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

As a wandering cultivator without a lineage, Fan Yuan's journey has been marked by a lack of the tightly integrated system of orthodox Taoist sects.

Opening the book, the first page had no text, only a drawing of a tender sprout breaking through the soil, with few lines, yet conveying a stubborn vitality.

Turning the page further, you'll find densely packed formulas and diagrams for circulating qi.

"Plants and trees are like the hair of the earth; they grow from the soil and nourished by water and dew..."

Upon first reading, Shen Feng frowned slightly.

This seems to be just a farming manual that teaches plant growers how to use their own magical powers to nurture plants.

The methods recorded therein are mostly about how to control the frequency of spiritual energy output so that it is synchronized with the breathing of plants and trees, and how to transform one's own spiritual energy into nutrients that are easily absorbed by plants and trees.

This method seems to offer no benefit in combat, and its efficiency in improving cultivation is far less than that of specialized breathing techniques.

"Is that all?"

Shen Feng closed the book, shut his eyes and pondered, the words of Xuanfeng Daoist still echoing in his ears.

Wuzhuang Temple is a top power in this world, and Zhen Yuanzi is a great master of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones. The things passed down from his disciples, even if they were for menial tasks, could never be so shallow.

As night falls, the night sky above Longevity Hill is ablaze with stars.

Shen Feng opened the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" again. This time, he no longer regarded it as a cultivation method, but instead slowly simulated the Qi circulation route in his own meridians.

Although he lacks a wood elemental root, his wind elemental root is a variant of wood, so they are essentially of the same lineage.

As his spiritual energy circulated according to the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique," Shen Feng gradually noticed something amiss.

The Qi circulation route of this exercise is not for speed, but for stability. It does not follow the main meridians of the twelve regular meridians, but focuses on those subtle collaterals, like the roots of a plant, deeply penetrating every corner of the body.

"This isn't practicing Qi cultivation; this is... establishing a firm foundation."

Shen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them.

He re-examined those seemingly ordinary formulas:

"Guiding the Qi back to its origin is like rooting in thick soil, and dispersing the Qi to the limbs is like leaves spreading across the sky."

This... is clearly explaining the relationship between humanity and the universe!

In the orthodox Taoist philosophy, the human body is a microcosm. Ordinary practitioners only know how to plunder the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish themselves, like locusts passing through. Although they progress very quickly, their foundation is weak. Once they encounter a heavenly tribulation, they will die without a chance of survival.

However, the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" teaches people how to plant themselves in the world like a plant.

It receives the light of the heavens above, connects with the fertile earth below, and is in harmony with the people in between.

It does not compete or fight, but adapts to the changes of the four seasons and regulates its own yin and yang.

Shen Feng tried to follow the instructions in the cultivation technique, slowly extending a wisp of spiritual power from his fingertips, attempting to sense the rhythm of the crimson spiritual soil beneath his feet.

At first, there was complete silence.

But as he adjusted his breathing, lowering his own frequency, and lowering it again, until it became in sync with the pulse of the land.

"Thump...thump..."

He heard it.

A deep, steady undulation, like the rhythm flowing from the earth's veins deep within.

Immediately afterwards, the wisp of wind-attribute spiritual power at his fingertips underwent a subtle change without any deliberate manipulation.

The originally sharp and light wind has become soft and lingering, tinged with a hint of earthy heaviness.

"The foundation of a tree lies in the soil."

Shen Feng suddenly felt enlightened.

The core of the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" lies not in nourishing the spirit, but in nourishing the root.

For spiritual plants, their roots are in the soil; for cultivators, their roots are in the foundation of the Dao, in conforming to and utilizing the laws of heaven and earth.

This booklet may seem to be teaching you how to care for plants, but it actually subtly corrects a cultivator's breathing habits, transforming their spiritual energy from a predatory type to a cyclical type.

Once this method is mastered, spiritual energy will be inexhaustible, and the recovery speed will be several times that of cultivators of the same level. Moreover, the purity of spiritual energy will be extremely high, because every strand of spiritual energy has been repeatedly tempered by the two energies of heaven and earth.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Shen Feng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

This is what constitutes a profound foundation.

What shocked Shen Feng even more was that this technique subtly embodied the principles of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restraint.

There is a method for eliminating insects in the book called Thunderclap Finger. It seems to kill insects by using sharp metal energy, but in fact it uses the budding spring thunder to generate fire with wood energy, fire to refine metal, and metal energy to be contained in one point and then burst out in an instant.

This is hardly pest control! It's clearly the prototype of an extremely profound Five Elements Transformation Killing Technique!

If one can grasp its true meaning and amplify it a thousand or ten thousand times, then this single finger strike will become a bolt of lightning containing both the dual meanings of life and destruction!

It's just a pity that I don't possess the elemental power of metal.

It was late at night, and the moonlight was like water.

Looking at the sleeping Dew Grass covering the ground, he no longer saw them as mere commodities for exchanging for spirit stones, but as countless tiny lives breathing and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

He slowly raised his hand and began to circulate the rudimentary version of the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique".

Fingertips trembled slightly, a gentle breeze swept by.

Where the wind passes, the ten acres of dew-covered grass tremble in unison, their leaves unfurling as if turning over in their sleep, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy carried by the wind.

The seedlings, which had been somewhat wilted, straightened up at a visible speed under the caress of this vibrant wind, and their leaves became even more lush and green.

"The wind is not just about cutting, but also about spreading and awakening."

Shen Feng muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, in the quiet room of an inn in Aokibo City.

Fan Yuan was also simultaneously operating the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" through the perspective of his clone. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Zhenyuan Daxian truly lived up to his reputation as the ancestor of earth immortals.

This introductory manual for mere outer sect servants has broken down this profound and ever-renewing principle into something so easy to understand and integrated it into the most inconspicuous cultivation of spirit fields.

The greatest truths are the simplest; nothing could be simpler.

Fan Yuan took a deep breath. Coming to Wuzhuang Temple was the right decision!

This first step was not only well-executed, but the rewards far exceeded expectations.

In the following days, Shen Feng lived a very regular life.

During the day, he worked in these ten acres of spirit fields, following the methods of the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique," repeatedly combing through the veins of the Dew-Condensing Grass, or summoning a gentle breeze to brush away the dust from their leaves.

At night, he would sit cross-legged on the edge of the field, using the starlight to comprehend the seemingly simple but actually profound technique.

His clone only had the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Refining, making him one of the most inconspicuous among the thousands of miscellaneous disciples in the outer sect of Wuzhuang Temple.

In addition, he was usually taciturn and rarely talked to anyone except for necessary interactions, so he quickly became seen as a blockhead by others.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.

That morning, Shen Feng had just gotten up from the spirit field and was about to go to the spirit spring well to fetch water for irrigation when he saw several young men dressed as servants gathered around the well, talking and laughing loudly.

The leader had a fair complexion. Although he wore a wooden sign indicating he was a servant, the fabric of his Taoist robe was much finer than the others, with cloud patterns faintly embroidered on the cuffs, clearly indicating that it was his own personal robe.