Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 154 Chaoyang Peak

Ji An walked to the edge of the cold pond, pinched the water control technique, and a ball of water jumped out and hovered above his palm.

As his mind changed, the water ball took various shapes, sometimes stretching out like a snake, sometimes gathering into a human shape with limbs and a head.

When he was about to make the water man's face clearer, the water ball collapsed. The water control technique at this level was not capable of such delicate operations.

He cast a spell with all his strength and summoned another ball of water from the water, only to discover that this ball of water was only about half a bucket's worth.

The level of the spell is too low, and the magic power is only there but it cannot play its maximum role.

Ji An dispersed the water ball and put his hand into the pool of water. He pinched the magic formula again and the water flowed around automatically, about half a finger's distance from his skin.

There was a description in the Miscellaneous Notes on Cultivation of Immortality, which stated that some high-level cultivators could separate the sea water to form a path simply by relying on the Water Control Technique. He found it funny when he thought of this.

To achieve that kind of effect, it is definitely not something that can be achieved by the Water Control Technique, and it must rely on the cultivator's powerful magic power to accomplish it.

Ji An used the water control technique to create an undercurrent and used his spiritual sense to feel the strength of the water flow.

The water flow is like a transparent spirit fish, forming small whirlpools on the water surface as it sways.

He gathered the water into a rope and chased the spirit fish, enjoying himself endlessly.

After half a minute, the water in the pool surged and Du Huaiyuan emerged from it with a smile on his face.

His share of the spiritual wine hidden at the bottom of the pond in the previous few times remained untouched. My junior brother is still trustworthy and reliable.

When Ji An saw his senior brother coming out, he sank his mind into his dantian and took a look at the stone turtle.

[Spell: Water Control Technique (Entry Level 1% → 4%)]

I have improved a lot in a short period of time. It is indeed much faster to practice low-level spells from a higher level.

I have just started to learn the art of controlling fire and I have already reached 3% of the progress. This should be due to the bonus of the two fire-type seeds.

Du Huaiyuan walked in the cold pond, came to the shore, and said with a smile:

"I brought thirty jars of spirit wine for my junior brother, so that he can have a better life outside."

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother. How much is a jar of spirit wine worth? I'll give you spirit stones."

"It's awkward for fellow apprentices to talk about spirit stones."

Du Huaiyuan waved his hand and said proudly:

"A jar of spirit wine is only ten spirit stones. Take it and use it, Junior Brother!"

Let me take it and give you a quote. Ji An said seriously:
"Collecting the raw materials and brewing it takes a lot of time and spirit stones. How can I let my senior brother suffer a loss?"

He took out three medium-grade spirit stones and stuffed them into the other person's hand without saying anything.

The other party relies on the skills of water-based alchemy and wine-making to maintain his practice, but water-based alchemy takes a long time and has a significant disadvantage compared to fire-based alchemy.

Except for certain specific elixirs, the other party has few opportunities to receive sect missions.

"Junior brother, you are too distant."

As Du Huaiyuan spoke, he naturally put the spirit stones into his storage bag.

"Brother, sit here."

Ji An invited him to sit down at the stone table, pointed at the mulberry fields rolling in the wind, and said with a smile:
"In a few months, it will be the season for the mulberry trees to bloom again. This time, there will definitely be enough mulberries to make wine."

“Okay, I have something to do.

However, the spiritual wine brewed from the mulberries of medium-grade spiritual mulberry trees can only be sold to those cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

Most cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage live a tight life, and their income is relatively meager."

"Brother, please rest assured, there are at least forty to fifty acres of high-quality emerald-leaf mulberry trees available.

If you're lucky, you might even get some top-grade spiritual mulberries."

"These emerald-leaf mulberries grow so fast?"

Du Huaiyuan found it a little hard to believe. Winemaking inevitably involved dealing with spiritual farmers and purchasing spiritual medicines, and he also had a good understanding of planting.

Being able to grow top-quality jade leaf mulberry in two years was something that even the spiritual farmers he was familiar with who were in the middle and late stages of foundation building could not do.

Ji An nodded slightly and smiled without saying anything.

This is a second-level spiritual vein, and he is a diligent craftsman, so such a result is not shocking.

All three spells have a strong sense of Dharma. His planting ability should be among the best among the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and is not much weaker than his master.

Chaoyang Peak is the highest peak of the Jinling Sect. It is located at the core node of the spiritual vein and is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the sect.

After the spiritual vein was upgraded, this place became a third-grade lower-grade blessed land. All the spiritual medicines and spiritual trees growing on the mountain are much more prosperous than those in other areas.

A red sun jumped out, and while other areas were still immersed in mist, the sunlight was already shining on the top of Chaoyang Peak.

Facing the warm sun, Ji An drove the shuttle ahead, and Wei Songnian and Zeng Rui also followed closely behind.

Looking down from the higher sky, thousands of flying shuttles, flying boats, beast beasts, and other flying magic tools converged on Chaoyang Peak from all directions and landed among the buildings on the mountainside.

Chaoyang Peak is the place where the sect's ancestors practiced in seclusion. It is usually shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see its true appearance.

Today, all you can see are lush green mountains bathed in the mountain breeze, with streams winding through them like jade belts. The glazed tiles on the top of the temples are flashing with golden light, and the iron horses are neighing under the eaves, playing a tune of killing.

The shuttle slowly descended, and Ji An greedily breathed in the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, feeling that all the pores in his body were dilating.

The aura of the third-level spiritual vein is much stronger than that of the Red Flame Peak. He secretly guessed that if he could practice here, there was no idea how much spiritual energy the stone turtle could absorb.

Wei Songnian looked around for a while and said proudly, "On weekdays, my brothers and sisters all stay in their own caves to practice. How could they have seen such a gathering of heroes?"

Although he is keen on socializing, there are only fifty or sixty foundation-building cultivators that he can be considered familiar with.

Most of them were cultivators in the early stage of foundation building like him. Seeing them today, he found that the spiritual pressure emitted by most of them was far greater than his own. Many of them had the strength of the late stage of foundation building, not to mention that there were also uncle masters in the Chaoyuan stage and ancestors in the Jindan stage.

As one of the three major sects in Xizhou, its profound heritage is now revealed.

"Yes, today's gathering truly tells us about the prosperity of the sect."

Zeng Rui echoed, his tone also full of pride.

He felt more at ease when he saw so many cultivators in the middle and late stages of foundation building participating in the mission together.

As long as his teammates can play, he just needs to cheer along.

"Boom..."

A distant bell sounded, and the sound waves spread and echoed among the mountains.

More than a dozen beams of light flew down from the top of the mountain and soon reached the mountainside.

Following the escaping light were ten giant flying boats about a hundred feet long. The bottoms of the boats were as black as ink, and the talismans flickered like stars.

An old man with a thin face and a middle-aged monk who looked like a wealthy man were in front of the crowd.

Along with it came a spiritual pressure as bright and scorching as the sun, causing the spiritual herbs and trees halfway up the mountain to bend their waists.

The sound of iron horses clanging louder under the eaves of the palace, and the sound of killing is even more cruel.

The disciples in the foundation-building stage turned pale and their bodies shook unconsciously. The cultivators in the foundation-building stage also used their magic power to resist the strong pressure.

The spiritual pressure lasted for a moment and then disappeared, and many monks felt cold sweat on their backs.

The escaping light paused in mid-air. Lin Jiuxiao flew to the front and spoke in a majestic voice like a howling wind on the mountaintop:

"I am the head of the Law Enforcement Hall. Today, I am leading all my disciples into the Hundred Thousand Mountains to establish a stronghold. With us are cultivators from the Falling Maple Valley and Yuanhe Mountain.

This time, the three sects recruited a total of 30 Chaoyuan-stage cultivators, nearly 3,000 Foundation-building-stage cultivators, and more than 15,000 Qi-refining-stage disciples.

Each of the three sects will have an old ancestor accompanying them to ensure all is well."

"All disciples, listen up! Board the flying boats corresponding to your assigned numbers. Your missions will be announced on the boats."

As he finished speaking, the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage flew up on their Qi, and the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage boarded the flying boat in an orderly manner, either riding on flying beasts or with the help of talisman birds.

Ji An boarded the flying boat and discovered that most of the foundation-building cultivators in their group were in the early stages of foundation-building. They did not have much bloody aura on their bodies and it seemed that they rarely fought.

He felt a little relieved and greeted people:

"My name is Ji An, and I'm cultivating spiritual fields at Scarlet Flame Peak. What's your name, Senior Brother?"

The cultivator opposite was also at the third level of foundation building, with a slightly dark complexion, gentle eyes and a kind face.

"Brother, are you also a spiritual farmer? I'm Han Qingshan, and I grow spiritual fields in Canglan Mountain."

Han Qingshan hurriedly bowed, with a somewhat friendly smile.

The two greeted other monks and after asking around, they found out that they were all spiritual farmers.

Han Qingshan frowned and said nervously:
"We are all spiritual farmers, what should we do when fighting?"

In his eyes, none of these people can fight. Wouldn’t they be suppressed by the monsters during the battle?
Ji An coughed softly and said with a smile:

"If we were to deal with a Qi Refining Stage monster, would you find it difficult, Junior Brother?"

Although the monster has thick skin and flesh, the cultivator has a suppressed realm, so the advantage is mine.

Han Qingshan sighed bitterly:
“Facing a demon beast in the late stage of Qi Refining, it is still difficult.

I only have one top-grade defensive magic weapon, and the fighting spells I learned are all defensive."

After entering the sect, he was assigned to cultivate spiritual fields. Later, he found that he had a talent for planting, so he has been working diligently, and it has been more than fifty years now.

Although the days were uneventful, the advantage was that they were stable and the foundation was successfully built safely.

"what?"

Ji An was stunned. "Are you trying to tire the monsters to death so they'll give up?" "If you don't have any offensive spells, at least get yourself an offensive weapon!"

It is really abstract that a cultivator at the third level of foundation building cannot deal with a monster beast at the late stage of Qi training.

"I have the same thing as Senior Brother Han, but I only have two top-grade defensive magic weapons."

"I'm doing better. After building my foundation, I've practiced the Entanglement Technique to a great degree. It should be useful in combat in the mountains and forests."

When the others spoke, Ji An frowned. He felt like it was impossible to have fun on the mission with these teammates.

He knew that the spiritual farmers' fighting ability was poor, but he didn't know it was so poor.

While everyone was discussing, a fat figure landed on the flying boat, emitting the spiritual pressure of a Chao Yuan period cultivator.

Everyone immediately fell silent and quiet fell in an instant.

Jia Yu was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, and his usually messy hair was now neatly combed. He glanced at everyone with an arrogant look and said in a deep voice:
"All Foundation Establishment cultivators, follow me into the cabin to receive the mission."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

(End of this chapter)