Chapter 85 Bull Demon Master (10th update! Please subscribe first!)

Inner gate hall.

Wisps of aquamarine spiritual energy lingered around Ning Daoran's fingertips, as if they had life.

"It turns out that Junior Brother Ning has really cultivated the Huayu Jue to the seventh level!"

An elder who was building the foundation was stunned, and said with excitement in his eyes: "I didn't expect that Junior Brother has only been building the foundation for two years, and he has already been promoted to the third-level spiritual farmer. It is really a cause for celebration!"

"Thank you, Brother."

Ning Daoran said happily: "We have a lot of land in Qiongbi Peak, and Lao Lu and I can take care of a lot, so please give us more purple jade rice. Don't worry, the output of Qiongbi Peak will not be without the sect's share."

"What are you talking about, Junior Brother!"

The foundation-building elder said in a deep voice, "Fifty kilograms of purple jade rice seeds, is that enough?"

"That's enough, thank you, brother!"

Not long after, the big stupid deer left with fifty kilograms of purple jade rice seeds on its back. Ning Daoran did not return directly to Qiongbi Peak, but instead took a tour of the inner and outer halls, telling the entire sect that he was already able to grow third-grade purple jade rice.

Afternoon.

Qiongbi Peak, No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu worked hard as they began to cultivate the seedlings of purple jade rice.

This Purple Jade Spiritual Rice is ranked as a third-tier spiritual plant, which is completely different from the Green Bamboo Spiritual Rice. Besides containing richer spiritual energy, it also has higher requirements for the quality of the Rain Transformation Technique and the Spiritual Field.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran and Dabenlu were careful enough to remove all the stones in the spiritual field, even those as big as a fingernail. The soil in the spiritual field was turned into extremely soft, ready for the seedlings to be planted.

Late at night, the first batch of purple jade rice was planted in the Lingpu Cave, and the area of ​​one kind was nearly three acres.

By the next morning, the purple jade rice in Lingpu Cave had grown into small trees half a person's height. By the afternoon, bunches of fruits that looked like grapes hung from the trees.

The fruit is wrapped in a layer of tender green skin. When you peel off the skin, you can see a series of densely packed spiritual rice.

These spiritual rices are exquisitely crafted and full of spiritual energy. They are a great tonic for cultivators below the Jindan stage. It is a recognized fact that long-term consumption of purple jade spiritual rice can subtly improve one's cultivation.

Unfortunately, looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there are only a handful of cultivators who are willing to spend time practicing the Rain-Transforming Technique to the seventh level, so there are even fewer spiritual farmers who can grow third-grade spiritual rice.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the true disciples of the ten major sects of Xia Country could not eat purple jade rice for every meal. Such luxury was beyond their imagination.

Three days later.

Ning Daoran, Dabenlu and Chen Weimo ate the first pot of purple jade rice.

When you first take a bite, the sweet and smooth taste of the spiritual rice as well as the fragrance of plants fill your mouth and nose. After entering the stomach, it is continuously digested into pure spiritual energy to nourish the body, making your cultivation more efficient.

"Chen Weimo!"

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows and said, "From now on, the meals at home will be changed to purple jade rice. You must practice hard and enter the middle stage of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Don't let me down!"

"Got it, uncle!"

Chen Weimo stood straight: "Uncle, I will go to practice after feeding the fish!"

Ning Daoran showed approval. Although Chen Weimo's aptitude was poor, his attitude towards cultivation was still remarkable. However, his aptitude was really poor, and it was still unknown whether he could build a foundation.

…

Time flows.

Half a year later, the purple jade rice in the two spiritual fields 77 and 79 on the Qiongbi Peak grew vigorously and had grown into purple trees half a person's height. The fragrance of rice flowers wafted for miles, which was particularly pleasant.

The spiritual farmers in the other spiritual fields were all envious.

On the ridge of the field, Ning Daoran washed his hands and took a short rest, while Chen Weimo rode a big stupid deer back and forth, and his laughter echoed.

"The Peak Master is really amazing. The Purple Jade Spirit Rice is growing so well. The seventh level of the Rain Transformation Technique is really mysterious. I am really envious of it."

Ma Quanyou held his pipe and flattered the emperor.

"Peak Master."

Huang Shan pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself. He originally wanted to ask about the method of breaking through to the middle stage of Qi Refining, but it seemed that this was inappropriate.

"Huangshan, just ask if you want to." Ning Daoran said.

"yes!"

Huang Shan was as if he had been pardoned, and said, "When I was practicing the Body Tempering Technique, I always felt that something was wrong. I could not guide my cultivation to the middle stage of Qi Refining. I don't know what the reason is."

Ning Daoran said calmly: "There is no problem with your Body Tempering Technique. The problem is your aptitude. It is naturally difficult for you to break through the level with your natural talent and life span."

"yes……"

Huangshan stopped talking, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

"Peak Master."

Qin Xiang put down his hoe, walked forward and said respectfully: "After the Peak Master took office, he reduced the rent of the spiritual fields in Qiongbi Peak by 20%. We still have to thank the Peak Master a lot."

"Thank you so much, you don't have to do this again."

Ning Daoran said: "I will not interfere with how far your cultivation will eventually go. Just pay the rent on time every year."

"yes!"

The three spiritual farmers nodded.

Huangshan sat on the ridge of the field, with helplessness in his eyes.

On the left side of the ridge is the first-grade spiritual rice planted by himself, and on the right side is the third-grade spiritual rice planted by Ning Daoran. Although both have the fragrance of rice flowers, the difference is too big.

My first-grade spiritual rice is cheap, one spiritual stone can buy ten kilograms, and I can't earn many spiritual stones even if I grow it for a whole year.

But Ning Daoran's purple jade rice is different. One pound of purple jade rice can be sold for two spiritual stones, which is extremely expensive. Once Ning Daoran's few acres of purple jade rice are harvested, I'm afraid he can earn thousands of spiritual stones a year! Huang Shan sighed. It was so close, but it seemed so far away. The opportunity that Ning Daoran had was something he would never be able to achieve in his lifetime.

…

Afternoon.

A sound transmission note flew into the small cloud and mist formation, fluttering around like a trapped dragonfly.

"Come."

Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed, the small cloud array dispersed, and a sound transmission note flew into his hand, which recorded a passage from Chen Ping'er: "Fellow Daoist Ning, the Bull Demon Master you mentioned to me before, now I finally have news. If you want to know, you can come to Qingxiefang and I will tell you in detail."

"Bull Demon Master..."

Ning Daoran frowned, finally finding out the whereabouts of this person. For a moment, his mind recalled the old senior brother in the middle stage of Qi training who was called Old Sun when he first came to Chaos Sect more than 20 years ago.

Old Sun was the previous owner of Spiritual Field No. 77. Before he left, he left many cultivators' belongings to Ning Daoran, which was actually a favor to him.

Unfortunately, on his way back home, Brother Sun was killed by a robbery cultivator named Niu Mo Zhenren.

"Old Deer, go out and take your stuff with you!"

Ning Daoran shouted.

"Oh?"

The big stupid deer was surprised.

Ning Daoran said solemnly, "When we first came here, do you still remember that Senior Brother Sun? The spiritual hoe in your hand was left by him."

"Oh." The big stupid deer nodded, of course he remembered it.

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Ning Daoran continued, "Senior Brother Sun retired and returned to his hometown. On his way back, he was killed by a robber cultivator named Niu Mo Zhenren. Now that I have found out the whereabouts of Niu Mo Zhenren, do you two want to avenge Senior Brother Sun?"

“Ahhhh~~~”

More than twenty cross-shaped veins instantly appeared on the big stupid deer's forehead! ...

Qingxiefang, elegant room.

Chen Ping'er served a cup of fragrant tea and sat opposite Ning Daoran, with Dabenlu also sitting beside them.

Her red lips silently opened and closed, and she transmitted the message: "I just got the news. There is a Qingniu Mountain 500 miles west of Chaos Sect. There is a second-level lower-grade spiritual vein on Qingniu Mountain. It was originally guarded by a Li family of immortal cultivators.

But just ten years ago, this Li family of immortal cultivators suffered a disaster and were almost wiped out. Later, a great cultivator named Liu Zhenren came and occupied this spiritual vein.

He recruited many disciples and founded a sect called 'Liuyun Sect'. It is said that he has hundreds of disciples. "

As she spoke, Chen Ping'er smiled slightly and transmitted her voice: "This Liu Zhenren is the Niu Mo Zhenren who was a robbery cultivator back then. He was exposed in a recent operation, so I got this news."

"Qingniu Mountain... Liuyun Sect... Master Liu..."

Ning Daoran slowly recited these names and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen. This information is very important to me. This is the reward for getting the information. Although it's not much, it's a token of my appreciation."

As he spoke, he took out fifty spirit stones and slowly pushed them out.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Chen Ping'er laughed angrily, "Ping'er and you have known each other for many years. Do you have to be so polite about such a small matter? Please take back the spirit stone."

"One thing at a time."

Ning Daoran said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, it will cost you spirit stones to send people out to gather information. Friendship is friendship, and business is business. I didn't intend to ask you to do things for free."

"Since fellow Taoist insists..."

Chen Ping'er accepted the spirit stone and said, "Master Niu Mo was already in the early stage of foundation building twenty years ago. Now he may have been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building. If you really want to take action, you must think carefully."

"rest assured."

Ning Daoran got up and left. After the big stupid deer flew into the Lingpu Cave, he turned into a beam of light and flew straight towards Qingniu Mountain.

…

Five hundred miles away is just a cup of tea for Ning Daoran’s speed of escape.

Not long after, a figure fell from the sky like a fallen leaf and sank into a thousand-year-old tree. The old tree was perched on the top of the mountain, just overlooking the scenery of the entire Liuyun Sect.

In the sect, men and women were coming and going constantly.

Ning Daoran watched for a while and decided not to take action in Liuyun Sect.

The best way is to lure Niu Mo Zhenren out of Liuyun Sect and kill him outside.

And in order to lure a former calamity cultivator out of the sect, one naturally needs a large-scale bait.

…

Qingniufang Market.

There is a market town less than a few miles away from Liuyun Sect, which is crowded with independent cultivators from the nearby area and just opened for business recently.

“Swish!”

A figure fell from the clouds. It was Ning Daoran, who had disguised himself as a gaunt old man. His cultivation was suppressed to the Perfect Qi Refining stage, because this realm could best whet the appetite of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

In the market town, there are many vendors setting up stalls, but basically the treasures on the stalls are only limited to those in the Qi Refining Stage.

But deep in the market town, there is a huge tent, which is shrouded by invisible restrictions. One needs to pay a spirit stone ticket to enter.

This is a black market auction, a real place to sell stolen goods. It is said that the mastermind behind it is none other than the foundation-building ancestor of Liuyun Sect, otherwise ordinary people would not dare to organize an auction of this level.

Ning Daoran paid a spirit stone and strode into the auction.

All around him were cultivators of all kinds and from all walks of life. Judging from their cultivation levels, most of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refining or had reached the Perfect Qi Refining Stage. They were all the lucky few who were blocked from entering the realm of Foundation Establishment.

"Keng~~~"

The gong sounded, and a beautiful female cultivator said with a smile: "The next item to be auctioned is a mid-grade magical instrument, the Swallow Tail Shuttle. Although it has a slight flaw, it can still exert great power. The starting price is 150 spirit stones. Fellow Taoists who are interested can bid."

Ning Daoran frowned. An auction of this level seemed quite boring.

He waited for a long time, and the female cultivator finally took out something decent.

"Everyone."

She flipped her palm and a thick book appeared. She said, "Please take a look. This is a legacy of the second-level, middle-grade Blood-Transforming Soul-Chasing Formation. Are there any Taoist friends who are interested?"

"Blood-transforming Soul-chasing Formation?"

Suddenly, a large group of monks were stunned, and no one made a sound.

(End of this chapter)