Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 448 Tower Mountain! Cultivation!

Chen Fan didn't approach; he only glanced at it from afar.

Since being castrated, Qingfengzi has put all his ruthlessness into this sword formation!

Daoist Tianyu is quite reliable, while Qingyizi is the most cunning, but he seems to be keeping to himself for now.

A subtle, enigmatic smile played on Chen Fan's lips as he turned and left.

Night was falling.

Chen Fan strolled back to the courtyard.

The light was still on in Eunuch Wei's room, and his silhouette as he soaked his feet was projected onto the window paper. There seemed to be a small pot next to him, probably his homemade fruit wine.

That old eunuch certainly knows how to enjoy life.

Wu Yuezi and Ling Huanzi lived together, and low voices could be heard from inside the house. They seemed to be discussing their cultivation progress that day, and occasionally Ling Huanzi would let out a soft sigh because he couldn't understand a certain key point.

Zhu Ping had already turned off the lights, probably because he was tired from working in the fields all day and had gone to bed early.

Chen Fan didn't go inside. He just listened outside the window for a while, then walked slowly toward the cultivation area with his hands behind his back, satisfied.

The training area is located in the former territory of the Yin Corpse Sect.

As soon as Chen Fan stepped into this area, a thick and slightly violent demonic aura rushed towards him. In the center of the area, a tall and burly figure sat cross-legged, none other than the Demon Puppet Tower Mountain.

Ta Shan was different from before. He was no longer surrounded by demonic energy, but also by a heavy, metallic texture and a cold, malevolent aura.

On the exposed skin, the black scales became even denser, faintly gleaming with a dark, bronze luster.

The terrifying hole in his chest, once inflicted by the sword energy of the Azure Lotus Daoist, had long since healed completely. The newly grown flesh had an eerie dark red color, different from the surrounding scales, yet it appeared even more resilient.

He sat there quietly, like an ancient mountain, and with each breath, the surrounding spiritual energy formed a faint vortex, which was drawn into his body.

That aura had already surpassed the realm of the Core Formation stage and was steadily advancing towards a higher level.

Chen Fan stood not far away, squinting as he carefully examined Tashan.

Puppetry has four levels: iron, bronze, silver, and gold.

Iron-grade puppets are comparable to Foundation Establishment cultivators of the human race, while bronze-grade puppets are enough to rival Nascent Soul cultivators.

Judging from Tashan's current state, with his demonic energy and puppet power merging together and his scales turning bronze, he is clearly at a critical stage of breaking through from "Iron" to "Bronze".

If successful, he will become a demonic puppet with the combat power of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of eagerness.

This is a trump card that he personally crafted and nurtured step by step.

He did not disturb Tashan's cultivation.

The advancement of a puppet depends more on accumulation and transformation; external interference is detrimental.

After observing for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Chen Fan noticed that the aura of Tashan had solidified slightly, so he nodded slightly and quietly withdrew.

After leaving his training place on Tashan Mountain, Chen Fan turned and walked towards a stone platform used to store miscellaneous items.

In the corner of the stone platform, a ball of orange fur was curled up, rising and falling with soft purring; it was his pet cat, Little Flower.

Since Black Emperor arrived, the fat cat's arrogance has been somewhat suppressed, but its lazy nature remains unchanged.

He was sleeping soundly, his belly rising and falling slightly with his breathing, and a few whiskers occasionally twitched.

Chen Fan walked over, reached out and habitually pinched the soft flesh on the back of its neck, then stroked its back a couple of times. The cat's fur was soft and smooth, carrying the unique warmth of a cat.

"Meow..." Little Flower grumbled in her sleep, raising her paw to try to brush away the hand that was disturbing her peaceful dream, but too lazy to open her eyes.

"Fat cat, all you do is sleep," Chen Fan muttered with a low laugh, but his hand didn't stop; he scratched its chin again.

Xiao Hua seemed to feel comfortable, making gurgling sounds in her throat. She adjusted her position and fell into a deeper sleep.

Chen Fan petted the cat for a while, and his mind calmed down a lot. Although the cat was lazy, greedy, and always causing trouble, he had grown attached to it after raising it for so many years.

Moreover, like Black Wind, it is now a genuine seventh-tier demon beast with formidable combat power; it's just that its lazy nature is a real headache.

Thinking of Black Wind, Chen Fan glanced up at the other side of the cultivation area.

There, the enormous Black Wind lay sprawled out on a dry patch of ground, drooling in his sleep, occasionally smacking his lips, probably dreaming of some delicious treat.

What a lazy bum!

Chen Fan curled his lip in disdain, not even bothering to take a look. They were both demonic beasts, but looking at Ta Shan's tireless cultivation day and night, and then at these two, it was truly a case of comparison is the thief of joy.

That's fine, as long as they don't let us down at crucial moments.

After looking around, Chen Fan quickly returned to the Imperial Stables.

Without disturbing Xiao Dengzi, who was practicing in the kitchen, he quietly crossed the courtyard and returned to his somewhat old but tidy room.

The room was quiet.

Chen Fan walked straight to the table, took out the golden bowl from his pocket, and filled it with spiritual water.

After gulping down the bowl, a gentle warmth spread through my body, dispelling the slight chill of the evening.

Then, Chen Fan took out two sweet potatoes that still smelled of earth from his pocket and ate them slowly with the remaining spiritual water.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the bed.

He did not start cultivating immediately, but closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a while, allowing his mind, which had been slightly agitated by walking around, to gradually settle down.

Then, Chen Fan took out ten high-grade spirit stones from his storage bag.

The spirit stone gleamed softly in the dim light, its inner spiritual energy vast and pure.

Chen Fan held it in his palm and began to slowly absorb the spiritual energy.

As the cultivation technique was practiced, the spiritual energy in the spirit stone was gradually drawn out, transforming into a warm current that flowed into the dantian along the meridians.

Chen Fan carefully guided these external spiritual energies, allowing them to merge and compress with his own cultivated spiritual energy, flowing slowly along the predetermined path of the Heavenly Cycle.

Cultivation knows no time, and Chen Fan quickly became immersed in the profound feeling of increasing spiritual power and solidifying his cultivation, forgetting the passage of time outside himself.

Before we knew it, two hours had passed.

When Chen Fan slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes, it was already pitch black outside. He exhaled a long breath, feeling the spiritual power within his body become even more concentrated, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

Although cultivation is tedious, the sense of accomplishment that comes with each step forward is incomparable to anything else.

He did not light a lamp, but sat quietly in the darkness for a while.

He immediately got up, straightened his eunuch clothes, and went out.