Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Half a month later, in the underground spiritual field.

He Ling cast a spell, and the spiritual spring water in the wooden barrel in front of her, which was added with the treasure spring, began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then a drizzle covered the entire spiritual field.

Nourished by the drizzle, these magical herbs immediately blossomed and bore fruit, stretching out their branches.

After taking a look at the spiritual field, He Ling nodded.

There are a total of sixty-eight kinds of spiritual medicines needed to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill, but He Ling's spiritual field is not big, so he had to plant some less rare spiritual medicines first.

Then she took out a wooden box, pulled out all the elixirs by the roots, and carefully placed them in the wooden box.

Then she looked at the medicinal seedlings and seeds on the wall, but was at a loss for a moment.

These spiritual medicines are relatively rare, and they grow in different places. Especially the three main herbs, the environments are very different. Where can I find my small underground spiritual field? In the magma, deep pool, or bamboo forest?

He Ling thought about it for a while, but had no idea.

Her idea was beautiful, but when she actually did it, she found it was full of difficulties. If she had to wait until she found these three places, she didn't know how long it would take.

She sighed, and without caring about anything, she sat up on the ground, reached into her left sleeve, and pulled Qing'er out.

Touching the snake's head, He Ling said depressedly, "Hey, Qing'er, why is this so difficult?"

Qing'er was suddenly pulled out by He Ling and was still a little dazed, but when she heard these words, she hissed twice to comfort He Ling.

He Ling gave a bitter laugh, "They are not like you. How can they use dates to break through to the foundation building stage? I'm afraid they will be directly blown up by the spiritual power of the dates before they even reach the foundation building stage."

As soon as these words were spoken, He Ling was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly his brows lit up with joy.

"Yes, jujube, that jujube tree! Baoquan space!"

"Qing'er, you are so smart." As he spoke, He Ling gave Qing'er a big kiss on the top of her head, then immediately let go of Qing'er and walked towards the shelf where the three main medicines were placed.

Qing'er shook her little head, glanced at He Ling, and then dived into He Ling's sleeve again.

Among these three main herbs, He Ling collected the most seedlings of Yangyan Grass. She opened a wooden box and took out a seedling of Yangyan Grass in her hand.

With determination in his heart, he sank into the Baoquan space.

Then she sensed it carefully again, and sure enough, the next moment her eyes lit up. She opened her eyes and looked towards the air in the Baoquan space, and sure enough, she found a young seedling of spiritual medicine appeared in the air.

In the Baoquan space, all things are under the control of He Ling. With a thought, the seedling of Yangyan grass fell beside the jujube tree. However, after thinking for a moment, she put the seedling on the other side so that it would be easier to distinguish them later.

After planting the seedlings on the soil of the Baoquan Space, He Ling's mind moved and she left the Baoquan Space again. She had used up all the Baoquan today, and she would have to wait until tomorrow to know whether the Baoquan Space could cultivate Yangyan Grass.

As for now that he had nothing to do, He Ling took out the Red Flame Golden Sword Technique and started reading it. The book was actually not thick, but He Ling's talent was average and he had no teacher, so if he studied it on his own, he would not be able to comprehend it quickly.

Now I only understand one-fifth of its content.

With things to do, time flies and the next day comes in the blink of an eye.

The next day, when Xiaohong came to take care of the spiritual medicine, He Ling realized that it was already the next day.

He closed his eyes again and sank into the treasure spring space, urging the colorful lotus to produce treasure spring, and then dripped a drop of treasure spring on the seedling of Yangyan grass.

A drop of precious spring water fell, and the leaves of the Yangyan grass only moved slightly, but there was no change in its appearance.

After nine more drops were added, the Yangyan grass began to change, and its stems and leaves grew a lot bigger.

He Ling was delighted. It really worked. Although the Yangyan grass was not mature yet, the fact that it could grow showed that the Baoquan space could ignore the habits of spiritual medicines and the special terrain requirements and forcibly cultivate them.

After the joy, He Ling was shocked. This ability of the Baoquan Space was really mouth-watering. You know, many ancient spiritual medicines have become extinct now. Only a few ancient spiritual medicines can be seen in some extremely dangerous secret realms. Most of these spiritual medicines are top-grade. Once you pick them, you basically can't find a second one in the world.

If He Ling has the ability to enter these secret realms in the future and transplant these spiritual medicines into the Baoquan space, then she will have an endless supply of ancient spiritual medicines!

However, after the joy in his heart, He Ling knew deeply that if other people knew about such a precious treasure as Baoquan, it would definitely cause chaos in the world of immortal cultivation. No matter whether they were Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation cultivators, they would definitely fight to the death for Baoquan.

As for He Ling, the best outcome for him would probably be to be kept in captivity.

As if frightened by his thoughts, He Ling's face turned pale, and he secretly decided in his heart that Baoquan's secret must not be known to anyone else.

Afterwards, He Ling meditated and circulated the small and large cycles of circulation several times before he stood up and walked to the shelves, placing all the spiritual medicine seedlings on the shelves into the Baoquan space.

But when He Ling placed the forty-first spiritual medicine seedling, she suddenly felt a sense of fullness in her lower abdomen, as if she had eaten too much.

Later, when He Ling put in the 42nd kind of spiritual medicine seedling, no matter how he used his mind to control it, the Baoquan space did not react at all.

I immediately understood that the Baoquan space had reached its capacity limit.

After she established her foundation, during those two months, and then another year passed, there were now about forty-two drops of the treasure spring in her body. Adding the jujube tree at the beginning, the number was the same as the amount of treasure spring produced.

It seems that the number of these treasure springs is the same as the number of spiritual medicines stored in the treasure spring space.

He Ling thought to himself.

However, knowing that the Baoquan space had a limited capacity, He Ling classified these spiritual medicines again, dividing those that were easy to grow into one category, and those that had requirements for the cultivation space into another category.

In this way, only twenty-eight of the spiritual medicines were placed in the Baoquan space for cultivation, and the rest were placed in the underground spiritual fields for cultivation.

In this way, He Ling completely solved the problem of cultivating the foundation-building elixir.

Time flies, and five months have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the underground spiritual field, He Ling, dressed in white, was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. In front of her was a furnace floating. A small orange-yellow bead under the furnace was spewing out a small burst of red flame. A medicinal fragrance wafted out from the furnace, filling the entire underground spiritual field.

After a while, He Ling opened his eyes and waved his hand. The flame of the small orange-yellow bead went out and floated back into He Ling's hand.

He uttered another spell, and the small lid of the alchemy furnace was opened. A scent of medicine filled the air.

He looked at the pills in the alchemy furnace. This time there were only four foundation-building pills, which were brown-yellow in color. He Lingke did not add any drops of precious spring water to the spiritual herbs he collected for these four foundation-building pills, so they were very different from the orange-yellow pills before.

Seeing that there were only four pills, He Ling frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "You really can't be careless when refining pills. If you make a mistake in even the smallest detail, the success rate will be 10% less."