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Chapter 8: Spirit Peach Ripe, Eighth Level of Qi Practice

after one day.

"Oh, eat slowly."

He looked at a group of fluffy ducklings chattering in front of him, and couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Twelve geese with purple stripes broke out one after another, and became this group of cute young geese.

They look docile and cute, but the only thing that is not beautiful is that the cost of raising them is a little high.

Right now, the Ziwen geese are still very young, and if they are not careful, they may die prematurely. In order to raise them, Chen Nianzhi has no choice but to make porridge with Lingmi.

However, Lingmi is extremely precious, and a single Lingshi in the market can only buy three kilograms of Lingmi.

Before Chen Nianzhi, the family gave him a subsidy of [-] kilograms of spiritual rice every year, that is, a salary worth ten spiritual stones. Together with the spiritual stones, it was more than enough to supply him for his own practice.

But now the conditions of the Chen family are in dire straits, and most of Lingmi has been sold to repay the debt, which naturally cut off Lingmi's salary.

If it wasn't for when he came to Linghuzhou, the three elders resolutely stuffed him ten kilograms of spiritual rice, I am afraid that he would not have spiritual rice to feed Ziwen geese now.

These spiritual rice are Chen Nianzhi's ration, which can speed up his practice. He has been in Linghuzhou for four months, and he is willing to eat one or two every three days, and now there are only six kilograms left.

Unexpectedly, there were twelve more mouths all of a sudden. These little guys didn't know that Lingmi was precious. They fought and fought each other around Lingmi porridge.

"Eat, eat, eat."

"If it goes on like this, my family will be emptied by you."

Chen Nianzhi said angrily, although he said so, he still grabbed a or two of Lingmi and cooked a bowl of porridge for these little guys.

After feeding more than a dozen little guys, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, unable to help but cry.

"The immortals in the novels of the previous life, the protagonists are all graceful and unparalleled, like exiled immortals facing the dust, and they are all over the world."

"I didn't expect that when I really arrived in the Xiuxian world, I was actually farming, feeding fish, and raising ducks."

"Xiu Xian has been cultivated like this, I'm afraid you don't dare to write novels like this, right?"

Thinking of this, Chen Nianyi smiled for a while, looked at the guqin on the attic in front of the bamboo house, and smiled again.

He was an art student in his previous life, and the guqin in front of him was the only hobby he had left in his previous life.

"No one stipulates that cultivation must be all about fighting and killing."

"I have nothing to do to play the piano, plant a few acres of spiritual fields, feed some spiritual fish, and raise a few immortal birds. Isn't this a kind of practice?"

He spoke calmly to himself, very peaceful in his heart.

In practice, resources are the top priority. If you don’t farm or plant renewable resources, and all of them go to snatch each other, where will the resources come from?

The reason why the demon cultivators are shouting at everyone in the cultivation world is because they do not do anything about production, hunt mortals and monks in large numbers, and use human flesh and soul to sacrifice and refine magic weapons. This is to destroy the foundation of the cultivation world.

They are selfish and pay attention not to kill the world for their own sake, and even squeeze the potential of the world for their own practice, killing chickens to get their eggs is a common occurrence.

If the Chen family is destroyed one day, most of the 10,000+ mortal descendants of the Chen family will be reduced to the blood of demon cultivators and monsters, and their souls will not be at peace after death. This is why the elders of the Chen family and a large number of monks have been sitting in Pingyang County all year round reason.

"Three taels of Lingmi every day, and the remaining six catties of Lingmi can only be supplied for 20 days."

"Fortunately, after 20 days, they can go through the most vulnerable juvenile period."

Chen Muzhi calculated how long the remaining spiritual rice could last. Fortunately, Ziwen Yan is a spiritual beast after all, and it can be fed with ordinary rice or stocked in Lingzhou Lake.

There are no other monsters in Lingzhou Lake except the docile Cangqing Lingyu. As long as the Ziwen Yan has passed its infancy, it is enough to hunt for food in the lake without fear of the attack of ordinary beasts.

In the following days, Chen Nianzhi returned to his daily practice.

In his spare time, he warms up the spiritual field every half a month, takes care of the treasured elixir, occasionally counts the blue-green spirit fish, and then feeds and feeds the spirit geese, and the days pass quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of July. On this day, Chen Nianzhi stood under the spirit peach tree, looking at the 56 spirit peaches that had grown on the tree, and couldn't help showing joy.

Today, the spirit peaches of the spirit peach tree have finally matured, and there are a total of 56 spirit peaches, which are worth 280 spirit stones.

In joy, he picked a peach, tried it and took a bite, and found that the peach was not only rich in spiritual power, but also sweet and delicious, extremely delicious.

"This peach is really extraordinary."

"No wonder it's so expensive."

Chen Muzhi was surprised, this was the best peach he had ever eaten.

When a spiritual peach entered his stomach, he felt as if he had refined a treasured pill, and his infuriating qi increased by a small amount, and he even touched the threshold of the eighth level of qi training.

It has been eight months since he broke through the seventh level of qi training. It stands to reason that at the speed of his cultivation, it will take about two years to break through the eighth level of qi training.

However, he hunted and killed two geese with purple patterns before. This kind of monster was a great supplement to the cultivator's cultivation. After he steamed the two geese with purple patterns, he saved a lot of cultivation time.

Now that I eat another peach, my cultivation has finally reached the threshold of the eighth level of qi training.

"One peach is not enough."

Seeing that the opportunity to break through the eighth level of qi training came, Chen Nianzhi swallowed seven or eight spiritual peaches one after another, and finally had enough true qi to start hitting the eighth level of qi training.

After just half an hour, the spiritual energy all over his body shook slightly, he opened his mouth and spit out a wisp of white mist, and then opened his eyes with joy.

"Eighth layers of Qi practice."

Chen Nianzhi felt that his infuriating qi was stronger again, and couldn't help showing joy.

Now he has just turned 16 years old, breaking through the eighth level of Qi training at this age is extremely rare, and it can be regarded as outstanding among the big sects of cultivating immortals.

According to this speed, he is very likely to break through the ninth level of Qi training before the age of 20, and then start planning for foundation establishment.

"And the help of more than 50 spiritual peaches every year can also speed up my practice..."

"This can save a lot of time and allow me to break through the ninth level of Qi training as soon as possible."

With such a thought, Chen Nianzhi looked at the spirit peach tree and felt a little excited in his heart.

With these spiritual peaches, he is finally not short of cultivation resources, even if there is no family salary in the next few years, it will not affect his cultivation progress.

Refining peaches, raising ducks, farming, feeding fish, and practicing, the rest of the day will be leisurely and peaceful.

In a blink of an eye, it was late autumn. On this day, a small boat came over Lingzhou Lake, and there was a sound coming from far away.

"Xiao Nianzhi, I'm here."

Chen Nianzhi walked out of Huxin Island and saw three figures walking over.

When he saw the person, he couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle Sixteen."

The person who came was Chen Changlu from the generation of Chen's parents. He ranked No.16 among the elder monks, so he was Chen Nianzhi's sixteenth uncle.

The remaining two are two brothers, Niangan and Nianyuan. Although they are older than Chen Nianzhi, their cultivation and status are far inferior.

Uncle Sixteen is 89 years old this year, his cultivation is only at the seventh level of Qi training, and because of his low cultivation, he escaped the catastrophe a year ago.

When he approached Chen Nianzhi, he noticed the change in Chen Nianzhi's cultivation base at first glance, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Eighth level of Qi practice?"

(End of this chapter)