Chapter 9
Prepare!
Time flies and three months have passed in a flash.
During this period, the crops in the spiritual fields were harvested three times, and a lot of low-grade spiritual stones were earned.
All of them became nutrients for the space.
Yan Qingyan has been very busy in the past three months. She has been soaking in the space almost every day and night, and taking time to use her wood-type supernatural powers to nourish the Hongmeng purple spiritual grass.
She was rarely seen during the day, and even used fasting pills instead of meals, which surprised Ling Mochen.
He even teased her whether she had been possessed by some old monster, which made Yan Qingyan roll her eyes.
There are great rewards behind the hard work.
Not only has her level 4 ability touched the threshold of level 5, but six of the Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass have been cultivated to eight hundred years old!
Not enough!
The older the spiritual plant gets, the harder it is for it to grow. A thousand years is a big hurdle!
'It would be great if my supernatural power could be upgraded to level five right now,' Yan Qingyan thought.
After resting for a while, Yan Qingyan swallowed a fasting pill and continued to work hard.
Being soft-hearted to your present self is being cruel to your future self. You can’t stop!
She wants to cultivate immortality!
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There is no sense of night and day in this space, and it is easy for people to ignore the passage of time.
early morning.
Ling Mochen carried a bucket of blended spiritual spring water to the spiritual field.
Yan Qingyan focused her energy on the Hongmeng purple spiritual grass and had no time to take care of the other spiritual plants in the spiritual field.
When Yan Qingyan decided to start her "retreat", she handed the seven acres of spiritual farmland to Ling Mochen to take care of.
Under Ling Mochen's care, the Wei Ling flower and the Bone-penetrating Grass were obviously not as good as those cultivated by Yan Qingyan. In order to prevent the quality of the refined Wei Ling paste from declining, Yan Qingyan specially left a whole tank of spiritual spring water.
Produced by Space, the effect is outstanding.
The spiritual spring water diluted at a ratio of 10:1 has an effect comparable to that of wood spiritual magic.
"Master Ling is here!"
"Good morning, Brother Chen!"
"Good morning." Ling Mochen smiled faintly.
"Brother Chen is alone again. When will Qingyan go out?"
"She has something to do and is in seclusion."
"What's the matter?"
Ling Mochen smiled and said nothing.
Many people had already arrived at Lingtian early in the morning.
The villagers of Yujiang Village are quite enthusiastic and like to chat while working.
Many people were curious about where Yan Qingyan had been these days as she had not been seen for several months.
But Master Ling was tight-lipped and I couldn't get anything out of him after asking him several times.
The villagers did not dare to ask any further questions. No matter how poor the man was, he was from a big family and was not someone that small people like them could afford to offend.
A few years ago, a big incident happened near their place. Villagers from a neighboring village bought a child bride from a human trafficker, but they didn't treat her well and often beat and scolded her. Not long after, the girl's biological father came looking for her, and he was a monk. The entire village was massacred!
There was also a village in the next town. I heard that the manager of that village was unlucky enough to encounter an earthworm just as he arrived at the village gate. He was seriously injured and passed out. After waking up, he found that all his belongings had been stolen. The man asked his family for help, and after an investigation, he found that the thieves were all villagers from that village, and the entire village was massacred.
There is also Lao Liu's wife's family home, which is several towns away from here. It is said that an evil cultivator came and performed some kind of "blood sacrifice" for his cultivation. He slaughtered two villages in succession before being killed by the local big families.
In the eyes of those immortal cultivators, the lives of mortals are like ants, and slaughtering a village is like stepping on an ant nest.
They are jealous and respectful of the immortal cultivators, but they are more afraid of them.
Ling Mochen watered the spiritual plants skillfully. The villagers around him looked at the bucket in his hand with some warmth in their eyes.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Young Master Ling's farming ability was far inferior to that of Miss Yan, but the spiritual plants he cultivated were almost the same, probably because of the 'water'.
The experienced villagers even checked the soil in his home and found that the quality of this spiritual field was much better than when the two first arrived.
The villagers were jealous. It was indeed a big family with so many good things!
Soon, a morning passed and Ling Mochen returned home carrying his tools.
There were many children laughing and playing at the door. Some of them used bricks as "pots" and used weeds as ingredients to cook "dishes".
Ling Mochen looked at it curiously, it turned out that this was the 'playing house' that children loved to play.
The spiritual fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden have been growing well with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water.
Because Yan Qingyan likes to eat eggs and rabbit meat, Ling Mochen likes to eat chicken, and there are a few chickens and rabbits in the backyard.
Ling Mochen picked a few spiritual fruits, put down his farming tools, and turned back to the house.
......
At this time, the backyard vegetable garden was empty.
Sudden......
Squeak——
“Squeak!”
A mouse quietly crawled towards the bag of magical rice and was pierced through by the sharp thorns of the vine.
The blood dripped onto the soil, staining it scarlet.
Soon, the land rolled and squirmed, and the rats and the blood on the ground disappeared completely.
Those were the vine seeds that Yan Qingyan had buried in advance. They contained rich wood-related abilities and were spread throughout the entire house.
Unbeknownst to Ling Mochen, Yan Qingyan had already turned this family into an ironclad entity.
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The living room inside the house.
Ling Mochen ate lunch alone again. The ingredients were the same, but he felt that it was not as tasty as before.
Isn't it possible that his cooking skills have deteriorated instead of improved?
Just as Ling Mochen was puzzled, the sound of a door opening was heard.
Squeak——
Yan Qingyan walked out of the bedroom with some dark circles under her eyes.
She naturally walked to the other side of the table and served herself a bowl of rice.
"I have finished taking the fasting pills," Yan Qingyan said dryly under Ling Mochen's fixed gaze.
Ling Mochen chuckled, a soft touch passed through his heart, and he said softly, "Let's eat later and give ourselves some time to rest."
"good."
Today's spiritual food seems to be even more delicious than usual.
Yan Qingyan said to her future self in her heart that everything should be done in a combination of work and rest, and don’t be impatient, because impatient people cannot eat hot tofu.
Drip.
It started to drizzle and there were fewer and fewer people on the road.
In Yujiang Town.
A group of seven people came to the Yan family's Pharmacy, all of them were cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.
The Wei Ling ointment refined by Ling Mochen is extremely effective, and many cultivators in the Qi Refining stage often come to this Yan's pharmacy to buy it.
The product was selling like hot cakes, and other merchants in the same industry began to inquire about the source of the Wei Ling ointment.
Upon inquiry, it turned out that it was made by the young master of the Ling family. Everyone looked at the Ling family's business with a somewhat subtle look.
The manager of the Ling family business did not take this seriously at first. He thought that he was just a useless person abandoned by the family. What big things could he do?
For the next few months, due to the hot sales of the cost-effective Wei Ling ointment, many independent cultivators came all the way to Yan's Pharmacy to buy it. Even many people in his Ling's business discussed it and became increasingly unhappy.
In the past few months, the steward of the Ling family has often complained to people he knows, saying that this young master of the direct lineage is confused. It was clearly the daughter of the Yan family who made him a cripple, but he sold good things to his enemies. Isn't there something wrong with his brain? !
People in the world of immortal cultivation also love gossip. As a former genius, Ling Mochen is naturally the focus of many people's gossip.
Even if he left Danyang City and lived in obscurity in a remote place where no one lives, he would still be mentioned occasionally.
Then, the news that Ling Mochen could refine medicine for injuries and earned a large amount of low-grade spirit stones, but only sold them to the Yan family and not to his own family spread to Qingyang City.
Naturally, it also reached Ling Yaozu's ears.
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