Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 152 Red Cloud Pine

"Please sit down and we'll talk slowly."

Ji An called out, if he guessed correctly, the battle of Mingfeng Mountain was about to begin.

The two sat down, but before they could speak, they heard shouting again from outside.

"Senior Brother Ji...ah, Senior Brother Wei is here too?"

Zeng Rui hurried in and said,
"Have you two brothers received the sect's golden sword of communication?"

Wei Songnian sighed:

"We were discussing this matter. Senior Brother Ji and I have received it. We will set off to the Shiwandashan Mountains in a month to open up a new base."

Zeng Rui pulled a chair over and asked, scratching his head:

"Hasn't the Law Enforcement Hall always been responsible for establishing strongholds and conducting external warfare?

Why is there such a big commotion this time? Do you two brothers have any other news?"

He stretched out his finger and poked upwards twice with an inquiring look.

At this moment, he was complaining in his heart. He was just an ordinary spiritual farmer. Most of his property was invested in planting. He only had one high-grade defensive magic weapon in his hand.

He was pessimistic about fighting against the monsters in his current state.

The sect's external expansion operations have been going on for more than ten years, and have always been led by the Law Enforcement Hall, which then calls on monks who often go out to hunt monsters to participate.

The other cultivators are doing some logistical support work, or are tasked with staying at the stronghold, and will not fight monsters on the front line.

Now the sect suddenly issued a call to arms, catching him off guard.

Ji An said in a deep voice:

"I think both of you are too pessimistic. The sect has always been very cautious about fighting in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Even when attacking powerful monster tribes, there have been no major casualties.

People like us are not good at fighting, so the sect should have other tasks when they summon us, so we won’t have many opportunities to fight on the front lines.”

The sect's leaders are not fools. They would never assign their disciples tasks that would cause huge casualties, as that would shake the sect's foundation.

At least they won't do that at this stage. Losing soldiers and generals before the demon disaster officially breaks out will greatly shake the morale of the monks.

He turned around and asked:
"Junior Brother Wei, how many Blood-sucking Vine seeds has Qingzhu Valley harvested so far?"

"We have harvested two rounds of seeds, about 40,000 kilograms.

In another half month, we can harvest again, and the output is expected to reach about 24,000 to 25,000 kilograms."

Ji An smiled and said calmly:

"As far as I know, the sect has assigned seven spiritual farmers to this task. Is it a problem to harvest over 300,000 kilograms of blood-sucking vine seeds?
Without blood supply, this spiritual seed is difficult to preserve for a long time and must be planted as soon as possible.

How many spiritual farmers would be needed to plant this? And where would they be planted?

After hearing his analysis, Zeng Rui's expression softened and he smiled:
"Yes, if it's a planting mission, I have no problem with that."

When it comes to fighting, one monk from the Law Enforcement Hall can beat ten of him without taking a breath, but when it comes to planting, these monks are at a loss.

Every profession has its own expertise. Spiritual farmers may learn a few offensive spells, but it is impossible for the people in the Law Enforcement Hall to learn planting spells.

Wei Songnian's expression remained solemn:
"Then why did the sect recruit me? As far as I know, Junior Sister Jiang Wanrong has not received the recruitment."

He himself has no special skills, but Junior Sister Jiang has beast taming skills to help him in battle. If there is a fight, her role should be greater than his.

Zeng Rui consoled him:
"Brother Wei, there's no point in thinking so much now, why don't we go out and buy some magical instruments and talismans.

If the sect's recruitment area is very large, if you arrive too late you won't be able to grab any useful magical tools."

"Alright, let's go to the Equipment Refining Hall to find out what's going on."

Wei Songnian stood up and asked:
"Brother Ji, will you go with us?"

Ji An waved his hand gently and said:

"I have a top-grade defensive magic weapon with me, which will be enough for now."

He had magical weapons on him and a month to make talismans, so he was not afraid of this conscription mission.

Above the Jinling Sect's jurisdiction, a series of communication sword talismans shuttled back and forth like silver fish.

Yingri Peak is the headquarters of the sect's Law Enforcement Hall. The hall master, Lin Jiuxiao, watched expressionlessly as a series of communication swords flew by in the distance.

His face was angular, as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, and his nose was straight like a steep mountain. At first glance, he looked like a serious and unapproachable person.

Musunde stood respectfully behind him, as if he was listening to his instructions.

Lin Jiuxiao said lightly:

"The sect has been stable for over two thousand years, but too many disciples have weak fighting awareness, which is not good.

Before the demonic disaster erupts in full force, let everyone experience the war firsthand so they won't be so flustered in future battles."

"Master, what you said is absolutely right. There are over a thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect, and we have recruited 70% of them this time. We have also recruited over 4,000 disciples at the eighth and ninth levels of Qi Refining.

After so many people have gone through this test, most of the sect's monks will become really nervous."

Lin Jiuxiao nodded slightly:
“You did a great job. When assigning tasks, you should also take into consideration those who are not good at fighting.

We are going there to train our troops, not to send these people to their deaths."

Some monks are not born with the talent for fighting. It would be too difficult for them to engage in head-on combat. Even if a full-scale war breaks out, tasks must be assigned based on the actual situation.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Master, I have been maintaining close communication with the Qinong Hall.

"For those who are production-oriented, there will be extra care." Mu Songde replied. Equipment refiners, formation masters, puppet masters, spirit farmers, and some beast masters were not assigned breakthrough tasks.

The sect was in an uproar. Among the people Ji An was familiar with, Zhang Yuanshan and Chu He were both on the call-up list. Zhao Mengyao was not called up this time because she had just completed an overseas mission.

Li Lingyu and Mu Qingwan also received conscription orders. Liu Yu is a monk from the Law Enforcement Hall and is said to be incorporated into the main offensive team.

Du Huaiyuan was lucky and escaped this mission.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Ji An stayed at Chiyan Peak as if nothing had happened, practicing step by step, extracting the essence of gold and fire, and casting spells for the spiritual wood.

In his storage bag, there were two explosive talisman plates and two explosive fire talisman plates, forty top-grade explosive talismans, one thousand two hundred high-grade explosive fire talismans, and one hundred high-grade golden armor talismans.

If he had the relevant materials, he would even want to draw some top-grade Panshan Talismans and Jinguan Talismans.

In addition, he also has twelve top-grade copper armor talisman weapons in his hands. These talisman weapons have the combat power of a physical cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

Because it is a group operation, all the prepared things are more than enough.

Even if he encountered two or three monsters in the late Foundation Establishment stage alone, and the monsters did not flee, he felt that he could kill the monsters into ashes by himself.

A ray of setting sun shines obliquely, and the sky is covered with thousands of golden flowers, coating the Red Flame Peak with a layer of gold.

The golden fire spirit on the top of the mountain has gradually faded. The fire rabbits in the Xuanyangmu and Ziyangmu forests have come out to move around and look for food, and a group of red-tailed squirrels are jumping happily around a red cloud pine.

Returning birds flew over the cold pond, their wings flapping on the water, creating ripples.

Ji An was sitting at the stone table, enjoying his meal.

A jar of spiritual wine, four dishes made from a spiritual fish, a plate of pickled bamboo shoots and a bowl of chalcedony rice.

If you were to order at a spiritual food shop, this table of dishes alone would cost at least more than ten spiritual stones.

Xia Yuhan and her sister stood by, their eyes slightly nervous yet hopeful, and asked:
"Master, does the taste suit your taste?"

They learned the skill of cooking one fish in four ways from Liangqiu, and now it’s time to put it to the test.

Ji An picked up the golden pancake and chewed it carefully, the fragrance wafting across his taste buds.

He nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Very good, already about 80% to 90% of Fellow Daoist Liang's level."

The two sisters are very talented in spiritual cooking, and after Liang Qiu leaves, they will definitely be able to take over each other's positions.

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle."

The two sisters bowed slightly, smiling happily.

The golden talisman sword swooped down and circled beside the stone table. Ji An raised his hand to catch it and found that it was the mark of his master's magic power.

He probed into the divine consciousness and read the information.

"We'll meet at Ningcui Cliff at noon tomorrow. Remember."

Ji An took out the communication sword and wrote that he would be there on time.

The activated talisman sword drew a silver line in the air and disappeared from his sight.

"You guys keep busy, I'm going to patrol the mountains and forests."

Ji An took out the shuttle and began to patrol in a counterclockwise direction.

This was a routine activity after dinner, and he never stopped doing it for a single day while he was at Chiyan Peak.

The emerald-leaf mulberry and the green rose tree need rain or the release of the Green Wood Transformation Technique, while the red cloud pine needs to be irrigated with the Flame Curse. All the forests need to use the Thick Earth Returning Origin Curse every few days to comb the earth's energy and increase the soil's spiritual power.

His night life has just begun, and he is usually busy until almost midnight before he can calm down.

As he rose and fell, clouds formed and rain fell, the emerald galaxy surged, and khaki or orange-red light flickered.

The moon rises in the east, witnessing the changing light and shadow, and the branches and leaves of the sacred tree flutter in this beautiful dream.

When the wind blows, the trees rustle.

Under the quiet moonlight, Ji An looked down at the red cloud pine forest and saw a red light in the distance, which surprised him greatly.

He urged the shuttle on, accelerating forward, leaving a clear trail of wind in the pine forest.

When the shuttle landed, the red-tailed squirrels jumping around the pine trees scattered. These little creatures hid in the dark and poked their heads out to spy on the uninvited guests.

Ji An looked up at the spiritual pine tree in front of him, whose needles were like crystal jade and emitted light, and took a deep breath.

In the absence of any external interference, the pine needles glowed with light, which was a sign of reaching the lower second level.

Ji An stepped forward, his figure like a ghost, and appeared next to Chi Yunsong in the next moment.

His hand touched the rough bark texture of the spiritual pine, and he input magic power and immediately felt the surge of fire spiritual energy.

The entire spiritual pine tree was like a burning torch, with hot spiritual energy emanating and his Taoist robe rustling.

If someone happened to be nearby at this moment, they would see a red light shooting towards the sky, covering the nearby spiritual pines.

These sacred pines illuminated by the red light swayed gently, as if dancing in the breeze.

"it is good!"

Ji An waved his fist vigorously. All his efforts were rewarded and he felt extremely happy at the moment.

This is the first second-level spiritual tree he has cultivated, but it is definitely not the last one. Good days are yet to come.

(End of this chapter)