Coo, coo, coo! The spiritual spring is surging.
Strands of spiritual energy floated out from the gushing spring water and were drawn by Kong Jue, who was sitting on the edge of the spring, toward the two spiritual orifices in his body.
After being refined in the Frost-Nourishing Wheel Sutra, it is eventually transformed into pure spiritual power, returned to the Dantian, and nourishes the spiritual wheel.
It was unknown how long he had been practicing. Kong Jue withdrew from his practice and stood up with his slender figure.
Compared to half a month ago, his aura has become slightly stronger.
This speed of cultivation is almost beyond that of ordinary disciples with three spiritual orifices.
"It is worthy of being called a spiritual spring. No wonder every outer sect disciple wants to enter the inner sect. With the help of this spiritual eye, cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort."
Kong Ju was in a good mood and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
His practice in the past half month is almost equivalent to a normal month.
At this rate, it would not take a year to cultivate to the fourth level of Yanglun; half a year would be enough.
"This is based on the premise that the spiritual spring is not big. The spiritual eyes that inner disciples use to assist in their cultivation are probably more than twice as big as this spiritual eye."
"It seems that I still have to try my best to enter the inner gate in the future."
Kong Ju, who has experienced the benefits of the spiritual eye, has begun to think about the spiritual eye of the inner gate.
But that was a long time ago.
The inner sect has extremely strict selection process for disciples, and those who are able to enter are all extremely talented.
At least with Kong Ju's current strength, there is still a long way to go.
After stretching, Kong Ju took two steps and lay down on a stone bed near the rock wall of the cave.
Then he casually took out a bottle of pills from his arms and put it to his nose to smell it carefully.
A strong spicy smell wafted out of the bottle, stimulating Kong Jue so much that he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Ahem!"
Kong Ju seemed to have gotten used to the smell of the elixir in the bottle. He rubbed his nose nonchalantly and looked inside through the mouth of the bottle.
Three dark red pills lay quietly in the bottle.
These three pills are part of Chu Jianghe’s wealth.
Kong Ju picked them together with Changgong Fengyu half a month ago.
"Explosive Qi Pills, if taken, can arouse the spiritual power in the body of a cultivator in the Yanglun realm, temporarily improving their cultivation."
"Generally, disciples who like to fight will store some and take it when they are fighting desperately. It has a great side effect and will damage the meridians. The effect of the medicine will wear off in a cup of tea, and the spiritual energy in the body will be gone, leaving you at the mercy of others."
I recalled going to the alchemy room to inquire about the efficacy and side effects of these three pills.
Kong Qi pursed his lips.
You can imagine how powerful the medicinal effect of a elixir that can damage your meridians is.
The side effects are obvious, but the benefit is that it allows the person who swallows it to briefly have the capital to fight against enemies with higher cultivation levels than himself.
Of course, time only lasts a short time, and if it passes, you will be dead.
Even so, the Explosive Qi Pill is still one of the most popular pills in the alchemy room, with a single pill selling for as much as thirty spirit crystals.
The outside world is dangerous. When you travel outside, you will inevitably encounter strong enemies. You will be afraid that you will not even have the room to fight back when encountering an emergency.
The explosive pill can allow you to escape in a moment even if you cannot defeat the opponent.
"I can keep one as a backup, and sell the other two." Kong Ju was calculating.
With his current cultivation level, he could probably only withstand the side effects of one explosive pill. If he took a second one, his meridians would be completely ruined.
Chu Chujianghe probably only carried one of the Piaoyu Swords.
The remaining two coins can be cashed in and exchanged for other cultivation resources.
After careful consideration of how to deal with the explosive pill, Kong Ju climbed up from the stone bed and walked slowly out of the cave.
The time agreed with Makita has arrived.
He went to see what opportunities were waiting for him in the spiritual field.
"This opportunity is much more worthwhile than the one in the Miscellaneous Book House. It's worth five spirit crystals each time."
Inside the cave, Kong Ju's money-loving whispers could be heard.
It wasn't yet completely light.
Mutian, who has been a spiritual farmer for twenty years, sat down by the spiritual field early in the morning, looking blankly at the spiritual rice in the field with its lifeless body and yellow leaves, with his tanned face.
The heavy rain yesterday did not make the magical rice look radiant.
The culprits are the black marrow-eating locusts that are the size of an index finger and have long transparent wings.
They flew and jumped in the fields, climbed on the branches of the spiritual rice, and greedily sucked the juice.
At first, Makita would try to drive them away, even catching them one by one, but then he became numb.
Those marrow-eating worms cannot be driven away or killed completely. Catching them one by one is far from enough to keep up with their reproductive capacity.
Mutian also knows some Taoist magic, but he doesn't dare to use it for fear of destroying the spiritual rice along with it.
Just as he said to Kong Ju yesterday, Mutian didn't even dare to invite those other disciples who practiced ice-based techniques, because the murderous aura was too heavy and Lingdao could not bear it.
When he was young, he was also an outer disciple with high spirits. However, due to the limitation of his talent, he was unable to make a breakthrough and finally could only be a spiritual farmer.
I have been farming in the Cangwu sect for a full twenty years.
That's how his life has been.
However, his child was also detected to have spiritual acumen a few years ago, and will be sent to the Cangwu sect for training next year.
He planned to retire and return to his hometown after finishing his work this year to enjoy a peaceful life, and leave all the spiritual crystals he earned in the past twenty years to his children.
It's almost the last year of this year, and God is so cruel that he wants me to get nothing.
The sect’s punishment would definitely not be light.
Makita's thoughts drifted further and further away.
He was completely unaware that the morning light was shining on the tall young man who was getting closer and closer.
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"Brother Pastor, I'm here!" The young man's clear voice echoed in the fields.
…
Kong Ju didn't mind the mud and dirt in the spiritual field. He just stood in the middle of the spiritual field, bent down, and stared at the marrow-eating insects clinging to a spiritual rice plant without blinking.
The insect was completely unaware of the approaching danger and inserted its mouthparts into the spiritual rice, savoring the sweet juice of the spiritual rice.
Kong Ju stretched out his hand and pinched the marrow-eating worm that ignored him between his two fingers. After looking at it for a moment, he looked at Mu Tian who was following closely behind him.
"Is this thing really so difficult?"
The latter sighed and nodded with a melancholy look on his face.
Kong Ju didn't ask any more questions and secretly mobilized his spiritual power to flow between his two fingers.
The marrow-eating worm, which was still alive and kicking, realized that danger was approaching and wanted to spread its wings and fly away, but it could not break free from Kong Ju's fingers.
Eventually, it was wrapped in the spiritual power of the Frost-Nourishing Wheel Sutra and turned into an insect corpse covered with white frost.
Snap! Kong Jue used two fingers to exert a little force and slowly crushed the marrow-eating worm's corpse.
The latter didn't move either.
After Kong Ju did all this, he gained confidence.
"There should be no problem!" Nodding to Mutian behind him, Kong Ju made a careful judgment.
Makita's face was filled with ecstasy, and he said sincerely, "Then I'll trouble Junior Brother Kong."
After saying that, he hurriedly left Lingtian, leaving Kong Ju alone.
The latter stood among the waist-high spiritual rice, looked at the spiritual field full of marrow-eating insects flapping their wings with his narrow eyes, and took a deep breath slowly.
Inhale! The air rushed in, and his chest swelled up.
At the same time, the spiritual energy in his dantian that was used to nourish the spirit wheel also flowed rapidly in his meridians.
Unlike the situation when he broke the Red Cloud Formation, this time his Cold Breath Technique took some time to brew.
When the breath in his chest and the spiritual power flowing around his body reached a certain critical point, he opened his mouth slightly.
Huh! A gentle cold breath spread out from his mouth like mist.
The white cold air instantly enveloped Kong Jue completely.
The accumulated water on the spiritual rice under his feet was covered with a layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With this as the center, the frost quickly spread around the spiritual field.
Wherever it passed, the marrow-eating insects that clung to the spiritual rice and sucked the juice naturally could not escape the fate of being covered by the cold air.
The dark insect body was, as expected, frozen on the spiritual rice by the cold air, turning into an ice sculpture and destroying all life.
As for the spiritual rice, it was also covered with frost.
Spiritual rice is different from ordinary rice. It is cold-resistant and heat-resistant, but it is afraid of insects.
In addition, Kong Jue deliberately controlled the power of the Cold Breath Technique, reducing its lethality and converting it into coverage.
Therefore, the roots of the spiritual rice were not harmed.
Within a few breaths, most of the spiritual field had been covered by the mist of the cold breath technique.
As the cold breath technique continued, Kong Ju, who was in the center of the cold air, could clearly feel the spiritual power in his body being consumed at a terrifying rate.
This was the first time he used the Cold Breath Technique on such a large scale.
"My cultivation is still too low." Muttering to himself, Kong Ju did not interrupt the release of the Cold Breath Technique.
He exhaled again, trying desperately to control his spiritual power and maintain the spread of the cold breath technique.
Until the entire spiritual field was covered by the cold breath technique.
At the edge of the spiritual field, Mutian looked anxiously towards the center of the spiritual field, where the figure of Kong Ju was shrouded in white and difficult to see with the naked eye.
“It must succeed.”
(End of this chapter)