Cultivation World 10 In times of crisis, you can also use the flute...
There are large areas of spiritual plants needed for yellow-level elixirs growing in the underground palace. As long as no one deliberately damages them, the spiritual plants here will continue to grow.
Even if this batch of people have finished harvesting them, after ten years of nourishment and recuperation from the spiritual energy, they will be able to grow into a large area again.
However, collecting spiritual plants requires skills and techniques. It takes a lot of effort for ordinary people to collect them without wasting spiritual energy.
The alchemy disciples of Qingyan Sect don't want to waste time collecting spiritual plants, so they want to exchange them with others.
When no one was interested in their magic weapons, Ling Xiyuan and Qingwen finally gave up the idea of setting up a stall. They either practiced in the hut or went to the underground palace to collect spiritual plants.
The Qingyan Sect simply forbade them to exchange high-grade elixirs for spiritual plants, but didn't say they couldn't pick them themselves.
Xie Yunsui found a corner in the hut and used the wood-type zombie crystal core to grow several gourd seedlings. Soon he had tens of thousands of small gourds.
The three of them sold space gourds peacefully for a while.
"Brother, Senior Sister Zhao Ying and the others are here."
Ling Xiyuan stayed in the small house to practice today, and suddenly heard Qingwen's voice.
Calculating the time, we have been in the secret realm for more than half a year. Before coming here, the disciples of Hengwu Pavilion each had a hand-drawn map made by their senior sister, but they have only just gathered now.
Ling Xiyuan went out and saw what they had experienced.
When Xie Yunsui came back from closing his stall, he saw that the small house was suddenly crowded with people, all of whom were dressed in rags and looked miserable, which was really frightening.
Two of the senior sisters had just changed into Qingwen's spare clothes and were complaining bitterly.
"You're back?" Ling Xiyuan made room for Xie Yunsui and said, "These are all my fellow disciples, Zhao Ying, Qian Qian, Xiang Pengyue..."
He introduced them one by one, then turned to his fellow disciples and said, "This is the immortal friend I just mentioned, Xie Yunsui."
Several Hengwu Pavilion disciples stood up and bowed to Xie Yunsui.
When they just came back, they were seriously injured. It was because of Xie Yunsui's high-grade elixir that they recovered so quickly. Naturally, they had to express their gratitude.
Xie Yunsui: "...You're welcome. What happened to you?"
Several of them had already confided in their senior brother, and were too embarrassed to reveal their uncivilized side in front of outsiders, so they asked Ling Xiyuan and Qingwen to relay the story.
It turned out that there were a total of ten disciples from Hengwu Pavilion this year. Except for Ling Xiyuan and Qingwen who were lucky enough to land not far from the underground palace, the rest were scattered on the edge of the secret realm and were not in the same place.
They had originally planned to meet at the underground palace first, but when they saw so many spiritual plants on the way, they couldn't help but stop to collect them.
Some of them got lost while picking, some encountered demonic cultivators, and some encountered fellow immortals fighting for spiritual plants... In short, because they were sound cultivators, rumor has it that none of them could fight, and they would always be the first to be picked on or attacked.
If everyone didn't know they couldn't fight, had excellent leg skills, and maxed out their escape skills, Hengwu Pavilion would have lost countless people this time.
Xie Yunsui: "..."
Everyone in the sect is not studying and practicing hard, but just thinking about escaping, right?
He glanced at Ling Xiyuan imperceptibly. Perhaps in the plot, when he saved the protagonist, he also did so with the idea that he could escape? He hadn't expected the other party to give him any chance at all.
Alas, the protagonist’s halo is too strong, and those who are on good terms with him all have no good ending.
"Have you ever met a lonely fellow practitioner who is good-looking but dressed simply?" Xie Yunsui asked.
A few people shook their heads, and Zhao Ying asked, "Is this someone Xianyou Xie knows?"
"We've met once, but we're not familiar with each other." Xie Yunsui smiled. "This man has several enemies. They are indiscriminate and will retaliate against anyone involved with him. But since you haven't met him, there shouldn't be any problem."
Ling Xiyuan: “…”
Everyone: “…”
It sounds weird.
After a few people rested, they spent money to buy a set of clothes from others before going to the underground palace to receive the inheritance. They were the last wave to receive the inheritance.
Except for Zhao Ying who had some talent and got a Xuan-level elixir, everyone else got a small wooden bottle as a consolation prize.
Qing Wen hugged Zhao Ying's arm and said with a smile, "That's great. Senior Sister Xiaoying will also be able to make money by refining pills in the future."
Zhao Ying: "I'm not sure I can make the elixir yet."
"What are you afraid of? We have many people, and there are so many spiritual plants in the underground palace. Just go ahead and refine them." Qian Qian held her hand: "Senior Sister Xiaoying, my magic weapon will depend on you from now on."
Xie Yunsui passed by and raised an eyebrow: "Did you receive the alchemy furnace given by Senior Alchemy Saint?"
Zhao Ying paused, slowly raised her eyes and blinked.
Senior Alchemy Saint...will you also give me an alchemy furnace?
Fortunately, Ling Xiyuan thought of this early and exchanged it for an alchemy furnace from another cultivator. It was not a very valuable thing, mostly common currency sold in weapon workshops, mainly for novice alchemists. It was mainly ugly but durable, and could withstand nearly a hundred explosions.
Xie Yunsui then taught Zhao Ying some experience in alchemy, and Zhao Ying began to make the elixir with some hesitation.
"Did Xianyou Xie and Senior Brother Ling really just meet by chance? Why does it feel like he's being so nice to us, like a second Senior Brother Ling?"
After Zhao Ying finally succeeded in refining a batch of pills, he was praised by Xie Yunsui and rewarded with a bottle of top-grade pills.
Zhao Ying was flattered. After confirming that Xie Yunsui had no feelings for her, she immediately went to find Qingwen.
Qing Wen tilted his head: "Brother Xie is also very good to me, isn't this normal?"
Zhao Ying, who had a few years more experience than Qing Wen, was shocked when she heard this: "Is this normal? When have you ever seen Master's friends take such good care of us?"
Qing Wen hesitated a beat and said, "Maybe it's because Brother Xie is pursuing Senior Brother Ling?"
"What?" Zhao Ying was stunned. "There's such a thing?"
Qingwen whispered to Zhao Ying about what he had seen, heard and guessed during this period, and Zhao Ying's eyes lit up as she listened.
Qian Qian turned around and saw their heads pressed together, and she pricked up her ears unconsciously.
A few days later, the disciples of Hengwu Pavilion looked at Xie Yunsui with a more friendly attitude.
Xie Yunsui:?
After that, the other disciples of Hengwu Pavilion followed Ling Xiyuan to collect spiritual plants for Xie Yunsui and Zhao Ying to use. Of course, most of them were given to Zhao Ying for consumption.
After Zhao Ying mastered the basics of Huilingdan, the disciples of Hengwu Pavilion were able to settle down in the underground palace.
Ling Xiyuan no longer stayed in the underground palace to look after Qingwen. He would occasionally go out with Xie Yunsui to pick some Xuan-level spiritual plants, or to fight monsters.
"Is the sound of your flute... due to this crack?" Xie Yunsui put away his sword and stepped on a monster.
Ling Xiyuan, who had just been assisting, came over and said, "I only have this flute. I didn't bring the one I used during my Qi training period."
Music cultivation uses music as a medium, and magical instruments are an important carrier, so even though I know that using this broken flute will weaken my strength, I can't change it.
Xie Yunsui observed it for a while. This flute was made of purple jade bamboo and contained spiritual energy.
Because of the crack, the flute is slowly leaking spiritual energy.
The more frequently Ling Xiyuan used it, the sooner the flute would become scrapped.
Xie Yunsui lowered his eyes. His so-called weapon refining method was actually quite different from that in this world, just like the alchemy here was different from the medicine making in the Western Fantasy World. It was just that he had the inheritance of the Alchemy Saint and could quickly convert after seeing the alchemy techniques.
He has not yet learned the weapon refining skills here, so he doesn't dare to repair it rashly, for fear of accidentally breaking it.
He actually had a few flutes in his hands, which he had bought when he and Xiaoxi signed up for an interest class in the modern world...
Xie Yunsui did not take it out immediately. At night, while Xiaoxi was sleeping, he secretly took a flute and carved a formation on it.
When these flutes were bought, no one thought that they could be used as magical instruments. This is really putting it in a difficult position.
After carving and scrapping three flutes, Xie Yunsui finally kept two flutes, one to increase attack power and the other to increase defense power.
The next day, Ling Xiyuan was shocked when he received two flutes. "Increasing attack power... that's understandable, but increasing defense power for the flute?"
His defensive power, when he activates the spiritual energy, protects the magic weapon itself, not the user.
"Ahem." Xie Yunsui's eyes shifted. "What if the flute is used to resist damage again? In an emergency, the flute can also be used for physical attacks."
Ling Xiyuan: “…”
This incident seemed to give Ling Xiyuan a strange guidance.
Two days later, the two encountered another monster. The monster's attack power was not strong, but it was as ghostly and agile as a rabbit. Xie Yunsui could not kill it with one blow.
Whenever Ling Xiyuan played the flute, he would be hit by the monster's claws unexpectedly. In a fit of rage, he would stop playing and switch to the defensive flute. Whenever he saw the monster showing up, he would hit it with a stick.
You know what, if we fight like this, whether we win or not is another matter, but it really makes me feel good.
Xie Yunsui: I always have a bad feeling.
A year in the secret realm passed quickly.
When it was time to open the secret realm, a dazzling white light first appeared somewhere in the secret realm. The monks in the underground palace had already been on high alert. When they saw the white light, some flew their swords, some took boats, or used two speed talismans to rush to the exit quickly.
Xie Yunsui followed Ling Xiyuan and his group, and when they came out of the secret realm, they found that there was a world of flying stones and yellow sand outside.
The inside and outside of the secret realm seemed like two different worlds, and Xie Yunsui finally felt that he was in the world of cultivation.
"We are going back to the sect and will say goodbye now. If you have time, you can come visit us at Hengwu Pavilion."
Ling Xiyuan gave Xie Yunsui a communication stone.
Xie Yunsui was about to say he would just go with him, but he caught a glimpse of a man in an ordinary gray robe quietly leaving. He paused and said, "Okay, I have some things to take care of. I'll leave Tiantian with you for now. If you need me, just call my name."
The little bee on the shoulder heard its own name and flapped its wings lazily.
Ling Xiyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly: "Yeah."
He already knew that the little bee was not only a communication tool, but could also be used as an offensive weapon if spiritual energy was injected into it.
When traveling with Xie Yunsui in the secret realm to hunt monsters, Ling Xiyuan once saw a little bee kill a monster that attacked him with one blow. The monster was able to restrain its breath and its strength was comparable to that of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. If it weren't for the little bee, he would have almost been killed.
Xie Yunsui never took back such a precious and valuable magic weapon.
A mortal's life span is no more than a hundred years. If a cultivator successfully cultivates Qi, he can gain an extra fifty years of life, and the foundation-building period can add another hundred years.
Time is long, so don’t rush.
Ling Xiyuan smiled, turned around and took his fellow junior brothers and sisters back to the sect to report.
Xie Yunsui watched their figures disappear, and then followed the direction Xie Yan left.
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