Chapter 160 Giving Up
"Disciples who participate in the competition will receive a maximum reward of 500,000 contribution points, 1,000 minor merit points, and 50 major merit points, depending on the number of victories. They will also be rewarded with a number of spiritual items that match their cultivation level, enough to sustain the cultivation needs of two or three minor cultivation levels."
"Disciples can earn points by submitting the tokens of their slaying of demonic beasts to the Enforcement Hall branch here. Details of the points system are as follows..."
Lin Jiuxiao spoke slowly and deliberately, but Ji An's attention drifted elsewhere, and he stopped listening.
The rewards offered by the sect were not tempting enough for him, because he knew that with his current strength, he would not be able to get the highest reward. Only if he had the defensive spiritual artifact, the Apricot Yellow Flag, would he have a chance.
If you stay in Mingfeng Mountain for three or four years, the harvest of spirit wood from Chiyan Peak will be greatly reduced. The output there is something you can actually control, while the sect's rewards are just a pipe dream.
Most importantly, he is currently at a critical juncture, and several planting methods, such as the Thick Earth Returning to Origin Mantra, will gradually reach the Great Perfection level in the next few years.
If he doesn't stay at Crimson Flame Peak, the cultivation of second-tier Crimson Cloud Pine will have to stop. Using fire elemental essence to nourish the spiritual wood is one aspect, but his daily use of the Great Perfection level Flame Fire Spell is also a very important part.
In addition, without his daily use of the Azure Wood Transformation Technique and the Thick Earth Returning to Origin Mantra, the benefits of Jade Leaf Mulberry and Copper Pattern Mulberry would be greatly reduced.
For Ji Anlai, the losses he suffered were probably about the same as the gains, so there was no point in staying here to hunt monsters.
Mingfeng Mountain is a second-tier high-grade spiritual vein, but it will inevitably be divided into multiple areas, and the core area will not be available to a Foundation Establishment cultivator like him.
Every day, the stone turtle goes out to hunt monsters, which inevitably reduces its efficiency in absorbing spiritual energy.
The spiritual vein node of Crimson Flame Peak has reached the middle grade of the second tier, but it is exclusively for his use. It possesses all types of spiritual energy, which can maximize the function of the stone turtle.
Taking all factors into consideration, Ji An decided to give up participating in this competition and return to Crimson Flame Peak to develop his skills in silence.
After the internal meeting, Ji An returned to his camp.
Zhong Yue said, "The rewards for this competition are much better than last time. Senior Brother Ji, are you interested in staying here to hunt monsters?"
In his opinion, Ji An's fire magic was quite exquisite, and he was able to seize fleeting opportunities.
If such cultivators participate in the early Foundation Establishment stage competitions, they will have many opportunities to be selected and win a number of matches.
The opponent's only weakness is that they don't have any magical artifacts.
Ji An waved his hand gently and said:
"I still feel more secure staying in the sect and cultivating the spirit fields, so I won't participate in the kill list."
Han Qingshan chimed in, "Senior brother is right. With your skill in planting techniques, you must have suffered considerable losses after traveling around for three or four years."
After witnessing the level of Ji An's magic, he was filled with admiration.
Zhong Yue shook his head slightly. In a few years, when the demon calamity breaks out, there will be no pure land in the entire Western Continent. Even the spirit farmers will probably be conscripted to carry out combat missions.
Ji An took out the Black Wind Wolf Demon Core from his storage bag and said:
"Senior Brother Zhong, the hides of late-stage Foundation Establishment demon beasts can be used to make first-grade top-quality talismans. I am also a talisman maker. I wonder if you could give me the beast hides?"
I'll buy it with spirit stones, or exchange it for a top-grade explosive talisman.
Since yesterday's operation was a group effort, the materials from the late-stage Foundation Establishment monsters killed have all been handed over to the sect in exchange for corresponding contribution points.
Today, the Black Wind Wolf was killed by three people working together, and Zhong Yue deserves some credit for it.
As for Glory's share, he will find an opportunity to return it.
The materials from a late-stage Foundation Establishment demon beast are precious, but not worth owing a favor for.
"The credit for killing the Black Wind Wolves today belongs mostly to my senior brothers and sisters. I didn't play a key role, so I won't be included in the distribution of the spoils."
"This won't do."
Ji An shook his head. Since the other party had participated in the battle, they should at least get a share of the spoils.
After discussing for a long time, he finally took out fifteen explosive talismans and handed them to Zhong Yue, keeping all the monster materials for himself.
the next day.
Jia Yu gathered all the spirit farmers together and said:
"We have harvested a lot of spiritual plants on Mingfeng Mountain. Starting today, we need to start building the Immortal City. The sect has decided to entrust the transplantation task to you."
You will then depart with the flying boat and return to your sect.
We've encountered a rather tricky problem: because we've discovered a lot of spiritual plants, we need to use a large number of spirit-sealing talismans during transplantation, and the ones we brought are simply not enough.
"Anyone among you carrying a Spirit Sealing Talisman can hand it over to the sect; each talisman will be exchanged for 300 contribution points."
The Spirit Sealing Talisman is a relatively rare type of talisman, and only spirit farmers usually keep this type of talisman on hand.
Upon hearing that they could soon return to their sect, the spirit farmers handed over the spirit-sealing talismans they had preserved.
When Jia Yu saw the count, she frowned slightly. Less than two hundred sheets—not nearly enough.
Ji An stood up and said:
"Reporting to my master, I am a talisman maker and can draw spirit-sealing talismans."
He actually had no experience in drawing spirit-sealing talismans, but he could take this opportunity to practice a lot and improve his proficiency in drawing spirit-sealing talismans.
The sealing talisman is extremely unstable when drawn on talisman paper, so it needs to be drawn on animal hide.
This battle resulted in the slaying of a large number of Black Wind Wolves, and there are plenty of low-level animal hides available.
At this critical juncture, shouldn't the sect provide the materials?
Jia Yu's eyes lit up, and she smiled:
“Very good, I will now inform the other disciples to quickly process the animal hides and make talisman ink.”
Each successful creation of a spirit-sealing talisman rewards thirty contribution points.
"We will certainly live up to the sect's expectations!"
Ji An answered decisively, and then, while the others were preparing materials, he secretly took out the Qingyang Talisman Manual and learned on the spot how to draw a spirit-sealing talisman.
There were more than twenty other talisman makers who also received the same task.
Ten days later.
Han Qingshan walked into the simple wooden house and smiled:
"Senior Brother Ji, Uncle Jia asked me to inform everyone that we have enough spirit-sealing talismans."
Ji An let out a wail, put down his talisman brush, and gave up drawing the last talisman.
The sect is pressing him hard, and he's been working overtime these past few days. He imagines the other talisman makers are in the same boat.
His spiritual sense far surpasses that of other cultivators of the same level; other talisman makers probably have a much harder time.
At this moment, Ji An felt a tearing sensation in his head, a sign of excessive consumption of his spiritual energy.
These days, he draws a hundred talismans every day, with an average success rate of just over 40%.
He pressed his temples hard, thinking that if he had the chance, he could buy some spiritual medicine that could speed up the recovery of his consciousness, or something similar.
Han Qingshan walked to his side and said:
“Senior brother, the other spirit farmers have been leaving one after another with the sect’s flying boats in the past few days. We are the last batch.”
The airship is now loading the last batch of spiritual plants; we'll be able to depart shortly.
He paused, then said:
"There aren't many spirit farmers left, and we still need your participation in the transplantation work."
'They're treating me like a slave!'
Ji An grinned and waved his hand, saying:
"Please allow me to meditate and rest for a while to recover my energy."
The headache is so severe that I probably won't be able to continue casting spells for much longer.
"Your senior brother's condition is of utmost importance."
Han Qingshan responded and pulled up a chair to sit down and wait.
Ji An sat cross-legged on the futon, concentrating his mind and trying to clear his thoughts as much as possible, visualizing clouds gathering in the sky and drifting with the wind.
Fifteen minutes later, he felt the pain subside significantly and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Senior Brother Han, let's go."
The sooner we complete the transplant mission, the sooner we can return to our sect.
Ji An stepped out of the wooden house and found that Mingfeng Mountain had changed drastically.
The monks built their cave dwellings along the mountainside, and they have now built them up to the mountainside.
He gave a wry smile and said:
"I've been drawing talismans at home for the past few days, and now I feel like I've lived in another world."
In just a few days, a mountain town has been built to this extent. If all goes well, it will be open to the public next month.
Cultivators are also quite adept at infrastructure construction.
Han Qingshan smiled and said:
"Based on the location of the spiritual vein nodes, the array masters have divided the area into many regions, and the concentration of spiritual energy in each region will be different."
The shops and cave dwellings in each area are to be rented or sold, and of course, they are distinguished into different grades.
The work of crafting the array should be prioritized; otherwise, construction will proceed much faster.
Ji An patted his spirit beast pouch, releasing a gray-feathered sand goose. He saw Han Qingshan's tamed beast and said:
"Senior Brother Han's mount is also a sand goose?"
“The sand goose has a broad back, making it more comfortable to ride.”
Ji An nodded slightly; the other person was also a pragmatist.
The two mounted their beasts, and Han Qingshan said:
“Senior brother, those places where you can still see plants are the spiritual plants that need to be transplanted.”
The spiritual herbs and trees that were of little use had already been harvested to make way for the construction of the immortal city.
Ji An nodded and said:
Let's split up.
Ji An landed and asked:
"What happened?"
He saw a group of people surrounding the Xuan Ye Sword Bamboo, but they weren't transplanting it, and he didn't know what they were doing.
"Senior brother, this kind of spiritual bamboo is called Xuan Ye Jian Zhu (Mysterious Leaf Sword Bamboo). They can modify the growth environment."
The ground surface is as hard as refined iron; we cannot cut it.
A Foundation Establishment stage spiritual farmer replied that he had just tried to cut it with brute force, but this method would damage the spiritual plant because the bamboo stalk itself is not particularly hard.
As a result, Li Haoran, who happened to be passing by, gave him a serious warning, saying that he must not damage the spiritual plant in the slightest. At that time, the piercing sword intent made his face sting.
Ji An raised an eyebrow slightly. Xuan Ye Sword Bamboo does indeed have this characteristic. The soil on its surface is a mixture of earth elemental spiritual energy and metal elemental spiritual energy, making it extremely hard.
To transplant it, this hard clod of soil must be softened and plied.
Ji An made a hand seal and released the Flame Fire Spell.
Fire generates earth and melts metal, but the Flame Fire Curse belongs to the Ding Fire element, which is not as fierce, but it can increase the permeability of the soil and invigorate the metal element's spiritual energy.
Orange-red light spread across the ground, making the people nearby feel as if they were sitting around a warm campfire.
'You're an expert!'
Liu Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. Li Haoran's domineering attitude displeased him. In his opinion, since none of the sect's top spiritual farmers had accompanied Mingfeng Mountain on this trip, it would be impossible to perfectly transplant the Xuan Ye Sword Bamboo.
His plan was to stall here and see how Li Haoran would handle the situation, but in the end, he would most likely have to resort to violence.
After the fire elemental light faded, Ji An made a hand seal and released the Thick Earth Returning to Origin Mantra, using his own earth elemental power to nourish and soften the soil.
A yellow aura enveloped the area, and the soil became as moist as topaz.
After repeating the spell twice, Ji An picked up some fine soil and said:
"We can proceed with the transplant now."
Liu Qingfeng walked over and said with a smile:
"My name is Liu Qingfeng. Senior Brother, your talent is admirable. May I ask your esteemed name?"
He thought to himself:
'When did such a person emerge? How come we never heard a word about him before? The circle of Foundation Establishment stage spirit farmers isn't that big.'
(End of this chapter)
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