Chapter 11: The Dangers of Immortal Cultivation (Thanks to Hanye League, Scholar Qin Yun, Leader!)

“Ah~~~”

Big Stupid Deer went to cook happily, not for anything else, but because Senior Brother Lin Sheng was the only one in the sect who would call him Junior Brother Lu.

The call of "Junior Deer Brother" can make the big stupid deer happy for half a year. It still needs a sense of belonging.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, you are about to achieve minor success in the True Yang Furnace Technique!"

While picking up food, Ning Daoran asked about the secrets of the upper echelons of the cultivation world: "By the way, I only know the four realms of mastering this technique: entry level, minor success, major success, and perfection. Are there any realms above that?"

"Junior brother, you have asked the right person."

After Lin Shengman drank a glass, he smiled and said, “When I first became his disciple, Master mentioned this incident to us disciples when he was drunk and boasting.

Generally speaking, the only ones who have mastered the skills deeply are the ones you mentioned, but in front of geniuses, the barrier of perfection can be broken through, and there are two realms above perfection!"

He was averse to Mo Shen extending his wine glass.

Ning Daoran understood and filled the wine jug, raising his eyebrows: "Brother, you can tell me now."

Lin Sheng laughed: "The first realm above perfection is called the realm of transformation. People who can practice a technique to the realm of transformation are already considered to be the best among men.

However, there is another realm above the state of transformation, which is called returning to nature!

To use the original words of the master, perfection of a technique is the limit of the creator of the technique, while the state of transformation is the state of surpassing the master and going one step further!

As for returning to the original state, that is a bit mysterious. Master said that those who can practice the technique to the point of returning to the original state are all peerless geniuses in the world of immortal cultivation, because returning to the original state represents the true limit of this technique, reaching the ultimate state of unity between man and nature."

“That’s amazing…”

Ning Daoran exclaimed sincerely, it seems that his guess was correct, there is another realm below the level of the Body Tempering Art, which is returning to nature!

The Transformation Realm was already so strong, wouldn't it be invincible if he returned to the original state? As long as he could survive and quietly farm in the mountains for a few years, he could easily practice the Body Tempering Technique to the point of returning to the original state, and become the first person in the history of the Body Tempering Technique! When he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

…

Lin Sheng was a rough man, so he didn't pay much attention. He lowered his voice and said, "Junior brother, take this soul-enriching pill and try seclusion for a month. If you can break through the bottleneck and enter the middle stage of Qi Refining, I will guarantee you to enter the inner sect!"

“Ahem, let’s talk about it later… I don’t have much confidence in my qualifications, and entering the inner gate requires me to perform various dangerous tasks. I’m worried about myself…”

"snort!"

Lin Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Junior Brother Ning, this is wrong. How can a cultivator like me be so hesitant on the path to immortality?

You must know that the way of heaven has never shown any mercy to mortals like us. Since ancient times, immortal cultivators have always gone against the will of heaven. Only by going against the will of heaven can there be a ray of hope. If you go with the flow, you are destined to be a mortal for the rest of your life!"

He seemed a little disappointed: "I will not repeat these words to you a second time, so as not to hurt the harmony between brothers."

"I understand."

Ning Daoran nodded: "Brother, you are doing this for my own good. I understand all this, but everyone's path is different. I hope you can understand."

Lin Sheng felt a little disappointed and lost his composure. He drank a few more glasses and then left.

…

One morning.

On the second-floor balcony of Courtyard No. 77, Ning Daoran drank a cup of tea and felt very refreshed.

The big stupid deer next to him also sat in a chair, picked up the tea and took a sip, then said softly that the tea was a bit unpalatable.

Ning Daoran had a new idea, and he decided to practice the Rain Transformation Technique.

I have been in the sect for two and a half years now. On the surface, I have only cultivated from the first level to the third level of Qi Refining, but I haven't made any "brave progress". This speed of cultivation is quite common among outer disciples.

And since he had been growing spiritual rice for two and a half years and had a natural talent in spiritual planting, it was quite reasonable that he had accidentally cultivated the Huayu Jue to the fourth level.

Thus, he spent more than three hundred years of intensive practice and easily cultivated the Huayu Jue to the fourth level.

The fourth level of the Rain-Transforming Technique can grow second-level green bamboo rice, which is his real purpose.

It is spring now and the flowers are blooming. The spiritual rice planted last year can be harvested, and this year's green bamboo spiritual rice can be planted. However, the prerequisite is to go to the Contribution Hall to register and receive the green bamboo spiritual rice seeds.

"Old Deer, go out for a walk!"

One man and one deer headed towards the main peak, and on the way they kept greeting the brothers and sisters coming and going, appearing to be very popular.

Main hall.

"Qiongbi Peak, Spiritual Field No. 77, Ning Daoran..."

An old white-bearded outer sect steward frowned and looked over in disbelief: "You said that you have cultivated the Rain-Transforming Technique to the fourth level and can grow second-level green bamboo spirit rice?"

"Exactly."

"Show me."

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

Ning Daoran raised his hand lightly, and suddenly a wisp of azure blue water cloud moved between his fingers, extremely warm and magical.

"It really is the fourth level of the Rain Transformation Technique!"

The old deacon was very surprised: "Little guy, how did you cultivate the Huayu Jue to the fourth level in more than two years?"

"I don't know."

Ning Daoran scratched his head in confusion and said, "I just cared about the spiritual field every day, and before I knew it, I became more and more proficient in performing the Rain-Transforming Technique, and I reached the fourth level."

"It seems that you are indeed talented in spiritual planting. Okay, how many green bamboo spiritual rice seeds do you want to apply for?"

"Twenty pounds?"

"Can!"

The outer sect steward waved his pen, and Ning Daoran returned to Qiongbi Peak carrying twenty kilograms of seeds.

…

Soon after, in the outer gate hall.

"Ning Daoran... the fourth level of the Rain Transformation Technique..."

An outer sect elder grinned and said, "It seems that we outer sect have found a treasure. This is undoubtedly a genius with a talent for spiritual plants. Elder Xu, you were wrong at the beginning."

The elder named Xu Ning couldn't help but sneer: "A mere spiritual plant husband, even if he has talent in this field, what's the use? He is nothing more than a stepping stone for others."

Many elders chuckled and didn't say much.

The main peak of Chaos Sect, Zixiao Peak.

In front of the sect master’s cave.

A woman in a plain white long dress walked out of the cave. She was born with a fairy-like figure. Not only was her face beautiful, but her breasts were full and curvy, and her legs were long and smooth. She was none other than Jiang Yu, the leader of the Chaos Sect, and the only Jindan-stage cultivator in the sect.

Compared with seniority, Jiang Yu is actually the junior of the three inner sect elders, but on the day when his golden elixir was completed, he was appointed as the new sect master by the previous sect master, and has been in charge of Zixiao Peak ever since.

"metropolitan."

The outer sect elder handed over the book and said, "The outer sect's spiritual farm department has gained another spiritual farmer who has reached the fourth level of Huayu Jue and can grow second-level spiritual rice."

"oh?"

Jiang Yu said calmly: "Uncle Huang, although our Chaos Sect's Spiritual Farm Division is not very large, there are at least two people who can grow second-level spiritual rice. What's so strange about it?"

"Master, this boy has just been in the sect for two years and is only twenty-two years old."

"I see."

Jiang Yu glanced at the book: "Ning Daoran, outer sect disciple, ninth-grade mixed spiritual roots, third level of Qi training..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She suddenly lost interest and said, "Since he has a talent for spiritual planting, the outer sect should give him more convenience and make the best use of his talents. If he needs anything in his cultivation, you can also give him a little convenience. The Chaos Sect will not mistreat talented disciples, even if they have a talent for farming."

"Yes, Master!"

…

Spiritual Field No. 77.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu are already working hard.

After harvesting all the three acres of spiritual rice outside, burning all the rice stalks, turning over and loosening the soil, they began to cultivate the green bamboo spiritual rice seedlings. These seedlings were extremely rare, precious, and tender, so they had to be constantly cared for with the Rain-Transforming Technique.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran has now mastered the art of cultivating spiritual plants, and he performs every procedure in a very precise manner.

Of course, the state of the Holy Spirit of Plants and Trees is turned off during planting, and the spiritual rice blessed by the Holy Spirit of Plants and Trees cannot be planted in the spiritual land outside.

One year I forgot to turn off the Herbal Holy Spirit, so I had to pull them all out in the middle of the night.

It’s nothing, just be cautious.

A few days later.

Several other spiritual fields were also green. Everyone had harvested a season of spiritual rice and planted new seedlings.

On the ridge of the field, Old Lu sighed to himself.

"Is Mr. Lu worried?"

Ning Daoran passed by with the big stupid deer.

"Nothing's on my mind."

Old Lu smiled and said, "I am getting older, but there is no sign of any breakthrough in my cultivation. I am thinking that instead of wasting my life and dying, I might as well give it one last try. Maybe I can enter the middle stage of Qi Refining and see the scenery of the middle stage in this life."

Ning Daoran was speechless. What kind of scenery was there in the middle stage of Qi Refining? It was just like that.

"Does Brother Lu have this intention?"

Xin Yan's voice came as he was putting down his trousers, saying, "I have been feeling anxious lately, and I am still lacking a suitable magical instrument to improve my cultivation.

I heard that the restrictions in the Nansong Secret Realm have shown signs of loosening recently, and many casual cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining are planning to go there together to explore. Would Brother Lu be willing to join them?"

"That's exactly what I meant!"

Elder Lu groaned and looked at Ning Daoran: "Fellow Daoist Ning is extremely talented, and has also been stuck at the third level of Qi Refining for more than a year. Would you like to go together?"

"I won't go. I wish you two good luck." Ning Daoran refused calmly.

As for exploring secret places, I would never do it unless I have to.

Two months later.

Xin Yan and Lu Lao left Qiongbi Peak together and went to the outside world to seek opportunities.

It became a little quiet for a while, but fortunately, Ning Daoran and Dabenlu were still playing and fighting every day, so the Qiongbi Peak was still lively.

…

Half a month later.

News came from the outer sect that Master Lu met with an accident while out for training and never came back.

The person who passed the news to the outer gate was Xin Yan. When Old Lu was breaking into the secret realm, he accidentally entered a poisonous miasma and died in it. He couldn't even bring his body out.

Old banyan tree, under the big stone slab.

After Zhao Lichen brought the news to Ning Daoran and others, he left.

Granny Yuncui had a blank expression on her face. This was the fate of a casual cultivator and there was nothing to complain about.

Zhong Yan pursed her red lips, secretly thanking that her Taoist partner Xin Yan was fine.

Not long after, Xin Yan returned.

"Fellow Daoist Ning!"

Xin Yan forced out a bitter smile and said, "Mr. Lu...will never come back."

"Um."

Ning Daoran was calm: "What a pity, Elder Lu was quite good..."

"yes……"

Xin Yan chatted for a few words, then took his wife's hand and left.

However, at the moment when he hugged his wife, the handle of a purple dagger tucked into his waist under his long gown was inadvertently revealed.

“…”

Ning Daoran fell silent.

This world of cultivating immortals is indeed dangerous! I will start rushing to the new book list tomorrow. I am a little excited. I am asking for votes. Thank you all for your support! (End of this chapter)