Cultivation World 8 Friends

Inside the Glazed Pavilion.

After He Hongzhuo finished his training, he left the room and went to the reception area on the first floor.

Guo Si was already waiting here. He Hongzhuo glanced at him and sat in the main seat. "What's the matter?"

Guo Si lowered his head. The man in front of him was the direct disciple of an elder in the Fusion Stage of Qingyan Sect. He had only been a disciple for ten years but had already reached the late Foundation Establishment Stage.

This time they happened to come across the Dan Sheng Secret Realm, so the sect sent him as the leading disciple. In fact, all matters, big and small, were handled by Guo Si, who had been there once.

Guo Si said, "In the past few days, our alchemists haven't been able to obtain enough spiritual plants. It seems like someone is deliberately preventing them."

"Then go and find out who stopped you. Do you need me to teach you?" He Hongzhuo was very unhappy that his cultivation was interrupted by such a trivial matter.

He is extremely talented and can break through a level in one year of practice. It is really unfair for him to stay in this secret realm for a year.

Others admire the spiritual energy here, saying that one day is equivalent to three days, but he doesn't.

If his master had not said that this trip would count as experience so that he could get better rewards from the sect, he would not have been willing to come.

So what if he was a Dan Sheng? When had their Qingyan Sect ever lacked Dan cultivators?

What kind of outstanding talents can emerge from a small secret realm that only appears once every ten years? What good things can it produce?

Guo Si lowered his head even more. "Actually, we've figured out the reason. A cultivator from the Immortal Sect has come to the underground palace and is selling top-grade yellow-level elixirs. He can exchange two spiritual plants for one pill, and all those cultivators are going to him."

He Hongzhuo frowned slightly when he heard this.

This time, the Qingyan Sect came not only to look for talents, but also brought a lot of alchemy practitioners.

These are all good seedlings cultivated by the sect's alchemy practitioners. One reason is to get the inherited alchemy formula so that they can provide them with cultivation resources according to their qualifications. The other reason is to get the free spiritual plants in this secret realm.

The sect is large and powerful, and it is impossible to devote all its efforts to training every single person. Ordinary disciples receive resources on a monthly basis. The spiritual plants that the alchemists receive each month are only enough to refine ten furnaces of pills, and they have to hand over half of the pills back to the sect. If there is a furnace explosion or other damage, the alchemists have to pay for it themselves.

Therefore, the alchemy practitioners below the foundation-building stage in the sect rushed to come to this secret realm. Some even suppressed their cultivation and did not strive for the golden elixir stage, but still wanted to come.

They used the spiritual plants they exchanged with others to make pills day and night, improve their skills, and practice at the same time.

He kept all the mid- and high-quality pills for himself, and sold them for spirit stones when he got out, or handed them over to the sect in exchange for more resources for cultivation.

As for those low-grade and inferior elixirs, they would naturally be exchanged for the hardworking laborers in the secret realm.

Originally, there were no talented people in this inheritance, and their idea was very good, but now their business was stopped by someone. Several alchemy practitioners had already used up the spiritual plants in their hands, so they all came to find Guo Si.

Guo Si also had his concerns: "Brother He, that man has a good appearance and outstanding temperament. I heard that his magic weapon is a simple sword. His last name is Xie..."

"Impossible!" He Hongzhuo immediately denied it. "If Xie Yan had come to the secret realm, why wouldn't he have come to find us? Besides, he didn't even report it to the sect. Are you sure he's Xie Yan?"

I just can't be sure!

Guo Si said, "Senior Brother Xie studied under the Sect Master and has lived on Dayan Peak for a long time. He is used to being alone. I have only heard of his reputation but have never met him in person, so I really don't recognize him."

There is one disadvantage of having a big sect. Even if you walk around the sect every day, you may not recognize everyone. Moreover, most cultivators only stay in their own caves to practice.

Among this group of people, only He Hongzhuo is also a child of destiny. He should have participated in the previous small competitions in various peaks.

He Hongzhuo had indeed met Xie Yan, but he had been defeated by Xie Yan's sword. Although his cultivation was one level higher than Xie Yan's, he was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back. He lost face and didn't want to see him at all.

Guo Si immediately took out a sound recording stone with great insight. This thing could reproduce the picture and sound of a certain moment. He recorded it when he went to find Xie Yunsui.

He Hongzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, crushed the sound stone, and smiled after seeing his face clearly: "He is not."

Guo Si also laughed. It would be easy if it wasn’t Senior Brother Xie Yan.

He Hongzhuo waved his hand: "If it is really a top-grade elixir, you can go and buy it all directly. He has no medicine to exchange for spiritual plants, so those people can only find it back."

Guo thought about it and decided that anything that could be solved with money was not a problem.

"yes."

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The underground palace is so large that it can accommodate all the monks who come here to train.

In addition to the spiritual plant area, there are also many empty rooms. I think they are the spaces used by Senior Dan Sheng to practice himself, refine pills, and store pills.

Now this place is empty, which is a good place for these monks to rest.

Ling Xiyuan and others occupied a small hut, set up a protective formation, and built a spirit gathering formation inside. No one could see them no matter whether they were practicing or refining pills inside.

"You stay here today. Qingwen and I will go out and set up the stall."

Ling Xiyuan came to see Xie Yunsui early in the morning and told him about his plans for the day.

After practicing for a few days, Zhu Ming found that many of his fellow disciples had gathered here, so he simply went back to his fellow disciples to exchange ideas. Only three people were left in the four-person team.

Qingwen gained a lot from her training this time, and was almost halfway to building her foundation, but she still lacked that little bit. It would be useless to continue practicing blindly, so Ling Xiyuan planned to let her interact with people.

Xie Yunsui collected twenty portions of materials for Huiling Pills, and eight portions for Xiaohuan Pills, which also needed to be refined into pills.

He nodded and said, "I'll trouble you with my pills."

"What trouble are you talking about? I've even eaten so much of your broth." Ling Xiyuan pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

Xie Yunsui: "Today at noon..."

Ling Xiyuan immediately said: "Just focus on refining the elixir, don't worry about me."

"……All right."

Xie Yunsui was still worried, so he called out the little bee and handed it to Ling Xiyuan: "This is my sound transmission magic weapon. If there is anything you can't handle, just call my name to it."

Little Bee: Cute :)

Ling Xiyuan held this exquisite bee magic tool in his hand, feeling puzzled for a moment.

Did he make this himself? It's small and exquisite, so delicate.

Since it is a sound transmission magic tool, it should be similar to a communication stone, so Ling Xiyuan put it into the Qiankun bag.

Xie Yunsui held out his hand to stop it: "It's called Tiantian, it has a strong personality and doesn't like to stay in the Qiankun bag."

The magic weapon in Ling Xiyuan's palm suddenly came alive, flew up, circled around him, and finally landed on his shoulder like an ornament.

Qingwen looked left and right, amazed.

It was not until he left the underground palace and walked to the old place to set up a stall that he cautiously asked Ling Xiyuan: "Brother, is Brother Xie pursuing you?"

Ling Xiyuan: "...No, we are just good friends."

Qing Wen's eyes rolled around, unwilling to give up: "What's the same?"

Ling Xiyuan: "Gourmet food. Okay, quickly put our things in place."

He touched the little bee and found no signs of slipping. He held it firmly on his shoulder and felt relieved.

It's still early and not many people are here.

Qing Wen was bored, so he brought up the topic again: "Brother, have you ever thought about what kind of immortal partner you want to find?"

Ling Xiyuan sighed helplessly: "No, I just want to earn more spirit stones so that I can buy a new magic weapon."

To be honest, Ling Xiyuan didn't have any big dreams. He had no interest in things like becoming famous at a young age, becoming a powerful person, or shouldering the burden of the sect.

Before he was diagnosed with spiritual roots and entered Hengwu Pavilion, his only wish was to fill his stomach.

Now that he has entered the path of immortality, he is still very unmotivated. He just wants to practice as fate dictates, be kind to others, and eat more delicious food in the remaining years of his life.

If I had the chance, I would just like to travel all over the cultivation continent and try the delicious food in every place.

If he spoke out such useless thoughts, he would probably be ridiculed, right?

How dare I look for a fairy companion and just burden others for nothing?

"Senior Brother is so boring." Qing Wen curled his lips and said, "I'm different. My lifelong wish is to find a beautiful sister from the Hehuan Sect to practice dual cultivation with."

Ling Xiyuan: “…”

Wait, what did he hear?

Qing Wen continued, "Didn't our sect exchange students with the Hehuan Sect two years ago? A few Hehuan Sect disciples came, and I only then realized their techniques were special. They could improve their skills even without sleeping. It's my fault for not understanding them back then and entering the Hengwu Pavilion. If I had known earlier, I would have climbed the Hehuan Sect's ladder to heaven."

Ling Xiyuan: “…”

This sleep doesn't seem to be just sleep.

He tried to say something for the sect: "We Sound Cultivators...are the most elegant among all our fellow Immortals."

"What's the point of being elegant? I can never win a fight." Qingwen grumbled quietly, "And it's hard to make money."

The clan has a tradition of elegance that is passed down from generation to generation, so elegant that even their pockets are cleaner than their faces.

It is only by relying on the sect leader and elders to resell their early accumulations that they can afford to support the new disciples.

Their new disciples usually only receive a monthly allowance when they first join the sect, and after that they have to earn money to support themselves, which is quite miserable.

She and Senior Brother Ling brought a total of six magic weapons, intending to sell them in the secret realm. However, after so many days, not a single person asked for the price, let alone offered to sell them.

On the other hand, Brother Xie’s space magic tools were sold out, and he also ordered a lot of pills, making a lot of money from spiritual plants and spiritual stones.

How enviable.

I really want to lure Brother Xie back to the pavilion...

It's a pity that he is not my type. Speaking of which, I always feel that Brother Xie's attitude towards Brother Ling is a little different.

When the four of them were training in pairs before, he always went to talk to Senior Brother Ling. If they encountered a monster, she and Zhu Ming were obviously weaker, but they always went to help Senior Brother first. Although she explained afterwards that she wanted to let them train more, it always felt that was not her real intention.

As for cooking, he could make a lot of flowers out of that little bit of monster meat, and he cooked it in different ways every day. Which cultivator is so passionate about food?

Qingwen recalled that every time Xie Yunsui prepared a meal, he would always give the first bowl to his senior brother first...

And today, the underground palace is so close to the stall, if something really happens, you can hear it with a shout, and they also specially gave us a communication tool.

Qing Wen looked at the little bee and said, "Brother Ling, can you let me take a look at this sound transmission device?"

Ling Xiyuan: "Don't break it."

"Hmm." Qing Wen took the little bee. The cold, inorganic shell was very special. "I don't know how Brother Xie made it. It's such a beautiful bee. I can't even tell what material it's made of. It looks just like a real bee."

Ling Xiyuan stroked the crack on his magical instrument, the Dongxiao, and said with a smile, "He has always been ingenious. He wants to make the space magical instrument into a gourd shape."

The more Qingwen looked at it, the more he liked it. "How about I ask Brother Xie to make me a magical instrument like this? I just don't know if it's expensive."

Ling Xiyuan: "This looks more durable than a disposable communication stone."

It shouldn't be cheap.

But for communication, it's only used for sending messages in emergencies, so a disposable one is enough. We don't need to communicate with people all the time every day, so why would it need to be so durable?

Qingwen tentatively placed the little bee on his lapel and was about to admire it, but saw the little bee buzzing and flying away, then landing back on Ling Xiyuan's shoulder.

Qing Wen: "...it seems to have recognized you, Senior Brother."

Ling Xiyuan looked at the little bee on his shoulder, thinking subtly: "Maybe it has remembered my scent."

Qingwen looked at his senior brother and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.