The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Jiang Wan is only at the second level of Qi training and knows very few spells.

In fact, the cultivators here are not like what Xiao Han knows, as described in those immortal cultivation novels. Everyone knows a lot of different spells.

The spells that monks know are basically the most common minor spells. For example, the Cleansing spell for cleaning, the Fireball spell for making fire, and the Spring Breeze and Rain spell for drinking water and growing spiritual herbs.

In theory, Fireball is a very powerful offensive spell, but the common Fireball spells on the market can only emit small fireballs, which is like the offensive Fireball spell being castrated.

As for the other spells, it depends on whether you have learned them.

Especially those offensive spells, no one is willing to teach them to outsiders. This is like the unique skills of martial arts masters in the Jianghu, everyone keeps them to save their lives or to deal with others.

Jiang Yaohua is already a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training, but apart from knowing a few public small spells, she has only managed to learn a wood-type entanglement spell and a gold-type wind blade spell.

Xiao Han wanted to use magic to cut the weeds around the house. Wind Blade Magic was suitable, but Jiang Wan had not learned it yet.

But even if she could, she probably wouldn't use her special skill to mow the lawn.

At this moment, a shadow of a flying bird appeared in front of Jiang Wan, and she immediately injected a little spiritual power into the shadow.

The shadows dispersed, and Jiang Yaohua's voice came from the air, "Where are you now?"

Jiang Wan pulled a sound transmission talisman from her storage bag and activated it, transforming it into a phantom of a flying bird that hovered in the air. Jiang Wan addressed the phantom, "We're in a separate house behind Dawan Village, a mortal settlement in the northwest corner."

Then, after a little more than a breath of time, the shadow of the flying bird disappeared.

Xiao Han was once again amazed. It turned out that this was the communication method used in the world of immortal cultivation.

Strictly speaking, this method of communication is not as convenient as mobile phones in the technological age. However, many magical skills in the era of immortal cultivation are also unattainable in the technological age.

Not to mention the magical art of gentle breeze and rain, at least the vacuum cleaners in the technological age cannot be compared with the art of cleaning.

Just a few minutes after the sound transmission note was sent out, Jiang Yaohua flew over.

Jiang Wan went up to him and asked, "Master, is everything done?"

Jiang Yaohua nodded, then looked at the empty house in front of him surrounded by weeds.

Xiao Han stepped forward and said, "Fairy Jiang, you can put my things here."

Jiang Yaohua glanced at her and said, "You don't need to call me fairy anymore. Now that you have successfully drawn the Qi into your body, you are already a cultivator. When you meet other cultivators in the same realm, you can call them fellow cultivators. For those who are in the foundation-building stage, you can just call them seniors."

Xiao Han nodded obediently, "Okay, thank you for your advice."

Although Jiang Yaohua was her biggest creditor, she felt that it was a great fortune to meet Jiang Yaohua as her master.

Regardless of Jiang Wan's motivation for testing her spiritual roots, it was true that no one took a penny from her. Furthermore, without these two people, even if she could find Fuyuan City, she wouldn't be able to enter, let alone easily find a place to stay.

Moreover, the two of them, intentionally or unintentionally, also taught her a lot of common sense about life in the fairy city, which helped her avoid many detours.

Therefore, she was willing to bear this huge debt.

Jiang Yaohua took out all of Xiao Han's belongings, and piled the clothes, bedding, etc. on the wooden table.

The shoes, some sundries and a remaining lunch box could not fit on the table, so they were placed directly on the ground.

After putting her things away, she took Jiang Wan away.

Fuyuan City is big, but it's also small. If Xiao Han wants to default on her debt, she'll have nowhere to hide unless she leaves Fuyuan City and never returns.

Jiang Yaohua knew that within a few years, she wouldn't even be able to receive any interest, so she didn't bother to care about what Xiao Han was doing.

After the master and disciple left, Xiao Han stepped into the house again and checked it carefully.

After a careful inspection, I realized that the house had not been lived in for many years and was really dilapidated. There were signs of leaks in at least two of the rooms.

Both rooms were small, about 30 square meters, with a wall in the middle that didn't reach the roof, dividing the house into two. The inner room served as a bedroom, while the outer room served as the main hall for dining and entertaining guests.

On the other side of the main hall, there should have been a thatched hut that served as a kitchen. However, the hut fell into disrepair even faster, and after it collapsed, other villagers took the wooden frames and burned them as firewood. Now, only a few broken walls and a half-collapsed earthen stove remain.

After looking around, Xiao Han spread the bedding on the rickety wooden bed, and then she remembered a serious problem - she had no free water to drink.

The little water left in the skin bag is probably enough to quench my thirst tonight.

During this period, she followed Jiang Yaohua and his disciples on the journey. They had the rainwater collected by magic to drink, and if there was sweat on her body, Jiang Yaohua would clean it up with a wave of her sleeve. She never worried about the problem of water.

Now that she lives alone, she can make do with everything else, but she absolutely cannot live without water.

Xiao Han thought about it and went to the headman's house again.

The village head was still the only one at home with his grandson. Xiao Han asked about the price of repairing the roof and buying a few things.

The village head told her that the labor and purchase of a basket of tiles would cost about thirty spirit beads to inspect the roof tiles. Pottery pots, flints, locks, and other items were available at the nearby market, and the lowest-quality items would cost about twenty spirit beads in total.

This price was within Xiao Han's reach, so she immediately took out thirty spirit beads and gave them to the village head, asking him to help hire someone and bring the tiles over.

She also borrowed a sickle so she could take it back to mow the grass. As for shopping, it was getting late today, so she would have to wait until tomorrow to go to the market.

After returning home, I worked for half an hour and cut some of the weeds in front of the door, so that at least there was a way in and out.

Thinking about meditating to absorb spiritual energy, he didn't delay any longer and ate some food in the lunch box. He immediately closed the door and sat cross-legged on the creaking wooden bed without caring whether it was dark or not, and began to meditate and practice.