Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

"Excuse me, senior brother..." Gu Chi originally wanted to ask this senior brother for some information, but in the blink of an eye, the other party disappeared.

In the middle of the medicinal field stands an ancient tree, a hundred feet tall, with a crown covering the sky. Its entire body is as crystal clear as jade, flowing with a soft glow, which is quite magical.

"This is a sacred tree." Gu Chi exclaimed repeatedly, and walked to the big tree with the big black dog and knocked on it curiously.

Afterwards, they walked into the thatched hut and found a lot of books in an old wooden box, which recorded the names, uses and planting experiences of various magical medicines.

Gu Chi looked around. Although the thatched hut was a bit simple, she and Lao Hei were not picky about where to live. As long as it could shelter them from the wind and rain, it was fine.

After tidying up the house simply, the man and the dog came to a pool under a waterfall. The big black dog dived in and played around, splashing water with its paws.

Gu Chi sat down on a large bluestone nearby and took out a booklet to read through it carefully. It listed the rules and requirements that needed to be followed in taking care of the spiritual medicine garden.

For example, every spiritual medicine in the spiritual medicine garden needs to be recorded in the book from the date of planting. The elders of the Xuanwu Hall will come to reconcile the accounts every five years. If anyone is found to have hoarded any of the spiritual medicine, their contribution points will be cleared and the person will be imprisoned and punished. If the circumstances are serious, they will be executed on the spot.

Gu Chi read it carefully and memorized every one of them.

"It seems that the life of a cultivator is not as free as we imagined."

Gu Chi closed the booklet, rubbed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the silver waterfall in front of him that hung down from the towering spiritual peak.

She planned to build a cave on the cliff behind the waterfall, and practice in the cave in the future, while the thatched house outside would be used to hide from others.

Life is long, and every step requires detailed planning. As long as you have a direction in mind and know what to do, life will not feel boring.

Gu Chi started looking through the "Code of Ethical Conduct for Sect Disciples" again.

Disciples are strictly prohibited from fighting privately within the sect. If there is any grudge, they can go to the sect hall to apply and fight on the martial arts stage to decide life or death.

Except for going out on missions, no one is allowed to go down the mountain without permission. If there is an important matter, one must go to the sect's main hall to apply. Each disciple can apply to go down the mountain twice a year, one month each time, and the time can be accumulated.

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In short, no matter what you do in the sect, you must follow the steps and the prescribed process, which cannot be exceeded.

"Old Black, stop playing. Let's make plans for the future." Gu Chi called the big black dog over.

"Our first step is to open up a cave and put all our belongings inside so that no one will notice us. We can also practice in the cave without being noticed."

"The second step is to slowly accumulate contribution points. We have the [Root of Tao] cheat, so we don't have to worry about not meeting the annual spiritual medicine quota."

"The third step is, once we have enough contribution points, we will go and exchange it for a magical skill to take our combat power to the next level."

Gu Chi spoke in an orderly manner, and the big black dog pricked up its ears and listened attentively.

They now have the entry-level "Qi Training Art" and have supplemented the details. At least they can practice with confidence before reaching the foundation-building stage. What they have to do next is to just stay alive and develop slowly.

The next day, the sky was clear. A man and a dog sat under the sacred tree, practicing according to a book called "The Art of Moving Clouds and Transporting Water", mobilizing the true energy in their bodies.

This technique does not have any lethal power. Its only function is to condense the spiritual energy of this secret realm into rainwater to irrigate the spiritual medicines in the medicine fields.

This was just a broken martial arts book that was neither tasty nor worth throwing away, but it was actually divided into five levels, which made Gu Chi feel dissatisfied.

Although you can experience the feeling of turning your hand to make clouds and turning your hand to make rain, it is only limited to this secret realm. Once you leave the secret realm, this technique will be useless.

What made Gu Chi even more speechless was that this broken technique was actually so difficult to practice. She and Big Black Dog studied it for a whole day, but they couldn't produce even a drop of water, let alone rain. In the end, they could only carry a wooden bucket and go to the pond to fetch water again and again.

The hundred-acre medicinal field was too much for Gu Chi and the big black dog to handle even though they were both very strong. The man and the dog dragged their half-dead bodies back to the thatched cottage, and fell headfirst on the grass, looking anxiously.

"No, Lao Hei, we have to complete this 'Cloud-Moving Water-Conveying Art' as soon as possible. We have nearly a hundred acres of medicinal fields. Even if we can handle it physically, we simply can't spare the time to practice!"

Gu Chi made up his mind that he must practice the "Art of Moving Clouds and Transporting Water" to the first level no matter what.

The big black dog nodded weakly, agreeing with the same thought.

On the third day, the man and the dog put their heart and soul into it, and finally they condensed a small dark cloud, and heavy rain poured down, but it only lasted for the time of an incense stick before dissipating.

"That's fine. Just use it a few more times. It's dozens of times more convenient than fetching water bucket by bucket. It can save you a lot of time for cultivation."

Gu Chi was not discouraged. After all, this was only the effect of the first level of "The Art of Moving Clouds and Transporting Water". If he practiced to the second level, or even the highest level, he might be able to irrigate the hundred acres of medicinal fields with just a flick of his hand.

Tonight, the night sky was dotted with stars. Gu Chi quietly walked out of the thatched cottage, sat alone on the grass in front of the house, and looked up at the starry sky.

"I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to return to my original world in this lifetime."

Gu Chi muttered to himself.

She is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage and doesn't even know what her biological parents look like.

She didn't actually have a strong desire to go back to her original world. She had no friends or relatives there, and there was nothing or anyone worth her missing.

But that is the hometown where she grew up after all. If she has the chance, she would like to take the big black dog back to visit.

"Perhaps when Lao Hei and I reach a certain level of cultivation, we'll be able to break through the spatial barrier and travel back. What level of cultivation do we need to reach? And how long will it take to reach that level? By the time we reach that level, how far will Earth civilization have developed?"

Gu Chi's mind was filled with questions one after another. He gradually fell asleep, mumbling softly, "They should have left Earth a long time ago and started an interstellar civilization, right?"

The next day, as the sun rose, Gu Chi and the big black dog had fully recovered their energy and vitality, and started a busy day.

"Let's go up the mountain and get some game to eat."

After irrigating the medicinal fields, Gu Chi set his sights on the mountains at the end of the horizon.

They haven't eaten anything these days, and no one has come to bring them food.