Zhang Ling has some experience in fish farming. Of course, the bigger the pond, the better, so that big and good fish can be raised!
After all, Chi Xiao cannot raise a real dragon, which is an irrefutable truth in this world.
——
After a period of time, Zhang Ling inspected the entire jurisdiction of Jieyang Mountain and found that there was still no trace of monsters. Instead, there were a few mountain spirits that had just begun to gain intelligence and were imitating the way humans walked.
He didn't pay much attention to it. God is merciful and kind. As long as these mountain spirits don't cause trouble and bring disaster to the world, he will just let them be.
As the saying goes, a moment in the mountains is like many years in the world.
The days passed quickly, and twenty years went by in the blink of an eye.
The peach trees in the Changsheng Blessed Land unexpectedly grew all over the spiritual field, and the peach fruits they produced contained spiritual energy.
The brocade carps in the spiritual pond have undergone some changes. Each of them has grown a three-foot-long dragon whisker, and their bodies have become longer and more powerful. I am afraid that it will not be long before the 100-acre pond will not be able to accommodate these fat kids.
In this way, another eighty-one years passed, and there was still no incident in Xieyang Mountain, and peace was common.
Perhaps, this is the normal situation that a fairy living in a remote corner experiences throughout his life.
After all, the human world is the territory of heaven, and it is not easy to encounter a monster that breaks the rules.
Most of the minor immortal officials who guard the human world die in silence without any merit or demerit.
There is peace in Jieyang Mountain and tranquility in the land of longevity.
The peach blossoms emit a sweet fragrance along with the breeze.
In his spare time, Zhang Ling would sit under a peach tree, play chess, drink and have fun alone.
Or you can feed the fish by the spiritual pond and watch the brocade carp swimming and tumbling in the water, leaping into the air, and then falling into the water with a splash.
In terms of work, Zhang Ling, in addition to guarding the people of Jieyang Mountain from sunrise to sunset every day, also tried his best to meditate, make merit, and practice hard.
There are no monsters to kill, and the mountain gods cannot leave the realm at will. The only thing we can do is to be self-reliant!
Finally, one day.
Xie Yang Mountain, inside the Tiger Mansion.
Zhang Ling was unstoppable and pushed his cultivation level firmly into the realm of earthly immortality!
[Name: Zhang Ling]
[Lifespan: 600/2000]
[Immortal Position: Eighth-Rank Mountain God]
[Realm: Earthly Immortal Great Perfection Realm]
[Magic Powers: Knowing Time, Knowing Places, Opening Walls, Summoning People, Walking on Earth, Marrying Dreams, Invisibility]
[Longevity Blessings: Spiritual Field (1000 mu), Spiritual Pond (100 mu), Spiritual Mountain (1 mu)]
Now Zhang Ling is only one step away from the heavenly fairyland, but this step is not so easy to take.
If one does not rely on slaying demons to improve his cultivation, he can only meditate and practice hard, or farm in blessed land.
But if this is the case, when will one be able to enter the heavenly realm?
Zhang Ling thought about this and considered whether to ask the god on duty to see if he knew where to buy spirit seeds.
As the realm rises, the resources consumed increase exponentially, and ordinary mortal seeds no longer play a significant role.
It is similar to the peaches in the spiritual field. If they were eaten by mortals, they would have infinite benefits, but now they are slightly inferior if eaten by oneself.
After all, these peach trees are mutated mortal species, not spiritual or immortal species.
The original purpose of planting it was to commemorate the charismatic flying centipede.
Only in this way can he have a clear mind and travel freely on the path to immortality.
Zhang Ling took out a magic talisman from his bosom. This was a communication token sent by the god a hundred years ago.
Just crush it gently and the god of time will come as soon as possible.
Hey!
Suddenly, Zhang Ling's blood boiled. He counted with his fingers and had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
