Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 218 Bishui Sect, I’m back!
Inside the cave.

The spring water in the bronze cauldron made a gurgling sound as it burned. Shen Lian was wearing a loose robe on his upper body but not on his lower body, sitting cross-legged behind the desk.

On the table, various tea sets are placed.

In the jade box in front of him, nine tea leaves shone with light.

The fourth level Tianwu Immortal Tea can enhance the monk's spiritual thoughts.

Even though Shen Lian's divine will is as high as twenty-seven thousand five hundred feet, who would think that his divine will is stronger.

This tea can increase the spiritual power of monks by three thousand feet.

Shen Lian carefully put a piece of tea leaf into the teapot and poured boiling spring water into it.

The tea leaves were stimulated by the spring water, and the fragrance of tea suddenly filled the entire cave, causing ripples in his sea of ​​spiritual thoughts.

It is indeed a fourth-level spiritual tea. It would be great if there was a tea tree, which is equivalent to having a money tree.

After pouring the tea into the cup, Shen Lian picked it up and brought it to his mouth. When he was about to taste it, his movements suddenly stopped.

With a wave of his hand, he caught a black-horned ant that had transformed into a demon and was at the seventh level of Qi training.

Shen Lian flicked his finger, and a drop of tea flew out of the teacup and fell towards the black-horned demon ant.

The black-horned demon ant hissed, opened its mouth and sucked in the drop of spiritual tea.

It instinctively felt that the spiritual tea contained a spiritual charm that made it rare.

Shen Lian watched quietly as the black-horned demon ants absorbed the spirit tea water. He also checked the tea leaves before making the tea and found no problems.

However, he still doesn't feel at ease with this old guy Ziyang.

When Zi Yang was dying, he had the opportunity to destroy the small storage cave, but he did not do so.

Although there are restrictions in the small cave sky, there is always a possibility that the restrictions that cause space to be broken can be broken, which means that there is still a chance that spiritual objects will fall into his hands.

Comparing his feelings with his own, Shen Lian felt that if he ended up in Ziyang's situation, he would not leave a single hair to outsiders.

To the black-horned demon ants, even one drop of the fourth-level spiritual tea is equivalent to flooding into a small lake.

In the blink of an eye, the black-horned demon ant rolled over, and a black shadow flew out of its body, as if it was about to become feathered and soar.

"Zizzi."

The body of the fist-sized black-horned demon ant began to explode, and the soul that emerged from the body twisted and struggled, screaming in agony.

"puff!"

After two breaths, the rolling soul smoke exploded and disappeared in mid-air.

"It seems that I think too much."

Shen Lian, who was concentrating on watching the transformation of the black-horned demon ant, found that the black-horned demon ant was stretched to death and there was no other abnormality.

"call!"

He picked up the teacup again, put it to his mouth and blew on it, and Shen Lian tasted it slowly.

After drinking the tea, a thrill suddenly appeared in my body, and a numbing feeling emerged spontaneously.

In the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts, waves of free spiritual thoughts emerged and began to merge into his own spiritual thoughts.

When the spiritual tea in the teapot was brewed and lost its spiritual power, Shen Lian stretched out his fingers to dig out the tea leaves in the teapot, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

The effect was okay, this cloud of fairy tea increased his spiritual power by nearly [-] feet.

After stabilizing his elevated spiritual thoughts, Shen Lian took out another tea leaf and put it into the teapot.

After brewing it with the spirit spring, I caught a black-horned demon ant as usual to test the poison.

It's a pity that this black-horned demon ant, which is comparable to the ninth level of Qi training, still failed to survive and returned to the ant country.

The second piece of spiritual tea allowed Shen Lian to increase his spiritual consciousness by nine hundred feet.

The third piece...

When the brewed spiritual tea was inhaled by the black-horned demon ant, the black-horned demon ant let out a piercing scream.

The formless soul thought that left the body spawned a wisp of blood-colored silk thread, as long and curved as a nematode, strangling the black horned ant's soul thought.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lian quickly put down the tea cup.

"Tsk, it has to be you."

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the blood-colored threadworm strangled the black-horned demon ant's already weak soul into nothingness.

Looking at the tea set on the table, Shen Lian shook his head slightly. This tea set was considered useless.

After thinking about it, he took out a large jade box, collected all the things related to the teapot and tea cups, and then took out the talisman and sealed it outside to prevent the spiritual energy of the tea from leaking out.

After changing the teapot, I brewed the fourth piece of tea, and took out a black horned demon ant to test the poison.

It was still the same as the previous one, his soul was crushed by the manifested blood-colored nematode.

He took out the jade box as usual and put away the poisonous tea seal.

Fifth slice.

This time the bloody spirit worm did not appear again.

This pot of spiritual tea increased Shen Lian's spiritual consciousness by eight hundred feet.

The sixth piece of spiritual tea was not poisonous. He drank two cups in a row, but his spiritual thoughts did not increase.

If you say three thousand feet, your spiritual thoughts will be three thousand feet, and you are really honest.

At this point, the intensity of Shen Lian's spiritual thoughts has reached [-] feet.

He poured the tea in the teapot into a cauldron, then sent it into the cave sky, and summoned the big black three little ones to come over and drink.

"Do what you can, don't overwhelm yourself."

"Both brothers, regarding the issue of cracking, I have experience."

……

Ignoring the nonsense of the three Dahei people, Shen Lian began to check the cultivated spiritual veins.

Most of the spiritual energy in the cave has almost calmed down, forming small diverging spiritual veins underground.

However, the spiritual vein body is not yet solid, and the whole body has barely reached the second level.

If it is completely consolidated in the future, it will almost reach the second-order high-grade level.

If you want to advance to the third level of spiritual veins, you are still a little behind. It is not that the quantity of low-grade spiritual stones used is not enough, but that the quality of the low-grade spiritual stones is there.

The most important thing about the grade of spiritual veins is the quality of the spiritual energy in the core position, and other things such as size and shape are secondary.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Lian took out [-] medium-grade spiritual stones and piled them on the source beads in the center of the spiritual veins.

Then he planted the dilapidated star tree that he had obtained in the Tianzhu Mountains above the Maiyuan Pearl.

This spiritual tree is dead. In addition, it has not been taken care of for decades, and it has not died yet. It is considered to be very lucky.

Although the spiritual veins are still settling, the foundation has been laid, and the spiritual field medicine garden can now be opened.

When he was in the Aoki Sect, Shen Lian had thought of abducting the Aoki brothers and sisters to farm for him.

But since Qingmu and Qingyi were already Golden Elixir monks, the hidden dangers were a bit big for him, so he put an end to this idea.

Thinking about this idea, Shen Lian released the deputy soul puppet and stayed in the cave to start leveling the land and prepare to cultivate the remaining third-level elixir.

"How about arresting a few people to work as helpers in the cave?"

There are not many casual cultivators of Golden Pill cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, but there are not many casual cultivators at the Nascent Soul level.

The inheritance of large sects is orderly and has a strong foundation. Unless there is a major change in the sect, there will be Nascent Soul cultivators for almost every generation.

It is because there are countless monks who are serving the sect... to be precise, serving the Nascent Soul monks, searching for various spiritual objects and accumulating various resources.

Shen Lian didn't think about establishing a sect, but he had skills in weapon refining, talisman making, formations, puppets, etc., and he had advanced to the golden elixir stage. It wouldn't be too much to get some monks to help him.

Cultivating elixirs, making talismans, and preliminary smelting ores, if someone does it, it can save him a lot of effort.

But if you catch the monk, if you are trapped in the cave for too long, sooner or later you will develop a rebellious heart.

Even if you use magic secrets, you can't guarantee the monk's intentions.Of course, there is no way to solve this problem, just collect a trace of soul thought.

In addition, before the trapped monks have any desire to resist, they will strike first and kill them first.

Get rid of the people who may cause problems before they arise.

Safe and sound.

Putting this thought away, Shen Lian scratched his head.

It's not that he doesn't dare to do it, but that he trains all skilled workers, and killing them and retraining them is too time-consuming.

"Hey."

Shen Lian sighed slightly, it would not work with a puppet. At present, the puppet's intelligence is not that high level yet.

There is only one natal soul puppet.

"Continue to search for the Cave Sky Stone. The area of ​​the Cave Sky needs to be further expanded. A radius of fifty miles is too small."

After gathering his thoughts, Shen Lian began to think about the next path of practice.

Now, he has been promoted to the middle stage of Jindan.

The essence of the third level of practice of Wuqi Dynasty Yuan Gong is to condense the five elements to derive yin and yang.

If you want the five elements to transform into yin and yang, you must have sufficient essence of the five elements.

Previously in the Tianzhu Mountains, he accidentally encountered the disciples of the Old Demon Yuan Ling, who were arresting female monks to condense Yin and Yang.

This kind of supplementing technique is the lowest method, and the condensed Yin Qi is not pure.

But one thing is certain, the old demon who plays the flute must be very happy.

Therefore, the next main path of cultivation is to prepare to condense the yin and yang energy, so that the probability of being promoted to Nascent Soul will be greater.

Shen Lian is not worried about the path of cultivation. Now that there is no shortage of resources, he can just practice step by step.

The external crisis is the problem of one's own perfect five spiritual roots.

During the golden elixir period, try your best not to take action, so as not to be found by others.

"Desolate Territory is a nice place. It's remote and desolate. You can stay here and live a good life."

Thinking of the Immortal Exorcism Tower in the world of cultivating immortals that hunted down Five Spiritual Root monks everywhere, Shen Lian thought it would be good to hide in a remote place to practice.

However, he soon realized that he had thought so. Could it be that some Five Spiritual Root monks also thought the same thing?
He is not the only one who does the opposite.

"Is there a hidden Five Spiritual Root Golden Pill in the wilderness?"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. This question was very forward-looking.

Maybe there is.

After all, the most indispensable thing in the world of immortality is clever ghosts.

……

Yuanying Basin.

This is a new place name that has appeared in the past two years.

It is located at the junction of Yue State and Chu State, with a radius of about 260 miles.

The sky is filled with yellow sand here, and the sword energy is whistling.

It was the battlefield left behind after the unknown Yuanying ancestors fought.

It is known that there was a famous Nascent Soul monk in the wilderness ten thousand years ago. Even if he was promoted to the stage of divine transformation, he would probably have passed away long ago.

Now, traces of Yuanying monks have appeared in the wilderness, shocking the countries in the wilderness.

Under a mountain outside the Nascent Soul Basin, a market has been established and is still expanding, with countless monks coming and going.

"Haha, I found it. I found the third-order divine gold particles."

Among the yellow sand in the basin, a Qi-training monk rushed out from the edge, scattering yellow sand as he ran.

Under the tattered robes, various wounds cut by the sword energy were exposed.

But the monk didn't care about these wounds at all. He grabbed a piece of ore in his hand and rushed into the market.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm here to make a high-level purchase!"

"Fellow Taoist, I, the boy of the Lin family, am a good boy, come this way."

Before the Qi-training monk rushed into the market, he was surrounded by a group of monks who wanted to buy the divine gold particles he found in his hand.

It is no secret that there are third-level divine gold particles in the Nascent Soul Basin.

Today, I no longer remember who was the first monk to discover the divine gold particles.

But since the news spread, monks have arrived not only from Chu and Yue, but also from neighboring immortal cultivation countries.

A Qi-training monk can dig out a few of the third-level divine gold particles to buy enough elixirs for practice.

Foundation-building level monks can add a few grains to their own magic weapon to improve the quality of the magic weapon.

Ever since, the market was established.

The cultivating forces from the nearby countries rushed over like sharks that smelled the fishy smell.

As for why the Jindan forces did not join forces to monopolize it, first of all, there is still a terrifying sword energy left in the basin, which is enough to make the Jindan ancestors hate it.

Even at the edge, there is still a strong edge and burning aura left in the yellow sand.

In a short period of time, it has devoured countless monks who wanted money rather than their lives.

Secondly, the various Jindan monks still have some concerns.

It's better to let the casual cultivators screen the divine gold particles like this and let each company buy them from outside.

"That day I happened to be looking for spiritual herbs in the mountains and forests nearby, and I saw a sword light coming from the sky and landing here."

"Above the sword light, there is a senior immortal spirit bone. With just one sword, the mountains and fields turned into yellow sand."

"Ancestor Yuanying, enjoy eternal blessings!"

"I will have no regrets in this life if I can see the beautiful face of Yuanying Ancestor."

In Fang City, Shen Lian was sitting in a teahouse, looking at an old man who was on the sixth level of qi training outside, spitting stars and talking to others.

He also didn't expect that a market would be formed here, gathering so many casual cultivators.

Looking into the yellow sand from here, you can still see a few scattered black spots, which are the monks who died under the sword energy.

In order to defend against Ziyang's attack, the third-level defensive gourds, teapots, and wine bottles he refined were broken into countless layers, and were all mixed with the yellow sand.

Now, it has become an opportunity to practice Qi, build foundation, and even become a Golden Elixir monk.

The wages of avarice is death.

Until now, there are still casual cultivators gathering here, not afraid of the remaining sword energy rushing into the yellow sand to sift through the divine gold particles mixed in the yellow sand.

There are also foundation-building monks trying to go inside.

These magic treasure fragments can be used to refine weapons after being taken back and re-sacrificially refined. No wonder so many people come here to hunt for treasures.

"Bishui Tower."

Looking back from the street, Shen Lian looked at a tall stone building in the distance.

Bishui Tower, Bishui Sect.

After decades, he is back!

Canghuang, who had traveled thousands of miles across the wilderness to escape, did not even dare to reveal what the Bishui Sect had done in the wilderness.

What happened in the next few cases was just as he expected. How could three families be separated by chance and pee in the same pot.

Remote places also have the advantage of being remote. At least several major sects have been so noisy for decades, and none of them has been destroyed.

If this opportunity happens in the South China Sea, no, even in the central area of ​​the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Stars, a sect will have to be completely uprooted.

As for why Shen Lian returned to the scene of the crime again, I believe Taoist friends who have killed people and are mentally ill should understand.

(End of this chapter)