyone looked at each other, and the leading monk frowned and said, "Although Ji Jian Peak does not require visiting the Ice Cave,... if the cold air in the Ice Cave accidentally enters the body, it will damage the foundation. Junior Brother Fang should please go back."

No restrictions?

Fang Chen smiled, hugged the other party and walked straight towards the ice cave.

"Senior Brother Jing, it seems that this relationship with Junior Sister Jing is pretty good. At least remember to visit her."

A monk looked at Fang Chen's back and smiled.

The leading cultivator was silent for a few breaths and sighed softly: "My sister went to Daqian with Junior Sister Yu, and it was the first time that she joined forces with Junior Brother Fang to break up the Blood Spirit Sect's plan for Daqian.

Since then, my sister would mention Junior Brother Fang from time to time when she returned to the Sword Sect. I didn't take it seriously at that time. Later, when I saw the battle of Chaoxian Mansion, I realized why my sister was obsessed with him."

"But... I heard that Junior Brother Fang is Bai Dan."

Another monk whispered.

"So what about Bai Dan?"

The leading monk smiled, "If it were an ordinary monk, maybe a white pill would be enough to end his path of immortality, but this white pill is on Junior Brother Fang. With his initial illness, I don't think a mere white pill would hinder his path."

Everyone nodded, thinking that this statement made sense. This junior brother Fang had too many secrets, and maybe he had the means to turn decay into magic.

After entering the ice cave, even Fang Chen, who had a fourth-level sword body, felt the cold wind thrilling without releasing the spiritual barrier.

"Ice Cave... If an ordinary monk is locked up here, he will have to rely on his physical body to carry it over..."

Fang Chen thought, and walked towards the depths.

He found that this ice cave was a prison, with several prison cells, and there were also monks in it being detained.

These monks are either using their spiritual power to resist the cold air, or they are exhausted from their spiritual power and are covered with ice and snow, but they are not dead, but are trying to recover their spiritual power.

Every time Fang Chen passed by a cell, he would stop and look at it for a while, for fear of missing out.

After about a cup of tea, Fang Chen stopped in front of a cell door, and there was a figure covered in ice and snow.

The other party was trying to adjust her breathing, but from the shaking from time to time, it can be seen that she was very cold.

Fang Chen did not disturb him, and waited quietly until the other party recovered some spiritual power and used the spiritual power barrier to melt the ice and snow all over his body.

"call--"

Jing Yuehan breathed a long sigh, her cheeks were extremely cold and red. At this time, she found a figure standing in front of her, and couldn't help but look up.

"Is it...you?"
Chapter completed!