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Chapter 51 Seeds
Inner Scene·In Shenyue Lake, the furnace of Tianjun opened a line, and four rays of light flew out from it, falling into the hands of Zhang Chunyi. Among them, three magic seeds, ghost steps, blood-leaking claws, and enchantment, were all low-grade. One grain contains 30 years of cultivation.

In the bamboo garden, Zhang Chunyi fell into contemplation as he handed the Cuiyao Pill to Hongyun for refining.

Ghost Step and Leaking Blood Claw are both yin-type spells, while Hongyun and Six Ears cannot be integrated, and their value is limited. What Zhang Chunyi really cares about is actually the enchantment spell.

"The power of this magic seed is losing."

After confirming that he was not mistaken, Zhang Chunyi felt turmoil deep in his heart.

"This is a seed."

With a little force on his fingertips, the lotus seed in his hand turned into flying ash, and Zhang Chunyi confirmed his guess.

Dharma-seeds are a collection of traces of heaven, earth, and Dao. Each one is an independent individual, but some special Dharma-seeds can derive sub-seeds with their own power. However, the grade will be much lower, and the power of the sub-seed is naturally suppressed by the original method, so there is an obvious difference between high and low.

Monsters refining sub-seeds can also obtain magical powers, but the premise of all this is to obtain the approval of the original magic seed owner, otherwise the power of the sub-seeds will dissipate.

"It seems that behind the female ghost in red there is really a big force. A dharma seed that can differentiate into sub-seeds must not be of low rank, and it is very likely to be a high-grade dharma seed."

Looking at the empty palm, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts kept turning.

Calming the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, Zhang Chunyi turned and walked into the alchemy room after taking a look at the sky.

Up to now, Hongyun has been able to operate the formula of eating wind and drinking dew on its own, while Liuer is like a sponge, constantly absorbing all kinds of martial arts left by Zhang Chunyi. Choose the martial art that suits you best.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Chunyi can finally spare some time to do his own work. Although he has not yet found a monster suitable for assisting alchemy, and it is difficult to really refine the elixir, Zhang Chunyi has never let go of alchemy.

"Alchemists first refine their minds."

In front of the red stove, Zhang Chunyi's mind was silent, and he could not think about it.

The animal charcoal was ignited, and the slightly yellowed flames rose up. With the hand seal formula, the power of the soul surged, and Zhang Chunyi began to use the spirit snake fire control technique.

Ever since he got the inheritance of this fire control technique in Tianjun Furnace, Zhang Chunyi has been diligent in learning, and he has made some achievements today.

The tongue of fire froze, from violent to calm, a small red snake as thick as a thumb was born in the rising flames, its scales and armor were complete, lifelike, the only flaw was that the eyes were dull and lacklustre.

Although Fanhuo is mild in nature and far easier to control than monster flames, Zhang Chunyi's ability to do so in a short period of time is enough to show his talent.

The Yin Jue changed, and the little snake breathed out a pale yellow flame, and under Zhang Chunyi's control, it began to burn the cauldron. The temperature of this flame exceeded the limit of Fanhuo.

Silky red smoke emanated from the body of the red furnace, and after the furnace was warmed up, Zhang Chunyi began to put in medicinal materials to refine the elixir.

Not long after, the fragrance of Dan was undercurrent, and Zhang Chunyi easily made a furnace of jade ginseng pills, which he prepared for Liu Er. With the skill of controlling fire with the spirit snake, he could make ordinary pills more easily.

After packaging the elixir, he did not leave. After thinking about his previous gains and losses, Zhang Chunyi started alchemy again, and this cycle went on and on. accumulation.

Alchemy is a path that is difficult to learn and master. It is not enough to just study the theory, but it must have enough practice. Only through continuous trials can one truly grasp the key points of alchemy.

The sun was sinking to the west, the sky was dim, and the alchemy room was full of alchemy. When the fire was extinguished, Zhang Chunyi stopped.

"The Medicine King Gang."

Taking a look at the few herbs left on the shelf, rubbing the center of his brows, putting away the last pot of elixir, Zhang Chunyi walked out of the elixir room.

While Zhang Chunyi was immersed in cultivation, in the Zhenshou Pavilion far away in Pingyang County, a topic related to him was unfolding.

"Mu Guanshi, this is just sent by Liu Fang from Changhe County. I am a little unsure, so I am here to ask for advice."

The candlelight was flickering, and in an elegantly decorated room, a middle-aged courtier who was in charge of appraising various treasures and a big belly bowed his hands to the old man sitting on the head. But his complexion is rosy, his eyes are particularly bright, and he doesn't look old at all.

Hearing this, the old man became a little interested.

"What is it, bring it here and let me have a look."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Chao Feng quickly handed over a palm-sized wooden box.

Open it and see what's inside, a gleam flashed in Guanshi Mu's eyes.

"Dharma species? This is a rare thing."

Stretching out two fingers, he picked up something shaped like a lotus seed, and Manager Mu let out a sigh.

"They're all low-grade spells, one is Tiger Leap, and the other is Broken Wind Claw. It's a pity."

After carefully identifying and confirming the types of the two spells, Manager Mu let out a sigh.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Chao Feng hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"According to Liu Fang's words, it is these two kinds of methods."

Hearing this, Manager Mu waved his hand indifferently.

"How did this thing come about?"

Putting down the wooden box and looking away from Fazhong, Manager Mu spoke.

The Zhenshou Pavilion in Pingyang County is naturally larger than that in Changhe County. Its main business is monster cubs, monster materials and other things. Not many, this is of course related to the management direction of Zhenshou Pavilion, but it also proves the scarcity of dharma species.

Although there are many artificial means of cultivating and refining spells in the world of cultivating immortals, most of these means are in the hands of some powerful forces and rarely flow out. However, it takes a bit of luck to obtain the spells naturally bred by the heavens and the earth .

The most important thing is that most immortal cultivators will choose to use it to enhance their strength after obtaining the magic seed. Even if it is not applicable, they will keep it in their hands and find opportunities to exchange it with others. In fact, not many directly take it out and sell it.

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged Chao Feng's expression immediately changed.

"Steward, these two magic seeds were sent by Zhang Chunyi from Changqing Temple in Changhe County, and they want to sell them directly to Zhenshou Pavilion."

As he spoke, he took out a letter and handed it over to the middle-aged man.

Hearing this, his brows were raised, and a trace of surprise appeared on Guanshi Mu's face.

"Changqingguan, I remember that the owner of Changqingguan should be Changqingzi."

Regarding Changqing Guanshi, Guanshi Mu, who is also a cultivator of immortals, still has some impressions, but after reading the information recorded in the letter, the astonishment on Mu Guanshi's face became more intense.

"Changqingzi died, and when he was in danger, he took over the foundation of Changqingguan. He had just set foot on the immortal road, but he shot and killed a ghost with a cultivation base of 300 years."

"Zhang Chunyi, the concubine of the Zhang family in Pingyang, seems to be a bit lucky."

"What price does he want to sell?"

After collecting the letter, Manager Mu spoke again.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Chaofeng knew that the business was done, and as the person in charge, the benefits were naturally indispensable.

"He didn't say clearly, let Zhen Beast Pavilion estimate the value by itself."

Hearing this, a hearty smile appeared on Mu Guanshi's face.

"Heh, it's Zhang's son after all. Even if he was raised on the mountain since he was a child, his behavior style is quite different from that of ordinary casual cultivators."

"Since this is the case, then the price of Fazhong·Huyue is ten low-grade spirit stones, and the price of Fazhong·Broken Wind Claw is [-] low-grade spirit stones."

Twirling his beard with his hands and pondering for a moment, Steward Mu made a decision.

Generally speaking, the price of a first-grade elixir is one low-grade spirit stone, and a second-grade elixir is about ten pieces. The specific price will vary due to the type. The price premium is due to the fact that these two types of magic are not outstanding, and the gap between the low-level type and the low-level type is actually quite large.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Chaofeng should be bowing down, and he understood that it was Guanshi Mu's intention to make friends with that Zhang Chunyi.

(End of this chapter)