This Taoist robe is a magic-grade equipment. Although the three skills attached to it are very ordinary, it can still be sold for more than ten spirit stones if it is taken out of the secret realm. However, it is obvious that Xu Feng will not take this benefit seriously. As long as he can keep the small ginseng fruit tree in the secret realm, Xu Feng believes that a large number of disciples in the sect will come to him with treasures and beg to exchange them.

At this moment, Xu Feng suddenly received a message from the field; [The small ginseng fruit tree cannot absorb the chaotic aura and will wither and die in 24 hours. Please plant the fruit tree immediately in an area full of chaotic aura! ]

Xu Feng frowned slightly. He found that the small ginseng fruit trees did not seem to be a very precious resource in this secret realm. There were thirty small ginseng fruit trees in the Sanqing Temple alone, which cultivated small ginseng fruits for the lowest-level god, the God of Land. Places like the Sanqing Temple must have a lot of trees.

Xu Feng discovered that even from the Netherworld Pavilion and the Purple Sky Sect, no one had ever thought of taking these small ginseng fruit trees. Instead, they were competing with each other for the ripe small ginseng fruits, and even divided up each other's spheres of influence in this secret realm. This was a bit strange.

Now it seems that cultivating small ginseng fruit trees requires the aura of chaos, which should be the reason why they do not transplant the fruit trees.

"The chaotic aura refers to the chaotic energy in the void of the lower realm?" Xu Feng frowned slightly and thought to himself.

There is a formation separating the upper world and the lower world. Baimai Sect has one chance a year to enter the lower world to recruit disciples, but this opportunity only comes once a year, and at most it lasts for less than a month, which is impossible to use to cultivate small ginseng fruit trees!

"What a pity. Now we can only find a remote area to plant this fruit tree and see if it can be saved!" Xu Feng said to himself.

In this case, Xu Feng would probably have to come to the secret realm to harvest once a year like other disciples of other sects. Xu Feng believed that people like Senior Brother Bian Ye must have a secret orchard, or like the Zixiao Sect, they had already controlled an orchard of the natives of the secret realm and would come to harvest once a year.

"The small ginseng fruit tree only bears fruit once every thirty years. If you want to have a harvest every year, you must plant at least thirty small ginseng fruits!" Xu Feng said to himself.

These fruit trees are in the hands of gods. It would be very difficult for monks like them to obtain the fruit trees.

Just when Xu Feng was hesitating about where to plant the fruit tree, a roar suddenly came from the sky in the secret realm;

The four sacred beasts, Phoenix, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Azure Dragon, appeared, and a sacred beast that looked like a Qilin also appeared in the center.

The next moment, a wisp of chaotic energy descended from the sky and landed on the small ginseng fruit tree. The originally sluggish fruit tree suddenly stretched out its branches and leaves. Xu Feng could even feel that the roots that had originally been like dead snakes began to become active and penetrated deep into the tree.

In fact, the small ginseng fruit tree also inherited the characteristics of the ginseng fruit tree. It can take root in the void and absorb the chaotic breath in the void. However, when it is transplanted, it needs to be supplied with chaotic breath for a period of time in advance to allow it to grow, completely adapt to the new environment, and allow the roots to take root again.

During this period, the chaotic aura is like a nutrient solution. Without it, the small ginseng fruit tree will wither and die within 24 hours and will have no chance to reroot.

[The small ginseng fruit tree absorbs a wisp of chaotic breath, begins to adapt to the new environment, and re-roots! Please keep giving the small ginseng fruit tree a wisp of chaotic breath every twelve hours. After one year, the small ginseng fruit tree will completely adapt to the new environment and take root in the void. At that time, the fruit tree will absorb the chaotic breath by itself! ]

"Chaos Qilin Beast!" Xu Feng showed a look of surprise on his face: "How could I forget about my Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation? The central beast is the Chaos Qilin Beast. The breath it exhales is mixed with the breath of chaos. Hahaha! It seems that I need to transplant more small ginseng fruit trees and plant them all in the secret realm..."

The successful transplantation of the small ginseng fruit tree was a pleasant surprise for Xu Feng. If he could leave the secret realm, this small ginseng fruit tree might be the only one in the entire Baimai Xianzong, and its value would be inestimable.

"Digging up a small ginseng fruit tree from Zixiao Sect, this is a mortal enemy!" A smile appeared on Xu Feng's face. He didn't know that Gu Cheng chose to conceal it for him in order to evade responsibility, so Bai Qiwei did not regard Xu Feng as an enemy.

"It is better to leave here as soon as possible and go to the place where I will meet up with Senior Brother Bian Ye." Xu Feng said to himself.

The Zixiao Sect has its own sphere of influence in this secret wild place. Then Xu Feng believes that the Qinglian Sect, which also belongs to the Baimai Immortal Sect, must also have its own sphere of influence. Perhaps, like the Zixiao Sect, it has one or two Taoist temples and manors that plant small ginseng fruit trees.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng immediately left the valley and flew straight to the place he had agreed with Bian Ye and the others;

Not long after Xu Feng left, a light golden beetle flew over from a distance and hovered for a long time where Xu Feng stayed. Soon, Gu Cheng's figure appeared in the valley. After looking around, a smile appeared on Gu Cheng's face.

"It looks like he just left. Haha, he is so brave that he even dared to dig up the small ginseng fruit tree of Zixiao Sect!" Gu Cheng couldn't help but smile.

At this time, in Sanqing Temple, disciples of Zixiao Sect had discovered that a small ginseng fruit tree was missing in the orchard, and it was a tree whose fruit was about to mature, which meant that there would be no share for next year.

"Damn it, idiot, idiot!" Bai Qiwei was venting madly in Sanqing Temple. This time, all the small ginseng fruits offered to the God of Land were robbed by the Netherworld Pavilion. Sanqing Temple was not doing its job well, but the main responsibility would definitely be borne by the abbot of Sanqing Temple, who was the master in Qingmu's mouth. The few small ginseng fruits allocated to Zixiao Sect were not lost.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

But if a complete ginseng fruit tree was stolen and the God of Land knew about it, the entire Sanqing Temple would probably have to be cleaned up. The most important thing is that there will be no share of ginseng fruit next year. Within the sect, Bai Qiwei, who is in charge of Sanqing Temple, will definitely be punished!

"Where is that kid Gu Cheng? Come here right now!" Bai Qiwei frowned and immediately wanted to make Gu Cheng take the blame. After all, Gu Cheng was the last person to leave, and Gu Cheng himself was the responsibility to protect the orchard.

As for the fact that he followed his orders and went to support, how come Bai Qiwei had no recollection of this? Gu Cheng must have been trying to evade responsibility and making up stories.

"Humph, all the fellow apprentices present here can attest that I have never said that to Gu Cheng!" Bai Qiwei's eyes rolled, and he thought to himself, "The responsibility of losing the little ginseng fruit tree is too great, and I can't bear it alone. Gu Cheng, I have to let you suffer!"

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(End of this chapter)