Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 151 Sect Message
Ten days later.

Liu Suyun held up the flying carpet woven from spiritual silk, smiling brightly:

“Thank you for your hospitality, Junior Brother. I will give you a discount if you purchase supplies from me next time.

If the golden spider starts producing silk, I will send you a message."

All the spiritual fruits are ripe and she is about to leave.

These days, the golden-spotted spider has swallowed twenty-two top-grade earth spirit fruits, and recovered nearly 20% of its vitality. The effect of these fruits is better than she expected.

By the time the Earth Spirit Fruit she planted matured, she was confident that the beast's vitality could be fully restored.

Ji An bowed and said with a smile:
"Sister, remember what I said today. If the discount you give me is not enough, I will not agree."

"I promise you'll be satisfied. Goodbye!"

Liu Suyun covered her mouth and chuckled, then flew away on the flying carpet. In the sunlight, the floating flying carpet looked like a colorful spiritual cloud.

Xia Yuhan looked up at the sky and murmured:
"It's so beautiful! I wish I had a flying magic weapon like this."

Ji An curled his lips. The flying carpet magic weapon was not fast and was definitely not practical for him, but for many people who liked appearance, beauty was justice.

After seeing the guests off, he said:

"I'm going to the valley and will be back in the evening. I'll make some stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots for you."

Wei Songnian announced yesterday that the spiritual field had been cleared and that the blood-sucking vines would be planted today.

Xia Yuhan lowered her head slightly: "As you command, I will go pick fresh spiritual mushrooms and catch fire rabbits now."

To make stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, it tastes better when paired with fresh meat.

Ji An summoned the gray-feathered sand goose that had not been used for a long time. This bird was well-fed and much fatter than before.

The more fat you have on your body, the more comfortable the ride will be.

Chiyan Peak is only seven or eight miles away from Wei Songnian’s cave, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to get there.

At the entrance of the valley, there is a sparse planting of half an acre of Qingling bamboo, which was transplanted from Chiyan Peak.

At the entrance of the valley stood a stone tablet as tall as a person, engraved with the three large characters "Qingzhu Valley" painted with emerald green paint.

Wei Songnian was born in the Wei family of Xiaozhushan. There was a sentiment behind the name, otherwise he would not have specially transplanted the spiritual bamboo.

The shuttle had just landed in front of the cave in the valley when the gray-feathered sand goose let out a few loud cries. Wei Songnian quickly came over and smiled before he spoke:

"Brother, please come in!"

Ji An waved his hand gently and said with a smile:

"Let's get back to work. We've already been delayed for ten days."

Do things first, then enjoy. The sect has assigned you an urgent task, so you can’t be careless.

"Senior brother is reliable!"

Wei Songnian praised and shouted to the dozen or so spiritual farmers standing in the shade of the trees not far from the cave:

"You guys, go over there and move the seeds."

When the disciples brought the large vat and opened the wooden lid, a bloody smell came out.

In order to stimulate the activity of the blood-sucking vine seeds, the seeds are soaked in a large vat filled with animal blood.

Ji An released the Green Wood Transformation Technique, and brilliant green light rain fell into the tank.

Bubbles were bubbling out of the blood, as if it was boiling, and the bloody smell became a little lighter.

The dazzling light and shadow effects and the vigorous and upward atmosphere came together, causing the watching spiritual farmers to exclaim in amazement.

Wei Songnian shouted proudly:

"You guys, when you reach Brother Ji's level, you will have made it through."

After Ji An cast a spell on all the seeds, the group walked to the edge of the spiritual field.

Ji An pinched his fingers and cast the spell of Thick Earth Returning to Origin, and a warm yellow spiritual light enveloped a large area of ​​land.

The soil surged, becoming very fluffy, with a crystal texture, and the rich and nourishing Dharma spirit permeated.

Unlike planting spiritual grains and talisman grass, planting blood-sucking vines does not require releasing fire spells to kill pests in the land. Instead, the insects in the soil serve as nutrients for the spiritual plants.

Each of the spiritual farmers picked up a wooden bucket, filled it with seeds, and sowed seeds in the spiritual fields at great speed.

Ji An just cast the Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell, and others took care of the miscellaneous work. After casting the spell more than thirty times, the entire valley had been reclaimed.

Wei Songnian, who had been following behind him, sighed and said with a wry smile:
"It's such a pleasure to watch you planting. I've hired twenty spiritual farmers to take care of this valley, and their daily workload might only match what you can do in half an hour."

After settling in this valley, he followed the example of his senior brother and contracted the entire valley.

After the harvest, they settled the accounts and found that after deducting the sect rent, seed costs and the cost of hiring spiritual farmers, the hundreds of acres of spiritual fields only earned more than 1,200 spiritual stones in half a year.

Fortunately, he only needs to be a hands-off boss, otherwise he would suffer a huge loss.

Ji An shook his head and laughed, saying:

“If the cultivation magic doesn’t reach a certain level, the spiritual farmer will only earn hard-earned money, which can barely meet the needs of his own practice.

If you want to gain more, you must have excellent skills."

For example, when it comes to growing talisman grass, others only need to harvest once every three months, but he only needs two months. Others plant two rounds, but he plants three rounds, so the profit is huge.

The two of them rested under the shade of a tree and waited until the other spiritual farmers finished sowing. Ji An then cast the Thick Earth Returning Origin Mantra again, and all the seeds sank into the soil.

The magic power in his body was not enough to complete the following spells, so he took a Yunzhi Pill and sat down to refine it. The spiritual farmers were whispering in the distance.

"What level do you think Uncle Master's magic has reached? My Thick Earth Technique is already at the Perfection level, and the area it covers is less than three acres."

"I once had a fifth-level foundation-building uncle cast the Thick Earth Returning Origin Curse, but the range of the spell was not as great as that of my uncle."

"Hey, the more capable you are, the easier the work is, and the more you'll be rewarded."

"The entire Scarlet Flame Peak is cultivated by my uncle alone. There are 5,000 acres of forest there! I dare say that there is no other spiritual farmer of my uncle's level in the entire sect." "Not really, right? The sect has a spiritual farmer who is in the late foundation building stage."

After Ji An finished refining the elixir, he stood up and performed the Spring Breeze Rain Technique. He saw clouds rolling, spiritual rain dripping down, and a moist and refreshing breath filled the air.

Before the spiritual rain ended, dark green sprouts appeared. Not long after, they grew to about an inch tall. The growth rate of herbaceous spiritual plants was much faster than that of spiritual trees.

Wei Songnian shouted at the top of his voice:

"Stay away from the spiritual fields from now on. If you accidentally fall into them, no one can save you."

Most blood-sucking vines can grow to the middle grade. If a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage is entangled by them, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

He ran to Ji An and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, what do you think the sect needs so many blood-sucking vine seeds for?"

"Of course it's for planting."

Ji An said quietly that if this thing was planted outside the base in the Ten Thousand Mountains, it could at least block the attacks of the slow-moving land monsters.

The blood-sucking vine is not afraid of fire. If it can be cultivated to the first-class or even top-grade quality, it can play a very good defensive role.

This spiritual plant has a drawback. If it does not absorb blood for a long time, it will become weak.

In addition, if they swallow too much blood at one time, they will temporarily lose their aggressiveness. Just like most animals, they will feel sleepy when they are full.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, in the mulberry forest beside the cold pond.

Ji An sat cross-legged and practiced the Qingmu Changchun Gong. Spiritual energy flowed through his immortal veins, and the Tao seeds in his acupoints sparkled brightly.

Especially for the wood and water elements, the colors are brighter or deeper than before.

With him as the center, a sea of ​​light appeared, and Feiye Sang leaned slightly towards the direction where he was sitting, as if a subject was worshipping his monarch.

As the technique was practiced, Ji An felt three kinds of spiritual energy gathering around him.

The inclusiveness and nourishment of the earth element, the vitality of the wood element, and the silent and gentle nourishment of the water element.

One kind of skill gave him three kinds of insights.

Time is like the ripples caused by a spirit fish in a cold pond, rippling in circles and then slowly disappearing.

A golden sun leaped out from the mountains, selflessly spreading its light and heat to the earth, illuminating the ancient pines on the mountains, the temples on the mountainside, the grass in the valley, and the green mulberry fields.

The golden-red fog on the top of Chiyan Peak rolled like a demon with bared fangs and claws.

The golden fire inspiration gradually became more intense, and Ji An felt a slight burning and tingling sensation in his immortal meridians, and slowly stopped the exercise.

He maintained a cross-legged sitting posture and looked inward at his Dantian. He saw that the sea of ​​mana was emitting an emerald green light, like a quiet lake in the green mountains.

He immersed his mind into the stone turtle, and lines of words appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Master: Ji An]

[Tao Yun: Gold 2.2, Water 0, Wood 0, Fire 0.6, Earth 3.1]

Spiritual Ability: Kan Spirit 60.8, Gen Spirit 350.6, Zhen Spirit 10.2, Xun Spirit 141.4, Kun Spirit 61.7, Qian Spirit 498.4, Dui Spirit 416.5, Li Spirit 564.1

[Spell: Green Wood Transformation (67% complete)

Thick Earth Returning to Origin Mantra (91% complete)

The Art of Spring Breeze and Rain (85% complete)

Five-Direction Spiritual Condensation Technique (6% complete).]

The Thick Earth Returning Origin Mantra is almost complete, and it will be much easier for him to plant spiritual trees then.

three days later.

The flying boat quickly landed beside the cold pond, and Wei Songnian jumped off with a heavy heart.

Liang Qiu greeted him and said:

"Uncle Ji is drawing talismans in the room. If you need anything, you will have to wait for a while."

After Xia Yuhan and the other person arrived, he changed the way he addressed them, and only when they were together in private would he address Ji An as fellow Taoist.

Wei Songnian nodded: "I will go find him, don't worry, I won't disturb him from making the talisman.

By the way, did you receive the sect's golden sword message last night, brother?"

"I don't know about that. My uncle will cast a spell in Sangtian at night."

Liang Qiu shook his head and said that when he cast the spell, the spiritual field was like a river of stars, and he couldn't see what was moving.

Wei Songnian walked into the room and quietly watched Ji An making talismans. He saw that one high-quality explosive talisman after another was drawn, and the success rate was as high as 70% to 80%.

About half an hour later, Ji An put down the talisman pen, turned around and said:

"Awaited."

Wei Songnian squeezed out a bitter smile from his plump, round face and said:
"Brother, did you receive the sect's golden sword of communication last night?"

Last night at midnight, he received a golden sword message from the sect, telling them to gather at Chaoyang Peak in a month and march into the Shiwan Mountains.

He hadn't slept all night, and fighting was not his strong point.

"Of course I received it," Ji An nodded and said:

"So today I took out the materials I had saved and made a talisman for future use."

Wei Songnian was silent, then bowed and said:

"I admire your Qi cultivation skills, brother."

(End of this chapter)