Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 160 Giving up
"Disciples who participate in the competition will receive rewards of up to 500,000 contribution points, 1,000 minor merits, and 50 major merits, depending on the number of victories. They will also be rewarded with a number of spiritual objects that match their realm, enough to support the cultivation needs of two or three minor realms."

"Disciples can earn points by handing in tokens of slaying monsters to the Law Enforcement Hall branch here. The details of the points are..."

Lin Jiuxiao spoke slowly, but Ji An's attention was distracted 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 could not get the highest reward. It would be possible if he had the defensive spiritual weapon, the Apricot Yellow Flag.

If you stay in Mingfeng Mountain for three or four years, the harvest of spiritual wood from Chiyan Peak will be greatly reduced. The output there is in your hands, and the rewards from the sect are just a drop in the bucket.

The most important thing is that he is now in a critical period. Several cultivation methods such as the Thick Earth Return to Origin Mantra will gradually reach the level of great perfection in the next few years.

If he didn't stay at Scarlet Flame Peak, the cultivation of the second-order Scarlet Cloud Pine would come to a standstill. Using the essence of fire to nourish the spiritual wood was one aspect, and his daily use of the Great Perfection-level Flame Mantra was also a very important part.

In addition, without him practicing the Green Wood Transformation Technique and the Thick Earth Returning Origin Curse every day, the benefits of the Jade Leaf Mulberry and the Copper Pattern Mulberry would be greatly reduced.

For Ji Anlai, the losses he suffered might be almost as great as the gains, so it would be meaningless to stay here and hunt monsters.

Mingfeng Mountain is a second-grade superior spiritual vein, but it is bound to be divided into multiple areas, and it is not his turn as a primary foundation-building cultivator to enjoy the core area.

Going out to hunt monsters every day, the efficiency of the stone turtle in absorbing spiritual energy will inevitably be reduced a lot.

The spiritual vein node of Chiyan Peak has reached the second-level mid-grade, but it is exclusive to him. It has all kinds of spiritual energy and can maximize the role of the stone turtle.

Taking all the above into consideration, Ji An decided to give up participating in this competition and return to Chiyan Peak to develop quietly.

After the internal meeting, Ji An returned to his camp.

Zhong Yue said, "The rewards for this competition are much better than last time. Brother Ji, are you interested in staying here to hunt monsters?"

In his opinion, Ji An's fire magic was quite sophisticated and could seize fleeting opportunities.

If such cultivators participate in the competition in the early stage of foundation building, they still have many opportunities to be selected and win many battles.

The opponent's only shortcoming is that he has no spiritual weapon.

Ji An waved his hand gently and said:

"I still feel that it is more stable to stay in the sect and cultivate spiritual fields. I will not participate in the matters concerning the killing list."

Han Qingshan echoed, "Brother, what you said makes sense. With your cultivation skills, you've been traveling around for three or four years, and the losses are not small."

After seeing Ji An's level of magic, he was filled with admiration.

Zhong Yue shook his head slightly. In a few years, a demonic disaster would break out, and there would be no pure land in the entire Western Continent. Even spiritual farmers would probably be recruited to perform combat missions in the future.

Ji An took out the Black Wind Wolf Demon Pill from his storage bag and said:
"Brother Zhong, the hides of late-stage Foundation Establishment monsters can be used to create first-grade, top-grade talismans. I'm also a renowned talisman maker, so could you please let me have the hides?

I can buy it with Spirit Stones, or exchange it for a top-grade Explosive Talisman."

Since yesterday was a group battle, the materials of the late Foundation Establishment stage monsters killed have been handed over to the sect in exchange for corresponding contribution points.

Today, the Black Wind Wolf was killed by the cooperation of three people, and Zhong Yue contributed a lot to it.

As for Groying's share, he will also find an opportunity to return it.

The materials of a demon beast in the late stage of foundation building, although precious, are not worth owing a favor to.

"The Black Wind Wolf we killed today. Most of the credit goes to my senior brothers and sisters. I didn't play any key role, so I won't be involved in the distribution of the spoils."

"How can this be done?"

Ji An shook his head. The other party had participated in the battle, so they had to share some of the spoils.

The two discussed for a long time, and finally he took out fifteen explosive talismans and handed them to Zhong Yue. All the monster materials became his.

the next day.

Jia Yu gathered all the spiritual 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 transplanting task to you.

At that time, you will leave with the flying boat and return to the sect.

Now we are facing a more difficult problem. Since we have discovered a lot of spiritual plants, we need to use a lot of spirit-sealing talismans when transplanting them, and what we brought is totally insufficient.

Anyone among you who has a Spirit Sealing Talisman can submit it to the sect and exchange it for 300 Contribution Points each."

The soul-sealing talisman is a relatively uncommon talisman that only spiritual farmers keep on hand.

Upon hearing that they would be able to return to the sect soon, the spirit farmers handed in the spirit-sealing talismans they had kept.

When Jia Yu saw the counted number, he frowned slightly. There were less than two hundred, which was totally not enough.

Ji An stood up and said:

"Reporting to Uncle Master, this disciple is a famous talisman maker and can draw spirit-sealing talismans."

He actually had no experience in drawing soul-sealing talismans, but he could take this opportunity to practice a lot and improve his proficiency in drawing soul-sealing talismans.

The spirit-sealing talisman drawn on talisman paper is extremely unstable and needs to be drawn on animal skin.

A large number of Black Wind Wolves were killed in this battle, and there were plenty of low-level animal skins.

To do things at this critical juncture, the sect should provide materials, right?

Jia Yu's eyes lit up and he smiled:

"Very good, I will inform the other disciples to quickly process the animal skins and make talisman ink.

Every time you successfully draw a Spirit Sealing Talisman, you will be rewarded with thirty contribution points."

"I will definitely live up to the sect's trust!"

Ji An answered decisively, and then while others were preparing the materials, he secretly took out the Qingyang Talisman and learned on the spot how to draw the Soul Sealing Talisman.

There were more than twenty other talisman makers who also received the task.

Ten days later.

Han Qingshan walked into the simple wooden house and said with a smile:
"Brother Ji, Uncle Jia asked me to inform everyone that there are enough soul-sealing talismans."

Ji An wailed, put down his talisman pen, and gave up drawing the last talisman.

The sect's pressure had him working extremely hard these past few days, and he expected the other talisman makers to be the same. His spiritual awareness far surpassed that of cultivators of the same rank, so the other talisman makers were probably having an even harder time.

At this time, Ji An only felt a tearing sensation in his head, which was a sign of excessive consumption of spiritual consciousness.

These days, he draws one hundred talismans every day, with an average success rate of more than 40%.

He pressed his temples hard, thinking that if he had the chance, he could buy some elixirs that could speed up the recovery of his consciousness, or something similar.

Han Qingshan walked up to him and said:

"Brother, other spiritual farmers have left on the sect's flying boats over the past few days, and we are the last batch.

The flying boat is now loading the last batch of spiritual plants, and we will be able to depart shortly."

He paused and then said:

"There are not many spiritual farmers left, and we still need brothers to participate in the transplant work."

'This is like using me as a slave!'

Ji An bared his teeth and waved his hands:
"Let me sit down and rest for a while to recover my energy."

The headache is so severe that I probably won’t be able to cast the spell for much longer.

"Brother's condition is critical."

Han Qingshan responded, pulled a chair and sat down to wait.

Ji An sat cross-legged on the cushion, concentrating his mind and calming his breath, emptying his thoughts as much as possible, visualizing the clouds gathering in the sky and drifting in the wind.

After two quarters of an hour, he felt the pain subsided a lot and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Han, let's go."

The sooner we complete the transplantation mission, the sooner we can return to the sect.

Ji An walked out of the wooden house and found that Mingfeng Mountain had changed drastically.

The monks built caves relying on the terrain of the mountain, and now they have built them to the mountainside.

He smiled bitterly and said:

"I've been staying indoors these past few days drawing talismans, and now I feel like I'm in another world."

In just a few days, a mountain city was built to this point. If nothing goes wrong, it will be open to the public next month.

Immortal cultivators are also good at infrastructure construction.

Han Qingshan smiled and said:

“The formation masters divide the area into many zones based on the locations of the spiritual vein nodes, and the concentration of spiritual energy in each zone varies.

The shops and caves in each area are all to be rented out or sold, and of course they must be differentiated into different levels.

The work of refining the formation should be put first, otherwise the construction speed will be faster."

Ji An patted the spirit beast bag and released the gray-feathered sand goose. He saw Han Qingshan's beast and said:

"Senior Brother Han's mount is also a sand goose?"

“The Sand Goose has a wide back, making it more comfortable to ride.”

Ji An nodded slightly, the other party was also a pragmatist.

The two of them mounted the beast, and Han Qingshan said:
"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 fairy 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 black-leaf sword bamboo, but they were not transplanting it and he didn't know what they were doing.

"Brother, this kind of spiritual bamboo is called Black Leaf Sword Bamboo, and it can transform its growing environment.

The surface of the ground is as hard as iron, and we can't cut it."

A spiritual farmer in the Foundation Establishment Stage replied that he had just wanted to use brute force to cut it, but this method would hurt the spiritual plant because the bamboo pole itself was not particularly hard.

As a result, Li Haoran, who was passing by, gave him a serious warning, saying that the spiritual plant must not be damaged in the slightest. The biting sword intent at that time made his face hurt.

Ji An raised his eyebrows slightly. The Black Leaf Sword Bamboo did have this characteristic. The soil on the surface was a mixture of earth and gold spiritual energy, making it very hard.

In order to transplant, this hard layer of soil must be softened.

Ji An pinched his fingers and released the fire curse.

Fire creates earth and melts gold, but the Fire Curse belongs to Ding Fire, which is not so domineering, but it can increase the permeability of the soil and activate the aura of the gold element.

The orange-red aura spread across the ground, and everyone nearby felt as if they were sitting around a warm bonfire.

'An expert!'

Liu Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. Li Haoran's dominance made him unhappy. In his opinion, several top spiritual farmers from the sect did not accompany Mingfeng Mountain on this trip, so it was impossible to perfectly transplant the Black Leaf Sword Bamboo.

His plan was to drag it out here and see how Li Haoran would end up. In the end, he would most likely have to resort to violence.

Ji An waited until the fire aura faded, then he pinched his fingers and released the Thick Earth Return to Origin Mantra, using his own earth magic to nourish and soften the soil.

A yellow aura covered the area, and the soil was as smooth as topaz.

Ji An repeated the previous spellcasting steps twice, grabbed the fine soil, and said:
"It's time to start the transplant."

Liu Qingfeng came over and said with a smile:
"My name is Liu Qingfeng. Senior Brother, you are a man of great talent and I admire you. May I ask your name?"

He thought to himself:
"When did such a person appear? Why haven't I heard any news about him before? The circle of spiritual farmers in the foundation-building stage is not that big."

(End of this chapter)