I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

Just when he wanted to step forward and kill the grass puppet completely.

Suddenly, a golden sword energy suddenly shot out, as fast as thunder and lightning, and arrived in front of the masked monk in the blink of an eye.

"What kind of sword technique is this?!"

The sword technique was too sudden and fast, and the masked monk did not have enough time to use the defensive weapon.

With all the dead souls at risk, he had no choice but to turn away.

A hissing sound.

The golden sword energy directly pierced his shoulder, and blood immediately flowed out, spreading all over the ground in the spiritual field.

The sword energy remained unabated and pierced into the courtyard wall behind him.

"Escape quickly!"

The masked monk ignored the severe pain coming from his shoulder, and a thought flashed in his mind, wanting to escape from this spiritual field.

He has rich experience and knows that such a level of sword art cannot be performed by a small casual cultivator at the third level of Qi training.

If there were a few more sword techniques like this, or even just one, he would be in danger of dying here.

A strong wind struck behind him, and a silver-white sword blade followed him.

With a thought in his mind, the masked monk's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and an ice wall appeared in mid-air, just in time to block the menacing silver-white sword blade.

Unexpectedly, just as the sword blade was about to collide with the ice wall, the silver-white short blade cracked silently, and dozens of thin fragments were like silver-white butterflies, attacking the masked monk from all directions.

Such an unexpected attack method caused the masked monk to be in chaos, with fragments piercing his limbs, shoulders, and chest.

A black shadow flashed before his eyes, and a jet-black spiritual beast appeared in front of him. Its green pupils stared coldly at the masked monk. The strange sight made him lose consciousness for a moment.

Before he could react, the spirit beast raised its thick white paw and slapped him on the head, knocking the monk to the ground. He rolled a few times on the ground and fainted from the pain.

…

The masked monk's consciousness awakened from the infinite darkness.

He did not open his eyes to observe his surroundings for the first time, but carefully felt the current state of his body.

The situation is very bad. When transferring the spiritual power in the body, it is like a stone sinking into the ocean, the Dantian Qi sea is destroyed, and the cultivation level is completely lost.

At the same time, his body was still bound by something, unable to move, and the wounds on his limbs and other places were exposed to the air, causing bursts of severe pain.

There was still a vague sense of sharp coolness in his throat, heart, and lower body. It seemed that as long as he made the slightest movement, the sharp coolness would invade his body.

"you're awake?"

A gentle voice sounded not far from him.

The monk still had his eyes closed, as if he was still asleep.

"If you really don't wake up, I will make it impossible for you to wake up again."

The gentle voice said calmly.

The masked monk had no choice but to open his eyes, and his pupils moved to take in a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.

He is now in a simply furnished house, with gray and black straw ropes tied around his body, and what remains in front of his fatal weakness is the silver fragment from before.

A young monk was standing in front, his eyes clear and bright.

"I didn't expect that you, a casual cultivator, could hide so deeply."

"That sword technique... should be close to the level of a master. Even among the masters of swordsmanship that I have come across before, there are very few who have such superb swordsmanship as you."

"Besides, you are still so young."

"And cultivation... it's definitely far more than the third level of Qi training."

The more the masked monk spoke, the more he regretted it. He originally thought that it would be easy to deal with a spiritual cultivator who was at the third level of Qi training, but unexpectedly, he capsized in the gutter, suffered heavy injuries, and was easily captured.

"Tell me, why did you enter my house and try to do harm to me?"

Lu Xuan ignored the masked monk and asked with a smile.

"I just passed by here by chance. I wanted to enter your spiritual field and steal a few spiritual plants. I didn't expect that I ran into trouble."

The masked monk made up a random excuse and tried to get away with it.

"Do you think I will believe you?"

Lu Xuan couldn't help but feel funny, and his expression turned cold. The fragment stopped in front of the monk's throat penetrated a little, piercing the skin, and dark red blood seeped out.

"Just tell me who asked you to come."

The masked monk fell silent.

"Actually, whether you tell me or not, I probably know who it is."

"I have always been a reclusive person who is kind to others. I can offend others and arouse murderous intentions towards me. Just think about it."

"But if you hadn't said anything, the outcome would have been very different. This magical weapon in front of you will cut you into thin slices, and it will try its best not to let you die."

"When you still have a breath, I will send you to the black market. There are many evil cultivators there who buy the souls of monks. A mid-level Qi practitioner like you should be able to sell it for a good price."

Lu Xuan said coldly.

"If I tell you, can fellow Taoist let me go?"

"If you tell me, I will give you a clean ending. If you don't tell me, you will have to endure endless torture of your body and soul. It's your choice."

"It's Zhou Haiwen, the spiritual planter. He asked me to come over and kill you with the spiritual stone. He promised to give me all the spiritual plants in your spiritual field, as long as you have the jade slips from the classics on you."

The masked monk no longer hesitated and told the truth.

"As expected, it's the spirit planter who is determined not to give up. He probably wants to get the method of growing perfect quality spiritual plants from me."

Lu Xuan had guessed something about it a long time ago, and after getting the answer from the masked monk, he was completely confirmed.

"Tell me his address and don't try to deceive me. You know that he and I are both employed spiritual planters of Baicao Hall. It's not difficult to get his information."

"Okay, I said."

After explaining the spiritual planter, the masked monk no longer had any scruples and told everything he knew about the situation, still holding on to the idea that Lu Xuan could let him go.

"Okay, you can go on your way safely."

Lu Xuan said softly, and the thin fragment in front of the monk's throat suddenly moved forward and penetrated deeply into his throat.

After killing the monk, Lu Xuan's spiritual power circulated, and a fireball the size of a head appeared above the monk's corpse.

Immediately, it turned into clusters of flames and fell on his corpse. In a dozen breaths, it burned him to black ashes.

Lu Xuan took out another evil-dispelling talisman, and the misty white light fluctuated around the black gray center.

Nothing unusual happened.

Only then did he feel completely relieved. He swept up the thick layer of black ash on the ground and sprinkled it on the soil of the spiritual field.

"You little guys escaped a disaster tonight, I'll give you some good fertilizer to make up for it."

Since the Qin and Ming Dynasties, there was a second monk in the spiritual field who crushed bones and raised ashes and turned them into fertilizer.

Lu Xuan took care of the yard for a while, looked around with his spiritual sense, and asked the blue-eyed lynx to take care of the house. His figure flashed and came outside the house silently.

There are monks patrolling the city day and night, but the level of protection in each area is different.

For example, on the outskirts of the North District where Lu Xuan lived before, there was a mixture of fish and dragons, and the protective power was better than nothing.

The courtyard where I live now is relatively far inside, and the protective power is much stronger, but it is usually just a show of a few low-level monks practicing Qi.

Only in the core area will there be middle-level or even high-level qi-training monks to protect it to prevent evil cultivators or evil spirits from invading.

A moment later, Lu Xuan arrived at his destination, outside the courtyard of the spiritual planter named Zhou.