"There are not enough Nazhu, so we have to use spiritual blood to make up for it?" Ning Zhishui asked.
What is spiritual blood?
It is the blood of a monk fed with special medicinal herbs.
Old Niu naturally didn't know what specific medicinal herbs were used. He was in charge of the power of incense, while the spiritual blood was handled by another person.
But Lao Niu knew that those cultivators who were fed medicinal herbs were mostly independent cultivators, and some of them were disabled.
Moreover, the young and the elderly cannot tolerate the medicinal properties of those medicines, so the monks selected are basically young and strong.
What Lao Niu also knew was that the monks who were fed the drug would eventually die. He just didn't know whether they were killed to silence them or died of exhaustion.
"Indeed." Dongfang Jing nodded. "I don't know who came up with this insidious method, but it is indeed effective. It can make up for the lack of incense power and eventually create an immortal weapon."
"What about the Eastern tribe?" Ning Zhishui suddenly asked.
"What?" He was stunned.
"The immortal weapon you used to ascend in your previous life, and the Ascension Mirror you intended to give me, were also made in this way? And all the ancestors who successfully ascended in the past, did they ascend to immortality in this way, relying on the power of incense obtained through deception and the spiritual blood obtained by plundering others' lives?"
There was a look of deep disgust between Ning Zhishui's eyebrows.
Those who ascended to heaven all left their names on the continent, and were admired and envied by countless people.
Even Ning Zhishui himself was the same, looking up at them while walking firmly on the road ahead.
It is precisely because of the success of those people that she holds on to her beliefs and knows that this road has an end.
But if those people rely on such means...
"Most of them are." Dongfang Jing chuckled and shook his head, a carefree look in his eyes. "But there are also some that are not. I haven't confirmed the others yet, so I dare not say anything false, but 'two tribes' are definitely not them."
Two tribes, the Dongfang tribe and the Xuanji tribe.
"Neither is the Shengyun Mirror I gave you. Even though you haven't used it, you don't have to worry about it."
"Then how are they made?" Ning Zhishui wondered.
"In terms of origin, the aristocratic families came much later than our two clans. They are short-sighted and only want to gain without giving anything in return, but we are not like that." Dongfang Jing raised his eyes, a hint of sarcasm flashing across them, and then reminded Ning Zhishui, "Shangcai Hall, Cixin Pavilion."
"I see!"
Ning Zhishui suddenly understood.
Shangcai Hall belongs to the Dongfang clan, while Cixin Pavilion belongs to the Xuanji clan. This is something everyone knows.
Both of these places are used for talent training and can be found in every city on every continent.
Those monks who have no affiliation but have good qualifications can find some work there to make a living. Those who perform outstandingly can receive their special care, which is not limited to cultivation, but also covers various skills.
Not all of those who are supported are geniuses, many of them are ordinary monks in difficulties.
So it is true that these two tribes showed favor in order to recruit talents, but they also really helped more people.
It is worth mentioning that these two places have existed for a very long time, so long that ordinary people have ignored their existence.
This is the "favor" between the two tribes!
Year after year, countless monks have been helped by the two tribes, and naturally they will gain their "power of faith".
"When these two places were first established, it was simply the kindness of our ancestors. They had a difficult time rising to prominence, so they wanted to help the common people after reaching a high position. It was only much later that they realized that doing so would gain the power of faith, which would help them ascend." Dongfang Jing sighed softly, "Every sip and every bite is predestined. Everything has a cause."
"Just by doing this, the power of faith gained should not be enough, right?" Ning Zhishui asked.
Although doing so would require a great investment, the five noble families could afford it, so why go through so much trouble to come up with these conspiracies and intrigues?
"Yes, this alone is not enough. This is the foundation. After you have it, you still need to use some spiritual objects to supplement it, and then you can make immortal artifacts." Dongfang Jing nodded.
It turns out that spiritual objects are needed.
And from what Dongfang Jing said, there may be quite a few spiritual objects used.
This calculation is indeed a headache. There are not many natural spiritual creatures, and using one means one less.
It requires not only consuming spiritual objects but also spending money to gain reputation and faith, so it is no wonder that those aristocratic families are so stingy and choose to take shortcuts by cheating and deceiving others.
He is indeed petty and short-sighted... Well, that fits the image of their family head very well.
"Wait... Does it mean that all the power of faith, or the power of incense, must belong to the person or his family to be effective?" Ning Zhishui suddenly thought of something.
If attribution is not required, why would Jin Zhao go to the trouble of using his own sculpture?
Why not just use Hong Jin's own sculpture? This way, the risk of being exposed can be reduced!
But if it needs to belong to oneself, and the power of faith/incense must belong to oneself before it can be used by oneself, then how should one explain the Shengyun Mirror that Dongfang Jing gave to himself?
"Yes, this is the limitation of heaven."
"Why was the Shengyun Mirror given to me? It..."
"Ning Zhishui."
Dongfang Jing suddenly called out her name, with a half-smile on his face. When he turned around, a strand of her hair was held in the corner of his mouth, which inexplicably gave her a hint of romance. "Don't you realize what you did for others in your past life?"
"……ah?"
Ning Zhishui was first intimidated by his presence so close to her, and then showed a puzzled expression.
"You've made at least five homemade recipes public. You've given countless public lectures on alchemy and weapon forging, and countless cultivators have been mentored by you. You've even shared your Heavenly Five Spiritual Roots technique with everyone for free, so there won't be a pearl left in obscurity, or a genius left unaware. To inspire innovation among alchemists and weapon masters, you reward outstanding cultivators every year, and you might even refine alchemy and weaponry for them free of charge... You've done so much, shouldn't you be rewarded with the power of faith?"
Dongfang Jing recounted Ning Zhishui's deeds in his previous life, one by one, so many that he couldn't even name every one of them.
Ning Zhishui almost forgot what she had done. When Dongfang Jing mentioned it like this, she was stunned at first, then her eyes widened in astonishment, "How did you know?"
"Why don't I know?"
Dongfang Jing seemed to be so angry that he laughed, "What business of yours do I not know? What others know, I naturally know, and I will also know what others don't know!"
"Oh, you spied on me."
Ning Zhishui turned his head away and stopped looking at him.
But the tips of my ears began to feel hot.
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