Ball Ball Cultivation

Lan Li: "Only a few of the spirit seeds have turned gray, but nearly one-third of the essence and blood have been damaged. What's going on?"

Xuan Zhuo: "Spirit seeds fall into a deep slumber. Even without the Wood Flow Bottle, some can remain active for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Their outer shells themselves have a protective effect. Their essence and blood are just energy-rich blood. If it is released from the seal, it will quickly dry up and deteriorate."

Qing Heng complained in his heart: That’s not necessarily true. I only got a drop of blood from the gods. I don’t know how long it has been floating in the space debris, but it still contains huge energy and can purify my blood. But I can’t tell you, although I don’t know why.

"Everyone, activate your bloodline and take the wooden flow bottle that is closest to your bloodline. You can decide how to divide it."

Anyway, unless I make any further progress, the Azure Dragon's blood essence will not be of much use to me.

Qing Heng Guardian, everyone activated their bloodlines. Xuan Zhuo and Xuan Ming's bloodlines were the closest, and they were attracted by the same bottle of blood essence, which eventually landed in front of Xuan Ming.

"I can attract blood essence because I have the King's Seal. I don't need the blood essence for now, so please keep it, Grandfather."

Xuan Zhuo: "I don't plan to refine the blood essence here. I will collect it first. I sense that there are at least ten drops of blood essence in it. I only need five drops. Your cultivation level can refine three drops, and the remaining two drops can be handed over to the clan."

Xuan Ming: "Just give it to father directly."

Xuan Zhuo: "Stupid, this can't be a secret. Just tell everyone that I got five drops of blood essence. I'll take two, you get one, and the remaining two drops will be given to the clan. That'll be an explanation."

After hearing about the Xuanwu family's plan, others followed suit. Bai Bo said to Bai Ran in a harsh tone:

"Give me three drops. Refining them will improve your cultivation. Quickly organize the White Tiger Clan. They've been in this position for decades, but they don't have power. Beat those guys who are fighting for power until they submit."

"There's nothing in our White Tiger Clan that can't be solved with a fight. If we can't solve it, we'll just fight again until they submit. If you can't do your job as the Clan Leader, give the position to your son. That kid's bloodline and brains are much stronger than yours. Our White Tiger Clan has never had a Clan Leader as unruly as you."

It seems that Bai Bo has a deep resentment towards Bai Ran, the inactive patriarch.

Bai Ran was scolded like a grandson, and quickly nodded and agreed: "I will definitely improve my cultivation and support my daughter and son. I will not follow my old path and be bullied by other tigers."

Bai Bo: "As the purest white tiger, you can still be bullied by wild beasts. You are useless. Bai Yi and Bai Er are much stronger than you. Although they were not born in the tribe, there is no younger generation in the tribe who does not listen to them. The tribe can only grow and develop with cubs like them."

After saying this, he boasted to Xuan Zhuo and Qing Heng for a long time. He knew that Zhu Yan already had a pair of pure-blooded Suzaku cubs. In return, they rolled their eyes, as if no one had them.

Zhu Yan, on the other hand, only wanted three drops of Vermillion Bird's blood: "I have already obtained the Ancestral King Seal. Three drops of blood are enough. Leave two drops to the clan, and you can distribute the remaining five drops privately."

Zhu Man: "Don't you want to leave two drops for Qiqi and Qinqin?"

Zhu Yan: "They don't need it. They are born pure-blooded Vermillion Birds and don't need blood essence to purify their bloodline. Although it is immortal-level blood essence, it has been lost for tens of thousands of years and there is not much energy left. Besides, cultivation is more solid when it is gained through self-cultivation. Refining the energy of blood essence to improve cultivation is not the best way."

Qing Heng saw that everyone had gained something, but Lan Li was the only one who got nothing. He had also been planning for hundreds of years and had made many sacrifices along the way:

"Lan Li, I can't give you these essences and spirit seeds. To be honest, the importance of essences and blood to us monsters is self-evident. Giving them to you can only be used to refine your body or draw talismans, which is a huge waste."

"Besides, most of the spiritual seeds are immortal spiritual seeds. Even if you give them to me, I can't grow them alive. I can only sell the seeds for some spiritual stones."

"Let's divide the proceeds into ten parts, one for each of us. My wife contributed the most, so she'll get another part. Those of you who still owe her talismans or pills should give her some as well."

"So, after the blood essence is returned, we'll ask other demon tribes to bring us a large amount of resources in exchange. The proceeds will be divided into four parts. You will take the share, and we will take the dragon blood essence and all the spirit seeds."

Seeing everyone's disapproving looks, he quickly explained, "The spirit seeds have been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and the spiritual energy has been lost severely. We don't know if they can be grown alive. These are basically immortal seeds, and there is basically no possibility of them being grown alive in the world of cultivation. Even if you take them back, how will you preserve them?!"

"The space within my abdomen contains wood-attributed vitality, making it the most likely place for long-term preservation. If any of my plants are successful in the future, you will have priority to purchase them, and the price will be 80% of the market price."

Bai Bo: "If you ask your wife to refine the elixir for me, I will agree. I am willing to pay the original price, but I want priority."

Lan Li then realized that Qiuqiu was also a master of alchemy, and nodded in agreement, "Let's divide the essence and blood into five parts. I'll have to rely on Master Xu for alchemy in the future."

Everyone had some kind of kinship with Qiuqiu, and they were happy to oblige, as the spirit seeds were truly of little use to them. Qingheng no longer refused. Qiuqiu had sacrificed so much along the way, and he truly deserved the reward.

A few days later, Qiuqiu woke up, and Qingheng quickly told everyone to leave: "Let's find a safe place and slowly discuss how to solve the current dilemma."

Xuan Zhuo: "Our current situation is rather special. There is no record of any training here in the past. The spiritual energy here is rich, but relatively violent. There should be strong people here."

Bai Bo: "I'm not afraid of fighting."

No one gave him a look; he truly was a battle enthusiast. Now that he was being outclassed by Qing Heng, who had always been on par with him, he felt incredibly resentful and desperately needed to improve his combat prowess.

Qing Heng: "Xuan Zhuo, calculate our next direction."

"Follow the edge of the black fog and walk this way."

“Is it a way to survive or a way out?”

"Neither. It just means that there's a glimmer of hope if we go this way. We might even gain something."

"Then let's go." Seeing Qiuqiu's pale face and the wounds on his body only healing on the surface, he carefully examined him and asked, "Why is the wind blade's wound only healing on the surface?"

Qiuqiu: "The wind blade contains special energy, which constantly destroys my healing and devours my vitality."

"How could this happen? Your pills are useless too?"

Qiuqiu: "My medicine can only replenish the vitality that has been devoured, it can't heal. Let's leave here quickly, I don't feel safe."

Zhu Yan: "What do you mean? I can't detect any pursuers?"

Qiuqiu: "I don't know what special tracking methods the demons have. I always feel a sense of urgency when I pass through the black fog. Even now, I still feel like I'm being watched."