He doesn't have the habit of working hard and selling blood for others.
"But I heard that Qingxufang is planning to promote 'Dao Gong' as currency, which can be exchanged for many special treasures. Rumor has it that there are even top-grade inheritances, second-level magic weapons and spiritual veins among them!"
Hiss~ Li Qinglin couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
It seems that the Xu family has pushed the Cha family into a corner.
The Cha family was actually willing to use their spiritual veins as an incentive to boost the morale of this group of wild cultivators.
With a spiritual vein, even a cultivator with no background at all can become a king or an ancestor in time and form a small family of immortal cultivators.
If they reproduce for a hundred years, they might be able to support a foundation-building cultivator, and then all the chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven! "How do I obtain Dao Gong?" Li Qinglin asked.
“There are many channels.”
Wen Xun thought and replied,
"If you have a high level of cultivation, you can be invited to fight. If you have a skill, such as refining pills, refining tools, making talismans, spiritual plants, or stargazing, you can also gain Taoist merit."
"That's right."
At this point, Wen Xun seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said, "A few days ago, the Cha family suddenly increased their purchase of special spiritual plants, and even threatened that if someone could grow a high-grade mutant spiritual plant, they would double the purchase price and honor it as a sacrifice!"
Wen Xun's eyes were filled with reverie.
"A high-grade mutant spiritual plant. I, Wen, have been cultivating spiritual plants for my entire life, but I was lucky enough to cultivate a first-grade, mid-grade mutant yellow chrysanthemum."
"It's far from being worthy of the Cha family's attention."
Hearing this, Li Qinglin's heart suddenly moved.
…
Ming Jingzi is dead.
When the news came, it was the beginning of spring of the following year, and the mountains and fields were full of peach blossoms.
The Discipline Department specially sent Zhong Kou to inform Li Qinglin, saying that Ming Jingzi had left a will, leaving his cave to him.
Although it is not too valuable, it is still worth thirty or forty spirit stones.
The most important thing is that compared to Li Qinglin’s cave, it is closer to the spiritual vein.
It is also more suitable for the Immortal in the Pot, stealing spiritual energy from the outside world and infusing it into his own blessed land.
According to Zhong Kou, Ming Jingzi's eldest disciple, seeing that Ming Jingzi had not returned for a long time and had sent messages many times but received no reply, mistakenly thought that Ming Jingzi had died on the front line.
He then became malicious and wanted to harm Shen Dan and obtain the property and cave left by Ming Jingzi alone.
Unexpectedly, Ming Jingzi returned with a broken arm and discovered the conspiracy of his eldest disciple.
It is no longer possible to verify Ming Jingzi's complicated mood at that time.
When the Discipline Department discovered the aftermath of the fierce fight and rushed over, half of Ming Jingzi's eldest disciple's body had turned to ashes, and Ming Jingzi was only breathing his last breath.
The scene was extremely tragic, with the broken magic weapons deeply embedded in the ground.
The marks of burning and frost lasted for several days.
Ming Jingzi fought until his blood ran out.
Only Ming Jingzi knows the feeling and pain of being betrayed by the people you love and trust the most.
After hearing this, Li Qinglin felt deeply moved.
In the world of cultivating immortals, you can’t trust anyone, and the only one you can rely on is yourself.
"Senior Zhong Kou, do you know the whereabouts of Shen Dan?" Li Qinglin asked.
Zhong Kou was one of the deacons of the Qingshitan Sanshan Precepts Department. He personally killed Tao Xiuyun, who caused the insect pest.
Ten years have passed, and although Zhong Kou's aura is still as strong as ever, he is still at the stage of perfecting Qi training and has not broken through to the foundation-building stage.
His eyes were fierce, but they could not hide the vicissitudes of time. Even his upright body seemed a little hunched.
It is difficult to build a foundation. Even for Zhong Kou, he does not know when he can overcome the tribulation and when he can make a breakthrough.
"At Ming Jingzi's request, Shen Dan has been secretly escorted to the family in Mortal City. Sorry, I can't tell you any other information."
Li Qinglin nodded to show his understanding.
"Senior Zhong Kou, I have a humble request." Li Qinglin said suddenly.
"you say."
"I wonder where the body of Taoist friend Ming Jingzi is? He has been practicing here for decades, with morning bells and evening drums, bright moon and lonely clouds. I want him to return to his roots."
Li Qinglin said in a deep voice, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.
Zhong Kou did not refuse. After saying a few words, he turned into a flying rainbow and left.
Three days later.
The paper money thrown all over the sky finally fell in front of the tombstone.
Li Qinglin set up an altar and held a ceremony. After silently chanting the sutras to save the souls, he stood alone in front of the tomb with a bright mirror for a long time.
In a sense, Ming Jingzi was Li Qinglin's guide in cultivating immortals and laid the foundation for Li Qinglin's common sense in cultivating immortals.
Once upon a time, there were rolling waves on the banks of the Nituo River.
The scene of Master Ming Jingzi and his disciple building a thatched hut and living in the mountain, and Jade Yuanchan silently listening to the class, emerged clearly in Li Qinglin's mind.
After only ten years of cultivating immortals, Li Qinglin dug graves for three immortal practitioners and buried their bodies.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will witness more fellow Taoists, with whom he once chatted and laughed, leaving one by one.
Laying the foundation is difficult, and making the golden elixir is even more difficult.
It is common sense to die on the way for various reasons.
The cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation can be seen from this.
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But the more this happened, the more determined Li Qinglin became to seek the truth.
"I, Li Qinglin, cultivate immortality just to be able to do whatever I want, to decide my own life and death, to be free and carefree!"
"May the immortal way and martial arts prosper!"
…
One month later.
The fairy in the pot.
Li Qinglin's mind moved, and he controlled the spiritual energy. The rolling green spiritual energy gathered and condensed, and finally slowly formed a spiritual field.
Li Qinglin set up spirit gathering arrays in his own cave and Ming Jingzi's cave to gather the spiritual energy outside their bodies.
Then he pretended to practice Qigong and secretly poured spiritual Qi into Hu Zhongtian.
Although this move is far less significant than the improvement that the spiritual vein brings to Hu Zhongtian, it is also a helpless move that only has a short-term effect.
At this time, Li Qinglin came to the spiritual field area where the nameless Taoist seeds were planted.
He slowly took out a jade bottle, poured out the red and purple mixed blood of monsters, and poured it on these nameless Tao seeds.
After obtaining the cave of the bright mirror, Hu Zhongtian was barely able to nurture second-level spiritual plants.
With the Jade Yuan Chan and the Boundary Gate, the monsters in the Nituo River are simply moving fertilizers for ripening spiritual plants in Li Qinglin's eyes!
now,
With the watering of the monster's blood essence, the nameless spirit seed, which was originally weak and seemed to be dying, suddenly emitted a fluorescence visible to the naked eye.
The dry surface suddenly became round, covered with red and green patterns, revealing a unique and mysterious feeling.
Then, the shell breaks and new buds sprout.
The new shoots are tender, goose yellow in color, winding, and strong.
As it slowly moved, the soil in the spiritual field actually rose and fell slightly, forming ridges, gullies, stone walls, etc.
Seeing this, Li Qinglin vaguely remembered something, and his face suddenly lit up! Zizhi Dibao, a second-level lower-grade spiritual plant with earth attribute, can resonate with the earth during its movements. If a cultivator intervenes, even a Qigong cultivator can fly sand and rocks, carry mountains and wade through water, and hold out for several rounds under the hands of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.
Moreover, it is a naturally excellent spiritual plant for guarding the house. Any movement in the soil cannot escape the detection of the purple ganoderma treasure.
"If it is successfully cultivated and even allows the Purple Ganoderma to mutate, how much transformation degree should the Three-Spike Plantain obtain by borrowing its form to nourish its form?"
Li Qinglin was secretly delighted.
After cultivating some spiritual plants, Li Qinglin returned to the outside world and was preparing to move the blood-brown soil into Hu Zhongtian.
Buzz...
The sound of the Thousand Mile Note came.
Li Qinglin took it out and looked at it, and a message emerged in his mind.
"Han Fei, I have received a large order from Qingxufang. We need to cultivate many spiritual plants. We are short of manpower. Please come to this address to help take care of them. I will forgive you for what happened before. I will give you a chance. You must seize it well. - Zeng Jin"
Seeing this, Li Qinglin frowned.
Li Qinglin remembered that Zeng Jin had several spiritual plant apprentices under him, and if he went there, he would probably do the same hard labor.
Moreover, Zeng Jin did not mention a single word about the remuneration.
Perhaps, in Zeng Jin's opinion, Li Qinglin should be grateful for the opportunity to be taken advantage of by him for free.
Still have a chance? Li Qinglin lacks a chance? As expected, Li Qinglin ignored Zeng Jin and directly suppressed the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission.
(End of this chapter)