"Oh, we should get a basin."

Judging from the performance of the stone of the white-haired scaly monster, Jiang Li was 70% sure that there should be a scaly monster egg inside, and this was the child of the white-haired scaly monster.

So the question is, what is the use of an albino scale demon egg? He brought a basin with half a bucket of well water in it, and then put the stone on top of the basin like beating an egg, stuck the two thumb nails in the gap of the stone, and slowly increased the force!

Jiang Li is now a genuine internal martial artist. The strength in his hands is comparable to that of iron pliers, and his nails infused with internal strength are sharper and tougher than a dagger.

The originally imperceptible gap gradually grew larger, and you could see inside that the stones were originally glued together with a white mucus.

Use force suddenly!

Pah! A round object fell out of the stone, landed in the basin, splashed a little, and then floated on the water.

This... is a seed? [Name: Spiritual Root Seed?]

【Type: Miscellaneous】

[Rank: Unknown]

【Note: Not recommended for consumption. 】

I guessed wrong. What was hidden in this stone was not the egg of a scale monster, but something that was identified as a [Spiritual Root Seed].

Spiritual root... Could it be the spiritual root I was thinking of? This thing is called a spiritual root seed. Could it be that if I plant it in the soil and water it, it will grow a spiritual root? Jiang Li was a little confused. Shouldn't spiritual root be an abstract talent for cultivating immortals?

Apart from his offspring roots, he didn't think he had any organs that could be called "spiritual roots".

Moreover, after the identification effect, there was a question mark after the name of the spiritual root seed. This had never happened before, and Jiang Li didn't understand what it meant.

"Strange things."

After making sure that there was really nothing else in the stone shell, Jiang Li picked up the seed and studied it.

He found nothing except the hard outer shell of the seeds.

After thinking about it, Jiang Li found an earthenware pot in the backyard of the dormitory, filled it with soil, watered it thoroughly, and then planted the seed in it.

This thing should be quite valuable. The identification technique suggests that it is not edible. But since it is a seed, there should be no problem in planting it.

Place the pottery basin on the table by the window on the second floor so that it can get sunlight when the window is opened.

During this period, Yan Hong came again and gave him the moon that his nineteen subordinates had handed in.

The monthly salary for these lower-grade spiritual root disciples is one spirit stone, five energy-recovering pills, and five energy-nourishing pills per person.

There are a total of nineteen spirit stones, ninety-five recovery pills, and ninety-five nourishing pills.

The two of them first took back their own capital, that is, Jiang Li took back eight spirit stones, and Yan Hong also took back two spirit stones.

Then the rest was divided equally between the two.

Those 19 subordinates didn't say anything, but they were always somewhat dissatisfied in their hearts. It seems that they will need to receive some psychological counseling after a while.

"Jiang Li, I heard that it takes at least ten days for a disciple with a top-grade spiritual root to get started with Qi training, and there are many who take as long as a month."

"For disciples with mid-level spiritual roots, it usually takes one to three months, and that's even if they meditate diligently every day."

"Not to mention those with low-grade and inferior spiritual roots. Many disciples were not even able to draw Qi into their bodies after the first year of the new disciple period."

Both of them felt helpless about this long journey of cultivating immortals.

"Take your time. Once you draw the Qi into your body, you can use the elixir to assist. Then it will be easier."

We had dinner together again. To be honest, the food at the outer gate of Sutra Canggu was quite good, with unlimited amounts of both meat and vegetables.

However, all the newly joined outer disciples had no appetite to enjoy the food.

Both of them ate very quickly. After complaining for a while about how difficult it was to master the exercises, their bodies honestly went back to meditating.

. . . .

In the next half month, Jiang Li spent most of his time exploring and practicing the martial arts.

He also attended several open classes at Waimen University.

This school actually has classes every day, but they are usually basic and literacy courses.

The social structure of this world is very backward, and the level of knowledge and popularization is very low.

Therefore, these regular cultural classes are aimed at this group of new disciples who are still illiterate.

The lessons taught by the elders one day a week are the truly valuable courses.

For example, the origin history of cultivators, how to interpret the terminology of exercises, common misunderstandings among novices in cultivation, precautions when taking elixirs, and so on.

Just like in the classroom in the previous life, what the disciples like to listen to most is the stories about the immortal world told by the senior brothers when they brag and show off.

These details of knowledge rarely appear in books, but they are essential common sense on the road to becoming an immortal.

Any little information leaked from these elders could help them avoid many detours.

"Today's lecture is really timely. I have been stuck on that corner for five days without any progress. I can definitely make further progress tonight."

Yan Hong was very excited, and looked as if he would be able to break through to the Qi Refining Stage soon.

"Me too. Before, I only noticed the effect of time on the practice of the technique, and ignored all other aspects. No wonder I always felt so strange and sluggish when practicing."

"By the way, where are the things I asked you to help buy before? Have they arrived?"

"Yes, I have already bought it. It is in my yard. However, even this kind of thing costs one spirit stone. You are going to lose a lot this time."

Yan Hong looked depressed, but Jiang Li didn't care much.

The same thing has different values ​​in the eyes of different people.

Besides, Jiang Li wanted it in a hurry, so it was inevitable that the price would be a bit higher.

Back in Yan Hong's backyard, a log that was at least as big as two people could hug was lying there quietly.

Jiang Li walked forward and looked at the tree rings. The tree was sixty-nine years old, older than his two lifetimes combined.

"Not bad, not bad, thanks brother, this is a great help."

This is naturally a locust tree, although it is just an ordinary locust tree trunk, which can be bought with some gold and silver in the secular world.

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But an old locust tree that is more than sixty years old is not easy to find, and since he is in a sect in the immortal cultivation world and cannot rely on the power of the mortal world, he can only buy it at the expensive price of a spirit stone.

He stretched out his hands to hug the tree trunk, exerted force with his feet, and the internal force of Sui Hu Gong spread throughout his body. He lifted the tree trunk, which weighed at least 800 kilograms, and placed it on his shoulders.

"Let's go. Now that you have this thing, you can be ready to call me Senior Brother."

Jiang Li was very confident and walked away carrying the heavy tree trunk.

Since the university class ended late today, the moon was already high in the sky. He did not go back to the dormitory directly, but walked towards a remote wasteland outside the gate.

During this more than half a month, he was no longer a fool who was oblivious to what was happening outside, and he had basically understood the basic terrain of the outer gate.

The place he was going to was a cemetery, a mass grave for the outer sect! In his previous conversation with Yu Banxia, ​​he had learned that the Sutra Library recruited six to seven hundred disciples every year, but the number of outer sect disciples remained stable at around eight thousand all year round.

It is understood that every year, outer disciples can be promoted to inner disciples through outer sect competitions and training breakthroughs, but there are only a few dozen of them.

What about the other disciples? How did they disappear? They died because of something that went wrong in their training.

He died in a fight among his disciples.

Died in danger while on a mission.

In short, out of the 365 days in a year, one or two people would die in the entire outer sect every day.

Then, over the years, the unique landscape of the outer gate cemetery was finally created.

At first glance, under the moonlight, tombstones were next to each other, grave mounds were stacked on top of each other, cold wind was blowing, ghost fires were floating, and from time to time, bursts of ghost howling could be heard.

The area of ​​this cemetery does not seem to be any smaller than the outer residential area, but the tombs are still so crowded.

Jiang Li was carrying a locust tree log, which was very heavy under his feet, and from time to time he could hear crisp breaking sounds coming from the ground beneath.

I'm afraid that every inch of land below here is filled with bones.

"Don't be surprised if there's something strange~Don't be surprised if there's something strange~"

For a cemetery with such a dense population of burials and such a long history, it is perfectly normal for zombies to appear and be haunted.

This means that if a ghost appears in a sect, it will be killed at will. If it were in the outside world, it would definitely be a paradise for ghosts and a deserted place for all living things.

After finding a slightly flat ground, Jiang Li let out a light sigh and smashed the locust tree on his shoulder directly into the ground.

"Damn it! My internal energy is almost exhausted."

After resting for a while, I readjusted my state.

Jiang Li hurriedly made preparations. He didn't come here to digest the food he had eaten.

He took off his shoes, stood with his legs apart, and buried his bare feet in the soil. The cool and smooth feeling made him feel somewhat comfortable.

In the moonlight, his shadow overlapped with the locust tree log.

Jiang Li slowly opened his hands, and from the shadow, it looked as if the locust tree had grown two new branches.

Just standing there, Jiang Li closed his eyes and visualized and practiced the "Ghost Wood Art" in the gloomy cemetery.

Sophora japonica! The ghost in the wood! Its roots drink the Yellow Spring of the Nine Netherworld! Its leaves cover the moon in the sky! This time, Jiang Li felt that the practice was far different from before. The cold Yin Wood Qi was clearly visible in his feeling, and it was constantly becoming more and more intense.

That's for sure. Although the outer disciples are not of high rank and not very strong, they are all cultivators. The negative energy and resentment that a cultivator can generate after his death naturally far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Over the past two hundred years, more than tens of thousands of outer disciples have been buried in this cemetery.

Therefore, even if it was not originally, this cemetery has been transformed into a place of extreme darkness.

However, locust wood is a yin wood that can attract ghosts. According to secular tradition, it is a tree that should never be seen around cemeteries.

But this time, Jiang Li carried a sixty-nine-year-old locust tree trunk and stood in the mass grave outside the gate.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and the thick yin energy began to gather towards Jiang Li's direction. Ghost fires ignited in the air, floating in the air, and their number increased.

Hundreds of green ghost fires surrounded Jiang Li and slowly floated along with the vortex of yin energy.

(End of this chapter)