Ball Ball Cultivation

The rest of her journey was to cultivate her spiritual consciousness in addition to her normal training. She didn't have any familiar friends, as her grandfather was more interested in her great-grandson. Qingheng seemed to be busy with his own things, and the two babies would come over every afternoon to have dinner together, so she would not bother him anymore.

After three days of flight, we arrived at the vast square at the foot of Mount Everest. Looking out, we saw hundreds of battle platforms of varying sizes lined the center. Surrounding the open ground were stone tablets two men tall, inscribed with the names of various sects, aristocratic families, and demon clans. These tablets were arranged in a circle around the battlefield. Each sect had its own designated area, and each battle field was surrounded by ample areas for referees and spectators.

The flying boat landed behind the Taixu Sect's stele. The cultivators emerged one by one, and the leading elder folded up the boat. On the other side, another leading elder summoned a large Dharma House. Qiuqiu was about to follow the other participants in when Grandpa stopped him, saying, "We have our own Dharma House. We'll live next to it. The other Nascent Soul cultivators who aren't participating will find their own accommodations."

Only then did Qiuqiu realize that there were already four or five scattered Dharma houses of varying sizes around them. Because the neighboring sect was Leiyin Temple, most of the people here were still tents. Some small sects and independent cultivators in the distance mostly had tents, and many people just used a cushion. Of course, there were also many people waiting and standing to watch the battle.

As more and more people came, a free market gathered in the open space below the square. Hearing the disciples talking, he wanted to go out for a walk. He originally wanted to call his grandfather, but as soon as he arrived at his grandfather's door, he saw Qingheng with two children.

"These two have been crying and looking for you. They miss you."

Qiuqiu: "Come here, let me hug you, what's going on?"

Qing Xu rushed to answer: "The old man in purple clothes said that our mother doesn't want us anymore." After saying that, he looked at his brother Qingwu and father Qingheng, seeking approval, his two big eyes filled with tears, which made people feel very soft-hearted.

Qiuqiu helped them wipe away their tears: "Listen to their nonsense, how could your mother not want you? But you have to practice in the future, and it is definitely impossible for you to always be with your parents. Everyone has his or her own path to walk. It is impossible for me to be with you all the time."

After saying this, he looked at Qing Heng, who was rubbing his nose awkwardly. It was no wonder that these words scared the two little brats; the father deserved all the credit!

Qing Heng: "Are you going out? What's going on?"

"I want to go to the market to see if there are any rare medicinal herbs or minerals. Do you want to come with me?" Qiuqiu assured her that she was just saying it casually. Unexpectedly, the other three replied in unison: "Let's go together."

Qing Heng was embarrassed... He wasn't the type to use the kid's crying to escape from those people who were constantly bragging and discussing so he could be with his wife!!!

Qiuqiu: "Aren't you afraid that they will recognize you?"

Qing Heng: "This is easy. All you need to do is cast a small isolation spell. As long as your cultivation level is lower than mine, you won't be able to see our appearance clearly."

So the family of four came to the Free Market. Grandpa Xu, who was waiting at home, was so bored that he couldn't even swat a mosquito to death.

The spontaneous stalls were very messy, with various materials and finished products for elixirs, talismans, weapons and arrays, as well as rare treasures, all placed together in a chaotic manner without any designated areas.

Most of these were finished products refined by the cultivators themselves, mostly of the first, second, and third grades, with fourth-grade and above being very rare. From a cursory glance, it seemed that their main focus was on rare and precious spiritual plants and the materials needed for formations. Qing Heng mainly enjoyed the fun of family shopping together. The two little dragon cubs, clutching the various snacks their father had bought, were incredibly well-behaved.

After looking all the way, I finally came across a stall that mainly sold various spiritual seeds. The shrewd young owner greeted me warmly: "Fellow Daoist, please feel free to look around. If you need anything, the prices are absolutely fair and we will not cheat anyone."

Qiuqiu squatted down and carefully examined the dead branches and seeds on the ground. She saw a large basket of green earth scraps next to the boss. Qiuqiu had never seen these spiritual plants before. After careful selection, she finally chose two branches, three root-like objects, and a small bag of strange-shaped seeds. When she was about to ask the price, Qingheng added a black branch and seven or eight spiritual seeds to Qiuqiu: "You want all of these, and the box of earth scraps next to you. How many spirit stones are there in total?" He casually threw the four large clods of earth used to press down the cloth into the basket.

The stall owner, whose cultivation had reached the great perfection of foundation building, immediately put on a smile when he saw Qingheng's behavior. He pulled the backpack with one hand and quickly crushed four large clods of earth with the other hand. He handed them to Qingheng without seeing any mystery in them. Feeling a strong pressure, he neatly quoted a reasonable price. As soon as the transaction was completed, he heard a coquettish female voice: "Stop, I was the first one to see the wooden sculpture embracing a long sword. I have brought the spirit stones. Give it to me quickly!" As she said that, she threw three medium-grade spirit stones on the stall and looked straight at Qiuqiu and his group!

The stall owner said, "Fairy, it's unfortunate that the wood root you value has already been bought. You expressed your desire to purchase it, but you didn't leave a deposit, and I didn't agree to keep it for you. You really can't blame me for this. Besides, it's not a root carving, just a strange-looking tree root that my ancestor accidentally brought back from a remote place. It's been identified as having very little spiritual energy and can only be considered a rarity, not a treasure. So take a look at the remaining items and see if there's anything you like. I'll give you a discount."

After learning the origin, I realized that I had never seen this kind of spiritual plant before, so I also knew the reason. I wondered what was so special about that little hole in the ground. I would ask Huahua to help me explore it in the future.

He whispered to Qing Heng through telepathy, "You are a wood-attributed dragon. Is there something wrong with the soil?"

Qing Heng: "I can sense the aura of the Wood God Tower and the Earth God Tower. Please keep them carefully. The inherited memory has not been fully unlocked yet. I will go back to my tribe to check the ancient books."

The Wood God Tower and the Earth God Tower can promote the growth of spiritual plants, immortal plants and even divine plants. These things only exist in ancient legends and have long been lost.

Next, Qiuqiu and his group bought a lot of commonly used minerals and some spiritual plants that were lacking in their own space.

Three days passed in a flash, and all parties gathered at the foot of Mount Everest. The once-in-a-century Mount Everest Conference officially began. On the largest observation deck on the mountainside, sat more than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators, all of whom were extraordinary, displaying the aura of superiors. Qiuqiu knew Gu Jun, the leader of the Taixu Sect; Chi Mian, the leader of the Duobao Pavilion; Zhu Man, the chief of the Suzaku Clan (because the blood of the divine beast was rare, the demon clan was called the Fire Thunderbird Clan internally, but the Suzaku Clan was still known to the outside world); Bai Ran, the chief of the White Tiger Clan, who had a 50% resemblance to Bai Yi and had the most prominent kingly aura; Xuan Ming, the chief of the Black Tortoise Clan, who had a 60% resemblance to Xuan Chen, who was gentle but secretly lazy; Qing Ling, the chief of the Azure Dragon Clan, who had a slight resemblance to Qing Heng, who was noble and arrogant;