Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Soon, the incense stick burned out completely.

"Stop!" Xuanfeng Daoist shouted softly, interrupting everyone's actions.

Many rogue cultivators looked on in despair, staring at the chaotic state of their spirit fields before them, and collapsed to the ground in despair.

Xuanfeng ignored the losers and walked straight up to Shen Feng: "What's your name? What kind of cultivation technique do you practice?"

Shen Feng bowed slightly, his expression neither humble nor arrogant: "This junior, Shen Feng, is a rogue cultivator without a complete inheritance. I only obtained half a fragment of a manual in my early years and practiced some minor wind control techniques. I hope you will forgive my ignorance, senior."

He naturally wouldn't reveal his true identity, and this explanation was prepared in advance.

"Blindly practicing?" Xuan Feng's lips twitched slightly. If this kind of near-microscopic wind control technique was practiced blindly, then wouldn't all the outer disciples in the temple who had worked hard for decades have wasted their time?

However, everyone in the cultivation world has their own opportunities, and he did not intend to delve into it. Xuanfeng reached out and grabbed a Crimson Pearl Grass, which flew into his hand.

He examined the back of the leaf and saw that the insect-eaten areas had been completely removed, the cuts were smooth as a mirror, and not a single vein was damaged.

"Impressive technique." Xuanfeng put the spiritual herb back, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Although you have no wood spiritual root, this wind-type spell is more effective than ordinary wood cultivators in caring for spiritual plants."

"Especially during this period of Earth Spirit Tide, the earth's energy is heavy and turbid, and only the lightness of the wind can dissipate it." At this point, Xuan Feng paused and raised his voice slightly: "Shen Feng, number C7, passed the lower-level A test with zero mistakes."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "Underclassment!" This was an extremely rare assessment in the Wuzhuang Temple's annual evaluations.

Those rogue cultivators who had previously looked down on Shen Feng now had eyes full of awe and envy. Xuan Feng flipped his wrist, and three items appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of Shen Feng.

A drab, gray Taoist robe, seemingly rough, was actually woven from dust-repelling silk, keeping it untouched by dust and possessing a faint defensive array.

A small bronze hoe, half a foot long, with two cloud patterns engraved on its blade, faintly shimmering with spiritual light; it was a low-grade magical artifact.

Finally, there was a thin blue booklet. "Once you enter my Wuzhuang Temple, you must abide by the rules of my temple." Xuanfeng said in a serious tone, "This gray Taoist robe is the symbol of identity for the outer sect spiritual plant growers and servants. Wearing it will protect you from ordinary demonic beasts when walking around the outer perimeter of Wanshou Mountain."

"This Flowing Cloud Hoe was specially crafted to regulate the earth's energy, and is bestowed upon you to cultivate your spiritual fields."

"As for this book, 'The Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique'..." Xuanfeng pointed to the booklet, "Although it is only a basic breathing technique for beginners, it records methods for drawing on the spiritual energy of plants and trees to nourish oneself. Since you are good at wind techniques, if you can apply this knowledge to other areas and use the energy of plants and trees to nourish your wind power, you may be able to make further progress in the future."

Shen Feng's heart stirred. He came to Wuzhuang Temple for this orthodox method of cultivating immortality. Although it was only the basics, Wuzhuang Temple was the ancestral temple of earth immortals, and the purity of its basic techniques far surpassed those common ones outside.

"Thank you, sir." Shen Feng accepted the three items with both hands and bowed respectfully.

Xuanfeng nodded, said no more, turned to look at the others who had passed the test, and began to distribute items. However, his attitude was noticeably colder, and he gave most of them only a grade of B or B below.

Shen Feng draped the Taoist robe over his body, and it fit him quite well. He hung the Flowing Cloud Hoe at his waist and finally carefully put the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" into his pocket.

As his fingers touched the cool cover of the book, Shen Feng's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

The first step was a success!

……

After distributing the items, Xuanfeng Daoist did not linger. He left only the words, "Cultivate diligently and do not neglect the spiritual field," before turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the forest.

The person in charge of receiving the new servants was a Daoist boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Although he was young, his cultivation was unfathomable.

"Follow me." The young Taoist flicked his whisk and led Shen Feng and the others through layers of restrictions.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, the space is folded, seemingly just a mountain peak, but in fact it contains a hidden world. The two walked through a corridor shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scene before them suddenly opened up.

This is a vast area of ​​spiritual fields, divided into countless squares by crisscrossing field ridges. Some spiritual fields are suspended by faint spiritual rain clouds, with the earth's energy rising and intertwining with the sunlight to create a unique rhythm.

"This is the Class C medicinal herb garden," the young Taoist said, pointing to a lush field in front of him. "According to the rules of the temple, the servant disciples each have their own duties. Now that you have received the Flowing Cloud Hoe and Taoist robe, you are responsible for Class C, No. 7 field, which is a total of ten acres."

Shen Feng looked in the direction the finger was pointing and saw that the ten acres of spirit fields were planted with a kind of spirit grass that was emerald green all over and had dewdrops hanging on the tips of its leaves.

"This is the Dew-Condensing Grass. Although it is only a high-grade spiritual plant, it is the main ingredient in the Spirit Nourishing Pill that cultivators in the Refining Spirit stage take daily, and the demand is extremely high."

The young Taoist spoke in a calm tone, as if reciting scriptures: "The Dew-Gathering Grass prefers shade and dislikes sunlight. It needs to draw in the earth's energy to nourish its roots at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM) every day, and draw in the spiritual spring water to wash its leaves at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM). If there is any mistake, the leaves will wither and turn yellow, and the medicinal properties will be lost. You will be held responsible."

After saying that, he tossed Shen Feng a token that was neither gold nor wood: "This is the array plate to open the restrictions on the No. 7 medicine field, and it is also your certificate for entering and leaving the outer sect. You need to hand over three hundred qualified Dew Grasses every month. You can exchange the excess for the sect's contribution points. If you don't meet the requirements, you will be fined spirit stones or expelled from the sect."

After giving these instructions, the young Taoist didn't waste any more words. He turned around and rode away on a cloud, leaving Shen Feng alone standing on the edge of the field.

Shen Feng did not rush into the spirit field, but took a deep breath first.

Upon entering the lungs, one is greeted by an extremely clear and refreshing spiritual energy, with a concentration more than three times that of the outside world. This is merely the planting area of ​​the outer sect's miscellaneous disciples. If it were the inner sect, or even the core of the Wuzhuang Temple where Zhenyuan Daxian cultivates, how rich would the spiritual energy be?

"As expected of the Daoist temple of the ancestor of earth immortals, Longevity Mountain is a blessed land."

Shen Feng secretly praised him, then activated the token in his hand. A pale blue light screen flickered at the edge of the field ridge, and then a portal opened.

He stepped inside, the soil beneath his feet displaying a strange dark red hue, its texture soft and subtly warm.

This is Crimson Blood Spirit Soil, nurtured by the earth's vein energy year-round. In the outside world, a pound of it can sell for hundreds of spirit stones, but here it is only used as the foundation soil for paving.

Beside the field stood a simple stone house, its interior furnishings minimal: a couch, a table, and a futon.

Shen Feng tidied up the stone house briefly, but did not rush to tend to the dew-collecting grass. It was noon, when the yang energy was at its peak, and the dew-collecting grass leaves were curled up and in a dormant state, so it was not advisable to disturb them.

He sat cross-legged on the futon and took out the thin blue booklet from his bosom, "The Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Manual".