Silver-red butterfly
That’s right, Lan Xianghan’s parents had suspected before that she knew the secret of ripening spiritual plants, but she didn’t know it at the time. Now she knows because there is a control group.
The spiritual-replenishing herbs she burned with the silver-red butterfly fire grew better than those burned by other Lan family monks with fireball magic.
The reason is butterflies.
In Butterfly Granny's Herb Garden, in addition to low-level spiritual plants, there are also heavenly spiritual fruits that take a hundred years to bear fruit, and ginseng fruits that take a thousand years to bear fruit. However, Butterfly Granny is trapped in the sea of fire alone, and her cultivation is very high. Unless she has been trapped here since birth, how could she artificially cultivate thousand-year-old ginseng fruits?
The only special thing is what she overlooked.
The magical butterflies in Baicao Garden fluttered around, casting dots of silver light. I used to think that the butterfly grandmother thought they were beautiful and raised a few butterflies.
It now seems that the phosphorus powder of the spirit butterfly has special effects, which can ripen spiritual plants and shorten their growth time.
In order to verify it again, Qian Luo finished her big meal at Qianjinlou and hurried back to experiment. She took out the purple spirit fruit and roasted it with the silver-red butterfly fire. She found that it was not only not burned dry, but became more lively.
The half green and half purple purple spirit fruit gradually turned into full purple, plump and juicy, and was fully ripe!
"It turns out that the Psylocke can actually ripen spiritual plants. I didn't expect that the Psylocke could use my gift so effectively!"
Qianluo was ecstatic! This meant that the ginseng fruit, which takes a thousand years to mature, could also ripen in five hundred! This was a must-have cheat for leveling up in cultivation!
One more secret, I must never tell anyone else!
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The Lan family's eldest elder began a retreat to cultivate, striving for a breakthrough to the Jindan stage. Qianluo also wanted to practice in seclusion, but after learning the secret of the Silver-Red Butterfly Fire, she lost interest in practicing and felt a little irritable, so she went out for a walk.
Qianluo unknowingly walked to the cabin in the back mountain. The mountains were beautiful and the air was fresh. There was a tranquility that would never be disturbed, a scene where time seemed to stop forever, and poor parents who were immersed in sorrow.
Inside the fence gate, the woman who was watering the plants had a dull expression on her face. She was doing her job mechanically, without a trace of spirit. Her face was pale and she looked dazed. It was Lan Mingzhu's mother, Lan Fangshu.
Since she learned of Mingzhu's death, she cried bitterly and almost collapsed. After waking up, her husband advised her to take care of herself. Mingzhu also hoped that they could live well, but she felt guilty and regretful, and would rather not have woken up and lived in her own world.
But now that she was truly awake, she was in agony and didn't know what to do. Every morning she went to the ancestral hall to clean the memorial tablets. At noon she watered Mingzhu's favorite purple-moon holly flowers. In the afternoon she sat blankly at the table, staring at the myriad lights of the Qionghua Valley, her eyes empty, her mind lost. At night she meditated and cultivated.
Day after day, she was exhausted. Time passed quickly, yet it also seemed to pass slowly. She lived in the memories of the past and didn't want to look forward.
"Auntie Lan..."
Qianluo called out several times before Lan Fangshu came back to her senses. She slowly raised her eyelids and looked at her listlessly: "It's you..."
"Come in... The Second Elder is talking to Caiying about something and is not here." Lan Fangshu tried hard to pretend to be a normal person, inviting Qianluo in, pouring tea and chatting.
Qianluo looked around and found that the cabin was even cleaner and tidier than when she first came here. She probably thought Lan Fangshu had cleaned it up a bit. She took the steaming hot tea and smiled, "It's nice to be away from the hustle and bustle here."
"Really?" Lan Fangshu looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. Not far away were mountains and flowing water, and nearby was the leisurely and contented life of retirement. She had been out there, taking risks to secure treasure for her daughter, her nerves on edge, not daring to relax for a moment.
When she was robbing treasures outside, no one could be trusted except her husband. Murder and arson were common occurrences. She was on the tip of a knife, feeling uneasy. For several nights, she could not concentrate on meditation.
What I wanted most at that time was to wait until my daughter had established her foundation, and then I would build a wooden house like this behind the old house, where I could pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely and relaxed.
She didn't expect this day to come so early, but she was not as happy as before.
"But without Mingzhu by my side, there's no hope for life like this. I want to die but can't, and I want to live...it's worse than death."
"Take this hairpin."
Lan Fangshu stroked the orchid hairpin in her hand: "This hairpin is a gift from us to Mingzhu. She gave it to you so that you could deliver her ashes to the Lan family's old house."
"Since it's her promise, we can't take it by force. You can take it. I see that the hairpin has used up its defense mechanism three times. It's not easy for a girl like you who practices Qi to be outside. You still need a magic weapon to protect yourself."
"And I don't know what method you used, but this hairpin turned into a high-level spiritual weapon. It will be of great benefit to your future foundation building and fighting. We can't take away what is good for others."
Her eyes were clearly filled with reluctance, but she handed the hairpin to Qianluo: "Put it on. I want to see how you look wearing the orchid hairpin."
Qianluo originally didn't want to take it because she already had the better Dragon Roar Umbrella Sword, which was both offensive and defensive. The orchid hairpin was the only thought Lan Mingzhu left for her parents, carrying the beautiful memories of their family of three.
But Lan Fangshu's eyes were sad, as if she was looking at another person through her, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
Qianluo could only put the orchid hairpin on her head. The orchid was integrated with the jade, and the purple orchid quietly bloomed, lifelike. The girl smiled, with the rising sun between her eyebrows and dimples at the corners of her lips. She was not afraid of life and not worried about death.
This is what Lan Mingzhu looked like before.
Mingzhu was about the same age at the time, young and energetic. He didn't like the family's arrangements and insisted on going out to hunt for treasures and improve his cultivation. When he smiled, there was always sunshine in his eyes and a spirit of not admitting defeat.
"Mom and Dad! Just listen to me! I must try to go outside. I can't let you run around for me!"
"I don't care whether you agree or not, I just want to go outside. I heard that there are good things coming out in the lower three districts, Ziqudonglai, and I have to go and see it!"
"I'm not a flower in a greenhouse. I want to be a female eagle soaring in the sky! Mighty, powerful, and free!"
The daughter's voice seemed to come from far away, so clear and real. She chattered incessantly, full of hope for the future, scoffing at the unfair treatment within the clan, and feeling sorry for her parents' efforts. The old house could not contain her longing for the outside world.
Her face was so clear, so distant, and so dazzling, even more radiant than the jade on Fuyu Mountain. Her temper was as hard and stubborn as the jade, and she would never look back.
How could such a lively and angry little girl disappear forever?
Lan Fangshu blinked quickly, tears welling up in her eyes. "How long have you been away from home? Don't you miss your parents?"
She seemed to be talking to Lan Mingzhu, wanting to ask her if she regretted leaving her parents and if she missed them.
Qian Luo shook her head, knowing that Lan Fangshu mistook her for Lan Mingzhu: "I don't have any parents, only a grandmother and a brother. My grandmother is dead, and my brother's whereabouts are unknown."
Lan Fangshu pinched her palms, trying hard to get an answer: "Then did you come out to find your brother, to find your family? Do you miss them very much?"
"Did your parents abandon you and you want to find them? Ask for a reason."
For the first time, Qianluo revealed her true feelings for this body's biological parents: "I don't know if they abandoned me, but I've never thought about finding out about my origins. When I was conscious, my grandmother and brother were by my side. They are my family. I don't need parents who are only related by blood but didn't raise me."
Lan Fangshu was puzzled, her brows furrowed tightly. "How could someone not miss their parents? How could someone not want to know their own life story?"
"Parents are the people closest to you!"
Back then, Mingzhu had ignored their advice and secretly run off to District 8! Why didn't she listen to her parents? Why did she insist on going to a place where there were no tigers or wolves?
Even if there are treasures there, it is not something a Qi-cultivating cultivator can covet. Why don't you listen to your parents' advice? Your parents are taking risks to seize treasures outside just to support their daughter's cultivation. Why don't you accept your parents' help?
At this moment, she was stuck in a dead end. She wanted to get Lan Mingzhu's regret and guilt from Qianluo, and wanted Qianluo to admit that she missed her parents. She became paranoid and crazy!
Her whole body was filled with spiritual energy fluctuations, her eyes were red, her whole body was shaking, and she was screaming miserably!
Damn it! It was her words that irritated Lan Fangshu!
If this continues, she will lose her mind again like before!
Qian Luo held her cold hand and said calmly, "Mom, I've said it before, I don't blame anyone. I only blame myself for not being as skilled as others. It was my own choice to leave the Lan family mansion and go to District 8. I want to be free and do whatever I want. I don't regret going to District 8, nor do I regret being your daughter!"
The wind and clouds changed, and a vortex of spiritual energy appeared around her! The tables, chairs and benches all shattered, her long hair fluttered, her eyes were red, she had lost her mind!
Even his cultivation level skyrocketed from the Qi training stage to the peak of his cultivation level, the middle stage of foundation building!
Although Qianluo's cultivation was higher than Lan Fangshu's, she did not dare to hurt her at will!
She just held her cold right hand, her eyes calm. At first, she just wanted to pretend to be Lan Mingzhu and say a few nice words. Later, she spoke more and more fluently, as if she and Lan Mingzhu were already the same person, or she understood Lan Mingzhu at that time.
"I have had poor spiritual roots since I was young, and my cultivation is mediocre. I am not a good seedling to be cultivated by the clan, but I don't believe in spiritual roots, I don't believe in fate, I want to carve out my own path!"
"I don't want to be a little bird under my parents' wings, unable to withstand the wind and rain. I want to find the Tao and treasure on my own! My life span has come to an end, and my cultivation has not improved at all. I have no choice but to go to the eighth district to search for treasure."
"The path of cultivation is inherently against heaven! How many people risk their lives for a piece of news whose truth they don't know, steal treasures from secret realms and kill people, while noble families fight for resources. Everyone wants to become an immortal, but no one has that one in a million chance!"
"You only have one life! You can only gamble with one life! Gamble on the unforeseeable future, gamble on the unprovable path!"
Qian Luo looked at Lan Fangshu, and seemed to see Lan Mingzhu, Yan Bufan, Wang Tongtian, Chen Ziqiu and the mortal couple she had killed.
"I don't know the palace in heaven, I only know the common ants!"
If her cultivation level could not advance, she would end up in the same situation as them. Killing is not enough, if she kills others, others will kill her too.
In the world of cultivating immortals, it has always been a matter of survival of the fittest, regardless of right or wrong!
The reason she was able to kill Yan Bufan, Wang Tongtian, and Chen Ziqiu was never because she was right, but because she was strong!
Only when you become stronger, you have the right to say right or wrong!
What she considers right is wrong in the eyes of the three of them! If one day she were to fall into the same situation as the three of them without the Immortal Cultivation Simulator, would she kill innocent people?
She didn't dare to make a promise easily, because she couldn't guarantee that she would keep her original intention in a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years!
She finally realized what she was missing. What she lacked was the recognition that deep down she disagreed with the ideas of the chief of the lower three districts, but she had to admit that lifespan and cultivation were important!
Time, oh time, has taken away so many monks. Fate, oh fate, has brought down so many geniuses.
There are never so many great principles in cultivating immortals. Kindness, kindness, and warm memories will all be gone with the wind. It is a cruel competition where one gambles his life and uses all means to become stronger!
Only by betting everything can you have the capital to get to the top!
Therefore, the opportunity to form the elixir has arrived!
Lan Fangshu in front of her gradually calmed down after her words. The spiritual energy fluctuations around her disappeared, and she fainted on the ground. Qianluo pulled out the hairpin on her head, inserted it into Lan Fangshu's head, and used magic to send her out of the fence house.
"I'm about to form a pill, I'm sorry!"
With a "boom", the defensive formation was activated and a blue light barrier rose, covering everything in the cabin. In order to prevent anyone from entering with malicious intent, Qianluo released Chi Zhao.
When everything was over, Qianluo took out the Golden Pill, her eyes shining, she was finally able to form the pill!
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Lan Family Old House
"What's that sound? It seems like the spiritual energy is disordered!"
"It seems to be the area behind the Lan family's old house. Isn't that where Mingzhu's parents live?"
Lan Caiying, who was discussing something with Lan Baicao, had a serious expression on his face. He clenched his hands and frowned, "What you said..."
Lan Baicao covered the teacup to block out the fragrant spiritual tea and sighed, "My sister is in seclusion now, and the Lan family doesn't have many foundation-building cultivators. I'm telling you what I know, and I hope you can lend me a hand. At the very least, protect the Lan family while my sister is in seclusion."
"Okay... I will definitely protect the family!" Lan Caiying is not a coward. Lan Xianghan's parents are also present. Lan Xianghan is young, so it is not appropriate to tell her too much.
The four of them heard the monk's voice outside and were shocked: "What's going on?"
"Oh no, something happened to Fangshu!" Lan Caiying quickly flew on his sword and came to the outside of the fence house. Seeing the unconscious Lan Fangshu, he was extremely anxious!
"Fang Shu!!!"
The other three followed closely behind. Lan Baicao had some knowledge of medicine. After using her spiritual energy to examine his entire body, she said calmly, "It's okay, don't worry. He's just unconscious. He'll be fine once he wakes up."
Lan Wenxin looked at the ten-meter-high closed defensive formation in front of her. It was towering and difficult to cross. Although it was a primary formation, it was complex and novel, and difficult to break for a while.
The defensive formation also blocked spiritual observation, making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening. Someone could come and go freely in the Lan family's home, even passing through the old house and reaching the cabin with precision, without harming anyone.
Besides that mysterious female cultivator, who else could it be?
Lan Baicao exchanged a glance with the other three people: "Nothing happened today."
"Caiying, take Fangshu back to the old house to rest. During this period, no Lan family cultivators are allowed to enter the back mountain!"
After the five of them left, Lan Baicao waved his sleeves, and a flash of inspiration appeared. Everything in the back mountain returned to normal. There was no formation of dozens of meters, nor any fenced wooden house.
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A few months later, inside a house somewhere.
Wei Wuji, who had lost his grandson, had a pale face and no longer had the arrogance of the past. He walked into the house with a hunched back like a real old man.
He looked around and finally spotted the person hiding in the darkness. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time: "What brings you to me today? Chao'er is dead, and there's no news from the ancestor. I don't want to get involved in any conspiracy lately. I just want to quietly keep vigil for Chao'er."
The man said in a low and gentle voice: "Don't worry, I have good news for you today."
"What?" Wei Wuji sneered.
The man replied slowly, "Wei Tianliu is dead."
"What?!" Wei Wuji's eyes widened, and he cried out in disbelief, "You're kidding me! My ancestor is in the early stages of Jindan and is a candidate for district chief. Who would be so bold as to take action under the nose of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance?"
"And what good news is this? This will do us no good at all. With our ancestor dead, what will happen to our Wei family? What about our future plans?"
The man suddenly laughed, his voice was chilling, and the light tail sound was like a deadly scorpion, with its long and curved tail standing high, showing its sharp edge.
"Of course it was Jiang Baizhi, who had already taken the position of District Chief. The Immortal Cultivation Alliance simply turned a blind eye. If you're stupid enough to ask why Jiang Baizhi wanted to kill Wei Tianliu, then I can only say that you're not ruthless enough and don't know how to root out the problem! The first thing Jiang Baizhi did upon returning to District Six was to annihilate your Wei family. He would brand you as slaves of the Jiang family, making you a subsidiary family!"
When Wei Wuji thought about his descendants being enslaved, he trembled with anger, his eyes red, and he asked loudly, "So, what good news do you have today?"
"Don't worry, just listen to me."
"Jiang Baizhi hasn't returned yet, which means we still have room to maneuver. As long as we kill all the other families during this period of time and then do something on Jiang Baizhi's way back, we can also wipe out the roots!"
Wei Wuji was overwhelmed with grief when he thought of his ancestor's death. When he heard that the other party was going to kill Jiang Baizhi, who was also in the early stage of Jindan, he raised his eyelids and said, "We don't have the strength to kill Jiang Baizhi."
"As long as you have the spirit stone, you can do anything." The man spoke in a low voice, like a bewitching fox demon.
"Don't worry, I won't let the Wei family bleed this time. We can find a weaker family..."
Wei Wuji understood what he was talking about, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "So that's how it is, this is your plan."
A cold and ruthless smile appeared on his lips: "Great, Chao'er is dead, and they will bury my grandson with him!"
The man, hidden in the darkness along with his black robe, made a low and hoarse voice, which grew louder and louder, carrying years of resentment and depression.
Outside, dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and a storm is coming.
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