Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 250: Second-Level Medium-Grade Spiritual Peach
Qin Yan grinned. He had thought about this question countless times before.

The sect is known for its ability to taming beasts and refining weapons, so why doesn't it raise mountain spirit beasts to protect the sect?

The answer to the question is right in front of us. The sect has a Jindan-stage mountain guardian beast!

At this moment, his sense of security increased significantly.

I'm not afraid that the sect is hiding something, I'm just afraid that the sect really doesn't have anything!
Originally, he had some complaints about Jade Sky Immortal. Although he had only been in the Chao Yuan stage for twenty years, his combat power was still top-tier among the Chao Yuan first stage.

When it comes to riding a spirit boat back to the sect to seek help, one should choose a cultivator with weaker fighting ability.

Now, he doesn't think so.

Being able to get in touch with the sect's foundation at the first time is precisely the trust of the ancestor.

The size of the Earth Dragon Beast shrank rapidly, and soon became only one person tall and about ten feet long.

As its body shrank in size, its originally brown scales began to glow with a dark golden luster.

Most of the pressure was then restrained, and only the aura of the late stage of foundation building was emitted.

Qin Yan was stunned. This mountain guardian beast was actually a "cunning" guy.

"When to set off?"

Yan Zu said in a deep voice, and it stretched like a cat, and its tail, as strong and powerful as a crocodile's tail, swung a few times casually, and there was a burst of sound in the air.

After sleeping underground for many years, you can take this opportunity to go out for a walk.

"The sect needs to recruit disciples and prepare some battle supplies. The departure time is set for the morning hour three days from now."

"Since we have plans, why wake me up so early? You guys go, I'll sleep for a few more days."

The body of Earthdramon disappeared.

Zhenren Zhengyang bowed his head to the void and said, "I will come again in three days to welcome Yanzu out of seclusion."

He shook his head slightly. If Yan Zu didn't agree, he couldn't force him. He could only ask for help from someone else.

The three of them left the secret vault. Zhen Yang took out two golden swords for communication, recorded the information with his spiritual sense, and activated them. He said in a deep voice:

“I have informed the Law Enforcement Hall and the Work Hall, and they will recruit monks and provide supplies as required.

Today you will go to Yingri Peak and Lingxiao Mountain to make contact, and depart from Chaoyang Peak three days later."

He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

"In compliance with the Dharma, I, the disciple, will take my leave."

Qin Yan bowed, leaped onto the spirit boat, adjusted the direction and left.

As the huge spirit boat left, the treasure pavilion was bathed in sunlight again.

Jia Yu lowered his head slightly and said:

"Ancestor, there are enough independent cultivators in Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City. By consuming them, we should be able to hold out for a long time."

This was the plan from the beginning.

"Separate cultivators cannot be wasted meaninglessly. Even if they die, their death must be more meaningful.

I wonder if you've ever considered this: if too many independent cultivators die, even if the three sects can retain more cultivators, the area controlled by the human race will be significantly reduced after the demonic disaster."

The independent cultivator forces are also a very important part of Xizhou. In the current situation, with demon disasters, evil cultivators, demon cultivators, etc. all coming together, we have to consider things more far-reachingly.

Jia Yu said carefully:
"Ancestor, if support from Central Continent doesn't arrive, what should we do?"

If there were no Nascent Soul Stage power, all the sects in Xizhou would have a great chance of resisting the attacks of the monsters by relying on the mountain protection formation of Mingfeng Mountain Fairy City.

But judging from the current behavior of the monsters, there is a high probability that a Nascent Soul stage monster is behind it adding fuel to the fire.

"We will hold on to this with all our might. Ever since our sect's founder decided to relocate to Xizhou, this has been our base.

No matter what, we must hold on to it.

If Mingfeng Mountain cannot be defended, then we will defend the sect to the death."

Zhenren Zhengyang felt grateful that one of the sect's main spiritual veins was upgraded to the third level decades ago.

Otherwise, if you encounter a Yuanying stage monster, you won’t even be qualified to defend.

At this moment, he prayed to the sect's founder in his heart.

Jia Yu sighed:

“I wonder if the sect would have been in a better situation if it had chosen to stay in Central Continent.”

If I stay in Central China, at least I don't have to worry so much about demon disasters.

Zhenren Zhengyang sneered:

"The competition in Central Continent is even more intense, and small sects can only survive by relying on large sects.

If we stay in Zhongzhou, the sect's inheritance might have been cut off.

In Xizhou, the biggest threat is monsters, while in Zhongzhou, the biggest threat is other cultivators.

Most of the time, demon beasts are much easier to deal with than cultivators."

He paused and warned:

“I have already informed Lin Jiuxiao that the recruited cultivators can be exchanged for spiritual weapons at a cheaper price.

If the disciples’ merits are really not enough, they can rent it out.

How to implement it is up to you.”

The battle at Mingfeng Mountain is very dangerous, so it would be good to gain some strength.

Jia Yu lowered his head and said solemnly:

"The disciple understands."

That night, golden swords sent out from the Law Enforcement Hall, like shooting stars, illuminating the sect's night sky.

A large number of monks did not sleep all night and received the message in the middle of the night. Everyone understood the seriousness of the matter.

The disturbances had nothing to do with Chiyan Peak for the time being. At this moment, Ji An was staying in the cave, playing with a strange object in his hand.

This unknown item obtained from the Mingfeng Mountain Fairy City is smaller than before. It was originally tied tightly with a red rope, but now it has become loose.

In recent years, it has been continuously producing Genling, totaling more than 600 points.

Now, the stone turtle was unable to absorb the Gen spirit, but instead absorbed the Kun spirit. This change surprised him.

The efficiency of the stone turtle in absorbing Kun spirit is about the same as that of absorbing Gen spirit, about ten points per month.

At this time, Ji An was vaguely certain that this strange object was an earth-based treasure.

With his current knowledge, he still had no idea what it was.

"Should I ask an elder?"

Ji An had this idea, but quickly suppressed it. He decided not to test human nature and to slowly find the answer himself.

If a high-ranking cultivator from the sect recognized it as a treasure and wanted to exchange it for it, would he refuse to give it to him or not?

Ji An sank his mind into his dantian, connected with the stone turtle, and lines of words appeared in his mind.

[Master: Ji An]

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

Spiritual Ability: Kan Spirit 3114.5, Gen Spirit 3568.2, Zhen Spirit 782.4, Xun Spirit 3192.2, Kun Spirit 3467.6, Qian Spirit 4289.7, Dui Spirit 4206.6, Li Spirit 3781.6

[Spell: Rejuvenation (36% complete)

Soul Sealing Technique (Great Mastery 7%)

Detoxification (18% completion)]

Ji An's mind left the stone turtle, he scratched his hair and smiled.

Now there are more and more spiritual ideas stored. If he can break through to the Chaoyuan period one day and learn higher-level spells, he will definitely improve rapidly.

The years are beautiful, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

The Valley of Broken Souls is located in the northwest of Qingyun Fairy City, and there is a lot of miasma in the valley.

During the day, the miasma floating in the valley appears colorful and enchanting.

Hidden beneath this beauty is a desolate and dead silence.

There are no plants, no animals, only the gentle whisper of the wind.

The rocks were black, and the muddy ground was also black.

The ground was filled with puddles with bubbles popping out from time to time. The water inside was originally crystal clear, but with the outflow of bubbles, it immediately became turbid.

In the turbid water, grayish-white shadows occasionally appear, flashing by and disappearing.

These were the spirits of animals or monks who accidentally stumbled into the valley, breathing in the miasma, slowly decaying, and dying in solitude. At noon, a giant dragon with twin horns and cyan scales the size of copper coins coiled up, its head near the multicolored miasma.

As it breathed, the miasma that terrified other creatures entered its mouth and nose.

Compared to the dead silence inside the valley, the outside of the valley is a scene full of vitality.

There are dense green trees and bursts of birdsong.

A burly man with a face full of flesh was leaning against a green tree outside the valley, his eyes blurred, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The black goshawk swooped down and landed next to the strong man.

The sturdy man squinted his eyes and looked at it, then stood up slightly.

The hawk's body turned, and black wind swirled around it.

The next moment, it had transformed into the image of a middle-aged man with sinister face and clothing.

"Xiong Ba, Master Qinglong is still cultivating in the valley?"

The strong man nodded slightly:

"Yes, the three hours of Si, Wu, and Wei are when the miasma is most concentrated.

Black Hawk, what is the current situation at Mingfeng Mountain?

He and his opponent were both demon cultivators under the Azure Dragon, and they had sneaked into the territory of human cultivators a few years ago.

He was responsible for finding cultivators to plant soul poison, while the other party traveled back and forth between Mingfeng Mountain and Broken Soul Valley, delivering messages from Lord Qinglong and the Demon King.

"After I passed on the news that the monks from Central Continent had not arrived, the demon kings drove their beasts and continuously increased their attack power.

Even with the help of the Immortal City's mountain protection formation, those cultivators could not hold on for long.

Either give up Mingfeng Mountain or send more monks to support us. There is no third option."

Xiong Ba laughed viciously and said:

“According to Lord Qinglong’s analysis, these cultivators will not abandon the Mingfeng Mountain defense line unless they have no other choice.

As long as the demon kings keep exerting pressure, they must continue to send monks to fight.

That’s when our chance comes.”

Black Hawk laughed twice and said:
"Xiong Ba, you've been following the adults all the time. Can you tell what the adults are thinking?"

“I can guess a little bit.”

"Tell me about it."

Xiong Ba waved his hand and said, "Come closer and listen."

At the hour of Mao, Ji An walked out of the cave and found a communication sword sticking to the door, vibrating violently.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the talisman sword and probed into his spiritual consciousness.

The talisman sword came from Ye Changqing, who described the situation in Mingfeng Mountain and warned that if the monsters' attacks continued to increase in intensity, the sect would have to send more cultivators to Mingfeng Mountain.

He was also reminded to prepare early and protect himself if he was called up.

'Is the situation already so dangerous?'

Ji An was surprised. He got information about the demon disaster from the sect. The intensity of the war was not as tragic as Senior Brother Ye described.

He frowned and returned to the cave, carrying all his belongings on his body.

Talismans, talisman weapons, spiritual tools, and various consumables.

He drove the shuttle and arrived at the cold pond with a heavy heart.

Xia Yulian came forward and said with a bow:
"Master, there's a magical peach tree in the orchard that seems to be a little different."

When she came to the kitchen today, she felt that the light in the orchard was brighter than before, so she walked in to take a look.

It was discovered that the spiritual light emitted by the leaves of one of the spiritual peach trees was warmer and more spiritual than those of the other two, giving people a noticeably different feeling.

Ji An raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and looked towards the orchard, and only then noticed the faint orange-red light penetrating the mist.

His spiritual consciousness spread out and he immediately felt warmth.

"I gonna go see."

He summoned his magic power and flew over to the spiritual peach tree.

With just one glance, he could identify the unique spiritual tree.

The leaves are emerald green and the veins are crimson.

A faint orange-red light lingers on the leaves, swaying like a flickering flame.

Ji An extended his spiritual sense to cover one of the leaves and felt it carefully.

In my spiritual perception, it was as if I was approaching a warm bonfire in the dark night, and I suddenly felt a sense of joy.

The color of the bark was originally dark gray, with a tendency to turn reddish brown.

At the same time the bark becomes rougher and scaly.

He pinched the seal with his hands and released the fire spell.

A warm and moist breath spread out, and an orange-red light covered the land under the spiritual peach tree.

The soft and long-lasting Ding fire magic spreads, nourishing the land and moistening the spiritual trees.

The reddish-brown color of the bark is more obvious, and it has a crystal-like luster.

The color of the leaf veins is deeper and more colorful.

Placing his hand on the spiritual tree, Ji An carefully felt the breath flowing through the trunk.

"Second-level mid-grade spiritual plant!"

He laughed out loud, and the gloom in his heart caused by the news of Mingfeng Mountain was diluted a lot by the joy.

Some things cannot be changed, but life must go on.

Independently cultivating a second-level mid-grade spiritual plant is of great significance, which means that he has truly stepped into the ranks of high-level spiritual farmers.

The second-grade medium-grade spiritual fruit can be supplied to Chaoyuan-stage cultivators, which can be of some help in their understanding of the power of the five elements.

"Brother Ye, you brought me bad news, but I'm giving you good news."

After laughing deeply a few times, Ji An took out a golden sword for communication, entered the information and fired it out.

The golden light passed through the thick fog and disappeared from his sight.

After thinking for a while, he took out a dozen communication swords, recorded the message into them, and then activated them all.

Like silver-scaled fish, the talisman swords flew away, swaying with silver light.

The recipients of the talisman sword were Jia Yu, Master, Li Minghui and others, and other friends were also notified.

At this time, of course, you have to spread the good news as quickly as possible to show your potential.

When the sect considers recruiting tasks, it can also assign some easier and safer tasks.

'It's because your cultivation is too poor. Any disturbance in the world of immortal cultivation is like a mountain falling on a small cultivator.

If I were a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, why would I be afraid of a small demonic disaster?!

Ji An bit it, turned around and flew back to the kitchen.

"Yulian, serve breakfast.

The spiritual peach tree you mentioned has been cultivated into a second-grade medium-grade spiritual plant. Tell Huang Xuan that each person will be rewarded with fifty spiritual stones!

"Congratulations, uncle!"

Xia Yulian's eyes are curved like crescent moons, emitting vivid colors.

She placed the prepared spiritual food on a tray, poured a cup of bamboo tube mulberry wine, and brought it into the next room.

"Uncle Master, please enjoy your meal!"

Ji An nodded slightly, ate his breakfast in no time, and then drank the spirit wine in one gulp.

He rushed out of the room like a flash and came to the second-level medium-grade spiritual tree in the orchard.

He quickly placed the Canglong wood and other spiritual objects, then sat down cross-legged and began to practice the exercises.

Various colors of spiritual light gathered towards his body, and mist and spiritual energy entered his mouth and nose with his breathing.

Becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator is a distant dream, but it is still worth looking forward to if you work hard to enter the Chao Yuan period as soon as possible.

Only when you have strength can you be fearless. Roll up!

(End of this chapter)