Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

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The sunset glows brilliantly, like the red leaves all over the mountain reflected in the sky.

A huge flying boat raised its spiritual energy shield and slowly took off.

A large number of spiritual plants are fixed on the deck, turning it into a medicinal garden.

The soil block wrapped around the roots of the spiritual plant was covered with spirit-sealing talismans, and the talismans were shining with spiritual light.

Han Qingshan looked at the increasingly smaller Mingfeng Mountain and said with a smile:
"It's finally over. It's better to stay in the sect and be at ease."

Although he only participated in the battle for one day, he felt he could not stand the intense stimulation.

Ji An pressed his hand to his temple and said:

“It’s really comfortable in the sect, without having to fight for life and death with monsters.

But then again, we will inevitably have to fight monsters in the future, so Senior Brother needs to improve his fighting skills as much as possible."

The outbreak of demonic disasters is inevitable, and no cultivator can take chances.

"I understand this. I will purchase offensive magic weapons and practice one or two combat spells to make up for my shortcomings as much as possible."

Ji An nodded slightly and said:

"When fighting, magic weapons and spells are one aspect, and fighting instinct is another. Brother, why not find some Qi Refining Stage monster beasts to practice with."

When he heard that the other party had such plans, he said a few more words.

In his opinion, in order to fight, one must first overcome the emotion of fear and be able to remain calm in dangerous situations so as to maximize one's combat effectiveness.

"Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother," Han Qingshan scratched his head and said:
"Brother, you are also a spiritual farmer, but you have so much experience in fighting. How did you do it?"

The other party not only has superb planting magic, but also has mastered the superb explosive fireball. He is also a talisman maker who can draw the best talismans.

There is probably only one such spiritual farmer in the sect, and the most important thing is that he is very young.

During the conversation, he learned that the other party had only been building his foundation for more than ten years. Normally, these qualities should not appear at the same time in a young spiritual farmer.

Ji An didn't say anything. His consciousness sank into his dantian for a moment. Seeing the faint light flashing from the stone turtle, he smiled.

"My spiritual consciousness has been severely squeezed recently. I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable. I'm going back to the cabin to rest."

"I'm going back too. I haven't slept well these past few days. I'm going to bed early today."

There were far fewer monks on the returning flying boat, and everyone could be assigned a cabin.

This flying boat is driven by Uncle Master Jia Yu, and its speed is comparable to that of a Chao Yuan period cultivator. Ji An is not worried about its safety.

After returning to the cabin, he swallowed a fasting pill and fell asleep.

"Arrived at the sect, everyone come out and move the spiritual plants."

In a daze, Ji An was awakened by the pervasive voice of Uncle Jia.

He was stunned for a few seconds before coming to his senses. He had already returned to the sect?

On the way to Mingfeng Mountain, the flying boat flew at full speed for two days and two nights.

Ji An didn't expect that he had slept for so long, so he pinched the magic formula to release the light cloud rain technique.

A cloud as big as a human head rolled up and dropped spiritual rain, which he washed his face with both hands.

When he woke up, the pain from excessive consumption of his spiritual consciousness was reduced by about 70% to 80%, and he felt much more refreshed.

Ji An made another hand gesture to release an exploding fireball. Rain water fell on the surface of the fireball, making the flames even higher and brighter.

The clouds were quickly dissipated by the steam from the fire, and Ji An calmly walked out of the cabin and onto the deck.

He saw the flying boat docked above the Qingong Hall in Lingxiao Mountain, and a lot of spiritual points had already been transported down.

Jia Yu glanced at him and said in feigned anger:

"Good boy, you dare to be lazy.

I was wondering why someone is missing. Hurry up and get to work!"

Ji An bared his teeth and said with a bitter face:

"Uncle Master, this is unfair! I've been drawing the Soul Sealing Talisman for ten consecutive days. My spiritual power has been severely depleted, so I slept a bit soundly."

He explained and immediately used his object control skills to start moving the spiritual plants.

Jia Yu smiled faintly and flew away from the flying boat.

The art of controlling objects is the most frequently used spell among all cultivators. For most cultivators in the foundation-building stage, using spells to move five or six hundred kilograms of objects is not a problem.

In less than two quarters of an hour, all the spiritual plants on the flying boat had been moved down and taken away by disciples from various medicine gardens.

The disciples of the Work Hall set up several tables outside the main hall and distributed contribution points to the returning monks on the spot. After handing over their tasks, the spiritual farmers left one after another.

Ye Changqing smiled and handed over the jade token, saying:
"Junior Brother Ji, not bad!

After being out for more than half a month, he easily earned more than 30,000 contribution points and 50 small merits.

Most other spiritual farmers barely have 10,000 points."

This was beyond his expectations, the gap was too obvious.

This time it is a combat mission, and the other party can obtain so many contribution points, which should be on par with some front-line combat monks.

Ji An tapped his temple with his finger:

"I drew a thousand soul-sealing talismans in ten days, and I'm still overwhelmed."

Every contribution point earned is the result of blood and sweat.

Ye Changqing laughed out loud:
"He who can do it should work harder."

Ji An placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said with a smile:

"Brother, there are more than forty mature Black Leaf Sword Bamboos. Please exchange them for some bamboo shoots."

The upper limit of the growth of the Black Leaf Sword Bamboo is even higher than the spiritual peach given by the master. It can be used to make friends with high-level weapon refiners in the future.

Ye Changqing pondered and said:

"With my ability, I can let you plant a few Black Leaf Sword Bamboos, but there is a condition. If the sect's weapon refiners ask to buy bamboo leaves, I will give them priority."

Second-level spiritual objects must be reserved as strategic resources. The richer the resources in the sect's secret library, the stronger the cohesion of the disciples.

"No problem. My purpose in growing the Black Leaf Sword Bamboo is to supply it to the sect's weapon refiners."

Ji An patted his chest and said confidently that the sect had two main industries: beast taming and weapon refining. Spiritual plants like the Jade Leaf Mulberry were supplied to the Beast Taming Hall, while Iron Birch and Black Leaf Sword Bamboo were supplied to the Weapon Refining Hall. This meant that the Red Flame Peak's industrial chain had truly reached a certain scale.

He was working hard to cultivate his own irreplaceability, and he would finally succeed when he could stably produce second-level spiritual objects.

Ye Changqing stretched out his hand and said:
"The mature Black Leaf Sword Bamboo will be transplanted to the sect's medicine garden. Junior brother can exchange it for five bamboo shoots, each for 2,000 contribution points."

"Thank you, Senior Brother. In a few years, Senior Uncle Jia, who is in charge of the secret vault, will receive the bamboo leaves I handed over."

Ji An handed the jade token to the other party. A transaction record must be left when exchanging supplies.

"What bamboo leaves?"

Jia Yu happened to hear this as he walked out of the hall and asked. Beside him was Zhang Zizhao, the head of the Qingong Hall, who had come out to see him off.

Ji An replied:
"Leaves of the Black-Leafed Sword Bamboo."

"The secret vaults of the sect are all second-level resources. You still need to work hard."

"Hehe, I've already cultivated a second-grade, low-quality Red Cloud Pine. In a few months, I'll be able to hand over some higher-quality pine nuts."

Ji An said this in a boastful manner, trying to make his presence felt in front of the sect elders.

Jia Yu's eyes lit up:
"Not bad! Keep the pine nuts and brew a few jars of second-level pine nut wine!"

Compared to roasted pine nuts, he still prefers pine nut wine.

Ji An took out the flying shuttle, replaced the spirit stone, and rushed back to Chiyan Peak as quickly as possible.

The sky was like a burning fire, covering the mountains with a rosy glow.

He returned to the Red Flame Peak before the last ray of light disappeared and landed near the Copper-patterned Mulberry Field.

"What a pity."

Ji An sighed lightly, pinched his fingers to release the Thick Earth Return to Origin Curse, and then pulled out a few copper-veined mulberry trees and planted black-leaf sword bamboo.

He has always been reluctant to waste any inch of arable land, and there is no extra space left for spiritual bamboo here.

A crescent moon quietly peeked out, and Ji An flew back to the cold pond under the moonlight.

There are several luminous pearls hanging outside the stone house, and their soft light mixed with the moonlight makes it even brighter.

Liangqiu and his men stepped forward and congratulated him in unison:
"Congratulations, Master, on your safe return!"

Zeng Rui came back a few days ago and told them that their uncle would be back soon, but they didn't expect to have to wait for so many days.

Everyone became nervous, worried that something unexpected might happen.

"Haha, no need for formalities. Hurry up and prepare the spiritual wine and spiritual food. The food outside is really terrible."

For so many days, he either swallowed fasting pills or ate boiled wolf meat, and his mouth was bland and tasteless.

Liang Qiu bowed and smiled:

"Uncle Master, wait a moment, I'll go get ready.

Yuhan, go find two bamboo shoots.

Yulian, bring out some dried meat and pine nuts."

The three of them went about their business, and Ji An released the beast from the spirit beast bag.

The golden-haired bird squeaked and ran towards the underground cave, while the gray-feathered sand goose neighed and jumped into the cold pond with a splash.

Ji An sat on the stone bench and asked:

"Is Chiyan Peak relatively stable these days?"

Huang Feihu nodded slightly:
"I patrol the forest every day and found that two spiritual trees near the second-level red cloud pine are beginning to be affected."

Ji An frowned slightly and said:

“After harvesting pine cones this year, we’ll cut down the affected sacred trees.

In the future, any such situation will be handled according to this plan.”

High-level spiritual trees must require more living space, and only wild grasses that do not require much nutrients can grow near them.

A quarter of an hour later, Xia Yuhan started serving the first hot dish.

Ji An drank the spiritual wine and enjoyed it happily. After he was full, he activated a communication sword to report his safety to his master.

He did not patrol the mountains and forests as he did before, but went to the mulberry fields beside the pond to practice for half an hour, and then returned to the cave early to sleep.

Half a month later, many notices were posted in Qingyun Immortal City, which immediately attracted heated discussions among all the cultivators.

There is a small market dozens of miles away from the Immortal City. It is a gathering place for wandering cultivators who cannot afford to settle down in the Immortal City.

"Hey, Lao Zhang! Have you heard that the three major sects have seized Mingfeng Mountain, a second-grade high-grade spiritual vein in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and are now selling shops and caves.

The current selling price is only 80% of Qingyun Fairy City's!"

“What’s the use? Even if it’s only 50%, I can’t afford it!
Lao Liu, you are so happy, can you afford it? "

Old Zhang sneered. He had the skills of a talisman maker and had worked hard for thirty years to save up money. The total amount he had accumulated after practicing was not even two thousand spirit stones.

He could buy an ordinary cave, but he had to save his spirit stones for big things.

Old Liu came over with a lewd look on his face and said with a mysterious smile:
“You are not interested in shops and caves, but there are things that interest you!
Three months later, Mingfeng Mountain held an auction, releasing fifty Foundation Establishment Pills, with a starting price of only one thousand spirit stones.

"So many Foundation Establishment Pills?!"

Old Zhang stood up suddenly. He had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining a few years ago and was looking for a way to buy the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Qingyun Immortal City also holds an auction of Foundation Establishment Pills every year, but only three to five pills are available each time.

He opened his mouth and sat down dejectedly. One hundred foundation-building pills sounded like a lot, but he could not compete with those family cultivators.

"Fifty pills, it's not even my turn."

"What if there are fifty?"

Lao Zhang's eyes widened: "Impossible!"

Fifty per year, what a joke!
“In the first three years, fifty Foundation Establishment Pills will be auctioned each year, and thereafter, ten will be auctioned each year.

Moreover, the elixir shops opened by various sects also sell foundation-building pills made from demon pills."

(End of this chapter)