Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 256 Return to Mingfeng Mountain

The spiritual rice is ripe, and hundreds of spiritual farmers are busy in the fields.

Ji An looked at the busy scene and shook his head slightly.

Liu Erhu, who had been paying attention to his expression, stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Master, you can just rest today, and we can start planting the next crop tomorrow.

According to Master Uncle's planting efficiency, earning contribution points is too easy."

He sighed in his heart. With the other party's spell, the yellow rice could mature in eight days, and the harvest of spiritual rice would be over one million kilograms. He didn't know how the sect would reward him.

Ji An shook his head and laughed, saying:

"If I continue to grow it, the price of yellow sprout rice will plummet immediately, and I won't earn many contribution points."

He now understood that the output of yellow sprout rice in Xizhou could be very high, but various forces maintained a relatively stable price to ensure that low-level disciples had a way to survive.

If a large number of high-level spiritual farmers participate in the cultivation of low-level crops, the output will immediately increase and the price will collapse instantly.

This is called a market economy. By then, it will be possible to buy thousands or even tens of thousands of kilograms of spiritual rice with one spirit stone.

If the price of spiritual rice collapses, many families that rely on farming will not be able to survive.

The current price of Lingmi should be the result of compromise among all parties.

Spiritual rice is just a trivial part of the world of cultivation. What really determines the number of cultivators is the output of spiritual medicine.

Spiritual medicine is not like spiritual rice, the effect of the spell is not that exaggerated.

The higher the level of the spiritual medicine, the more time it takes to cultivate it to a sufficient age.

"You guys go ahead and get busy," Ji An waved his hand and flew back to Chiyan Peak in the shuttle.

Manually harvesting spiritual rice was too slow, so he thought of using magic tools to harvest spiritual rice.

He took out the golden sword of communication, recorded his thoughts into it, and then activated the golden sword.

With golden light flashing, it flew towards Lingxiao Mountain.

He doesn't need to worry about the rest of the things, the Qingongdian will coordinate everything. This is the benefit of being organized.

A few days later, another crop of spiritual rice was ripe.

Ji An looked at the magic weapon flying in the air like a combine harvester and smiled knowingly.

He just provided an idea and the thing was created. A special large-capacity storage bag could solve the storage problem.

The efficiency of the magic weapon is comparable to the manual harvesting of hundreds of spiritual farmers. This is the power of immortal cultivation technology.

Liu Erhu was stunned. Aren’t magic weapons used for fighting?
Looking at it this way, it must have been really stupid to work so hard to harvest with my bare hands for so many years.

Ji An coughed lightly and said:

"Why are you still standing there? Tell the other disciples to get to work."

The disciples in the Qi Refining Stage are mainly responsible for releasing the Fire Curse. Although their casting range is small, they can withstand the large number of people.

This way, he can save mana to complete the planting.

"I was just attracted by the novel magical weapon. Uncle Master, please wait a moment."

Liu Erhu came back to his senses and shouted:

"Stop looking and get to work!"

Three months later.

Ji An sat cross-legged in the mulberry field to practice, with various colored light spots flying around him, and the light golden sun Binghuo was the most eye-catching.

Half a month ago, order was restored in Luofeng Valley. There was no need to grow yellow rice anymore, and his life finally returned to normal.

A golden sword carrying a message flew from the sky and stopped beside him, trembling continuously.

Ji An came out of his cultivation state and took the golden sword to examine it.

'I hereby order Chiyan Peak disciple Ji An to gather at Yingri Peak at noon three days from now and station at Yingfeng Mountain.

Those who fail to show up on time and have no valid reason will be held accountable by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Please hurry up and purchase combat supplies. With this order, you can exchange spiritual weapons at the Treasure Pavilion and enjoy wartime discounts.

"It's finally here."

With a long sigh, Ji An stood up.

There is no way to escape the rolling trend, so let's just go for it.

He patted his storage bag. Everything he needed was inside, but he didn't need to make any extra preparations.

Gathering his magical power and flying back to the cold pond, Ji An called over several Qi Refining disciples and said in a deep voice:
“I received an order from the sect. Three days later, I will take a spirit boat to Mingfeng Mountain.

After I leave, you all must keep the mountain protection formation activated, and don't be stingy with your spirit stones."

The disciples were shocked and bowed their heads, "We will obey Uncle Master's orders."

Ji An glanced at the heavy expressions of the few people and laughed:
"When I return to Scarlet Flame Peak, I'll get drunk with you fellow Taoists. I hope I can make it in time for your foundation-building ceremony."

After saying that, he summoned the flying shuttle and flew out of the Red Flame Peak.

Ningcui Cliff is lush and green, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there are rushing waterfalls on the mountainside, giving it a fairy-like atmosphere.

Ji An landed and walked into the cave with big strides like a dragon.

He smiled and bowed:

"Master, I bid you farewell. I will be heading to Mingfeng Mountain in three days."

The anxiety in his heart had completely calmed down on the way here, and now he was left with only composure.

Mingfeng Mountain is still there, and his mission is nothing more than to hold the position and defend it.

The sect has set up a teleportation array in the fairy city, so unless one unfortunately dies, one can always retreat.

"Has the situation become so critical?"

Ge Ying muttered to himself, the sect actually started to recruit spiritual farmers, the situation in Mingfeng Mountain might be precarious.

Ji An shook his head slightly and said:

"Not entirely. After all, I am a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage. Even if I am not good at fighting, I can do a lot with my abundant mana."

It is true that other spiritual farmers are not good at fighting, but he is an exception.

If he faces opponents of the same level, he is not afraid of anyone, including monsters.

"Be careful. As long as we can hold on for two months, the Canglan Secret Realm will open again and the situation will be better.

By the way, do you have any defensive spiritual weapon on you?"

"Yes, many years ago I asked Brother Zhao Lei from the Weapon Refining Hall to refine the Apricot Yellow Flag. After more than ten years of sacrifice and refinement, the spiritual power of the spiritual weapon is quite strong."

"That's good. I don't have anything else on me, so I'll give you some pills. I hope you'll never need them."

Ge Ying took out several jade bottles and introduced them one by one:
"This gray bottle contains thousand-year-old stalactites, which can quickly restore mana. There are about a dozen drops left.

This light green jade bottle contains two Xuanyuan Rejuvenating Pills. If the Dharma body is injured, taking these pills can heal broken bones, quickly produce blood, and recover from the injury.

This red jade bottle contains a Blood Burning Pill, which burns Qi, blood, and mana. If you use it recklessly, the aftereffects will be severe. Do not take this pill unless it is absolutely necessary."

Feeling that her time was running out, she prepared a pill for each of her disciples, expressing her final concern.

Ji An pursed his lips, took two steps forward and caught the pill with both hands:
"Master's kindness must be etched in our hearts."

He knew very well how precious the Millennium Stalactites and Xuanyuan Rejuvenating Pills were, and that they were hard to come by in the current environment.

I will definitely repay Senior Sister Ge Luoying for this kindness in the future.

"There's not much more I can do to help you. You brothers, please continue to walk the path ahead."

After bidding farewell to his master, Ji An drove the shuttle to Chaoyang Peak.

The setting sun shone, and the golden writing on the mottled plaque gleamed. He stepped into the main hall, where monks were exchanging defensive spiritual weapons.

After the people left, he walked forward, took out his identity jade card and the golden sword for communication, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Master, exchange for an offensive spiritual weapon."

He has enough defensive means, but what he lacks is offensive spiritual weapons.

Jia Yu sighed slightly and said bitterly:
"Those bastards in Zhongzhou really screwed us over!"

He was very clear about the situation on the front line. Although it could not be said to be precarious, it was still struggling, and Jindan stage battles would occasionally break out.

The good news is that the monsters suffered greater casualties, and now it depends on which side will collapse first.

He paused and asked:
"What are your requirements for spiritual weapons?"

Ji An pondered and said:
“First, the attack range must be wide;
Second, it can pose a fatal threat to monsters in the early stages of foundation building."

In fact, his Purple Fire Spirit Gourd could meet the requirements, but he was at a loss after the flame stored in it was exhausted. He was wondering if there was a spiritual weapon that could automatically generate flames.

"Then take the Flame Banner. The refining technique for this spiritual weapon has been passed down in the sect for thousands of years and is the most mature."

"Master's recommendation is definitely good. I will listen to you."

Jia Yu nodded and returned to the secret vault to retrieve the spiritual weapon:
"It used to cost 1,600 Xiao Gong to redeem it, but now there's a discount, and since you enjoy the treatment of a Class A disciple, you only need 1,000 Xiao Gong to redeem it."

Ji An grinned, "Can I exchange for a few more items?"

"You're dreaming! Each person only gets one discount."

"Haha," Ji An laughed, picked up the Flame Banner and looked at it carefully, and said in surprise:

"Why does this spiritual weapon look a bit like the Apricot Yellow Flag?"

"The Apricot Yellow Flag is an imitation of the innate spiritual treasure Wu Ji Apricot Yellow Flag, and the Flame Light Flag is an imitation of the innate spiritual treasure Li Di Flame Light Flag.

The two spiritual treasures are a type of Xiantian Five Directions Flag. They only look similar in style, but the materials and spiritual restrictions used are completely different."

"I see," Ji An nodded slightly.

The innate five flags are ancient treasures that have been passed down. They are the central Wu Ji apricot yellow flag, the eastern Qinglian treasure color flag, the southern Lidi flame flag, the western plain cloud realm flag, and the northern Zhenwu soap carving flag.

No matter which kind of flag it is, it has the ability to attack and defend, and has other wonderful uses.

The effect of the imitation is far worse, and his apricot yellow flag can only be used for defense.

Jia Yu put his elbows on the table and asked with concern:
"How are the preparations going?"

Ji An patted his storage bag and answered confidently:
"We have done the best preparation we can."

Three days later, Ji An arrived at Yingri Peak.

He carried two spirit beast bags, one containing a golden-feathered eagle and the other a gray-feathered sand goose, for reconnaissance purposes.

The other beasts were simply not capable of direct combat, so they stayed at Scarlet Flame Peak.

He took a few glances and estimated that there were about a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators recruited this time, as well as a large number of Qi Refining disciples, about seven or eight hundred people.

A disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall came forward holding something that looked like a spirit disk and said:
"Uncle Master, please leave your mark of magic power."

Ji An scratched his head. There is a sign-in requirement here.

He made some hand gestures, leaving his mark.

Lin Jiuxiao turned his head to look at Chaoyang and shouted:
"It's already morning, get on the spirit boat."

Everyone flew onto the spirit boat and landed on the deck.

Lin Jiuxiao's voice sounded again:

"This time we're heading to Mingfeng Mountain, led by Junior Brother Zhu Xiangrong and I.

The situation on the front line is relatively stable. The main reason is that other cultivators have consumed too much mana, so they need fresh troops.

During the flight, everyone should rest well and adjust their condition. After arriving at Mingfeng Mountain, we will most likely go straight into battle."

Three days later, the spirit boat will arrive at Mingfeng Mountain.

A golden-winged eagle with a wingspan of two meters and several smaller ones were chasing closely. Lin Jiuxiao's eyes flashed with fierceness and he said:
"Junior Brother Zhu, you continue to control the flying boat and I will be back soon."

"Brother, be careful."

"Don't worry, they're just a few flat-haired beasts."

Lin Jiuxiao summoned a flying sword, and flames were bursting out of the spiritual weapon, exuding murderous intent.

He made a sword gesture, and his body and sword flew out of the spirit boat together.

A blazing flame appeared in the sky, instantly covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius, like a rolling sea of ​​fire.

The fire cloud covered the monster head-on, and light green light bloomed on the golden-winged eagle's body, and countless wind blades poured down like waterfalls.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, and a red light flashed out as agile as a dragon, and then a slightly smaller golden-winged eagle split into two halves in the air.

Lin Jiuxiao laughed loudly, and his voice spread in all directions.

"It's a pity that the demon pill was cut open. I will be more careful next time."

The leading golden-winged eagle was furious and swooped down. Countless translucent crescent-shaped wind blades swirled around its body, as if accompanied by a strong wind.

The spirit boat landed in the fairy city of Mingfeng Mountain.

A female cultivator in a light blue robe came hurriedly, holding a sect token:
“The person you called out to, stand behind me. You have other plans.

Ji An, Yuan Lin, and Zhang Shun."

The female cultivator spoke very quickly and soon called out seven or eight names.

Ji An was slightly stunned, then immediately jumped off the flying boat and stood behind it.

He had no idea what the special arrangements were and was suspicious.

The female cultivator glanced at the people behind her, counted them silently in her mind, and then summoned the flying shuttle, "Follow me quickly."

On the way, the nun explained:

“Currently, there is a severe shortage of healing remedies, and injured monks rely entirely on their own mana and self-healing abilities.

We've read from the information that you all practice Wood Element techniques and are also skilled in rejuvenation techniques, so we invite you all to help treat the wounded."

For monks who practice the Wood Element Kung Fu, their magic power contains the ability of growth, which has therapeutic effects and some detoxification ability. When they release healing spells, there is a superimposed effect.

Every time a cultivator is cured, the situation in the Immortal City will improve a little.

"Go all out!"

Ji An said solemnly that his rejuvenation technique was still at the perfect level, so he could take this opportunity to practice the spell.

The others also responded, feeling secretly relieved that they didn't have to go to the front line to fight.

Everyone came to a large courtyard, which was very close to the west city wall. The west city wall was the place that was attacked the most violently, and wounded people were sent here from time to time.

The yard was filled with a strong smell of blood. Broken arms and legs were everywhere. The lucky ones were only cut off, while the unfortunate ones were missing parts. The wailing sounds were endless.

The nun shouted:

"Hurry up, don't just stand there, start treating the wounded!"

There were too many wounded people, and some of them missed the best time for treatment, and they could have survived but died due to the delay.

Ji An's first casualty was a monk whose stomach had been ripped open. He was lying flat on the bloody ground, his robe torn in three places from the abdomen to the hem. He was holding his stomach with both hands, and a piece of his intestines was exposed.

The wounded man's face was covered in sweat and tears, and there were several deep wounds on his right cheek that were visible to the bone.

If the wound had gone up an inch, his eye would have been lost.

Ji An squatted down, took away the injured man's hand, stuffed his internal organs back into place, put the broken intestines together, and then performed the rejuvenation technique.

A emerald green light filled with vigorous energy diffused in the wounded man's abdominal cavity. The intestines slowly grew together, and then the torn belly slowly tightened and healed. Everything was so magical.

(End of this chapter)