Chapter 85 Niu Mo Zhenren (Tenth update! Please order first!)
Inner gate hall.
Wisps of aqua aura lingered on Ning Daoran's fingertips, as if there was life.
"Junior brother Ning has really mastered the Rain Transformation Technique to the seventh level!"
A foundation-building elder was stunned, and said with excitement in his eyes: "I didn't expect that my junior brother has been promoted to the third-level spiritual farmer just two years after building the foundation. It is really gratifying!"
"Thank you, senior brother."
Ning Daoran said happily: "We have a lot of land in Qibi Peak, and Lao Lu and I can take care of a lot, so I ask senior brother to batch some more purple jade rice for us. Don't worry, the output of Qibi Peak is indispensable for the sect's One serving.”
"Junior brother, what did you say!"
The foundation-building elder said solemnly: "Is fifty kilograms of purple jade spiritual rice seeds enough?"
"That's enough, thank you senior brother!"
Soon after, the big stupid deer left with fifty kilograms of purple jade spiritual rice seeds on his back. Ning Daoran did not return directly to Qibi Peak, but walked around the inner and outer halls, which was equivalent to telling the whole sect , he can already grow third-level purple jade spiritual rice.
Afternoon.
Qibi Peak, No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard.
Ning Daoran and Da Benlu sweated like rain and began to cultivate purple jade rice seedlings.
This Purple Jade Spiritual Rice is a third-level spiritual plant. It is completely different from the Green Bamboo Spiritual Rice. In addition to containing richer spiritual energy, it also requires higher quality in the Rain Transformation Art and the Spiritual Field.
Fortunately, Ning Daoran and Da Benlu were careful enough to remove all the stones in the spiritual field, even the size of fingernails. The soil in the spiritual field was turned into extremely soft, just waiting for the seedlings to be planted.
Late at night, the first batch of purple jade rice was planted in Lingpu Cave, and one type covered an area of nearly three acres.
By just the morning of the next day, the purple jade rice in Lingpu Cave had grown into small trees half as tall as a man, and in the afternoon, bunches of grape-like fruits hung from the small trees.
The fruit is wrapped under a layer of green and tender skin. When you peel off the skin, you can see a series of densely packed spiritual rice.
These spiritual rice are exquisite and translucent, and full of spiritual energy. They are a great tonic for monks under the golden elixir stage. It is a recognized fact that long-term consumption of purple jade spiritual rice can subtly improve cultivation.
Unfortunately, looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there are only a handful of monks who are willing to spend time practicing the Rain Transformation Art to the seventh level, so there are even fewer spiritual farmers who can grow third-level spiritual rice.
Not to mention ordinary monks, even the true disciples of the top ten immortal sects in Xia Kingdom cannot eat purple jade spiritual rice for every meal. This kind of luxury is beyond their imagination.
Three days later.
Ning Daoran, Da Benlu, and Chen Weimo ate the first pot of purple jade rice.
At the entrance, the sweetness and smoothness of the spiritual rice and the fragrance of vegetation fill the mouth and nose. After entering the abdomen, it is continuously digested into pure spiritual energy to nourish the body, which makes the cultivation work more effective.
"Chen Weimo!"
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows: "From now on, the food at home will be replaced by purple jade rice. You must practice hard and enter the middle stage of Qi refining as soon as possible. Don't disappoint me!"
"I got it, uncle!"
Chen Weimo stood upright: "Uncle, I will go to practice after feeding the fish!"
Ning Daoran's eyes showed approval. Chen Weimo's cultivation attitude is still remarkable, but his qualifications are really poor. Whether he can build a foundation is still unknown.
……
Time flows.
Half a year later, the purple jade rice in the two spiritual fields 77 and 79 on Qibi Peak grew vigorously, and they have grown into small purple trees half as tall as a man. The fragrance of rice flowers drifted for miles, which was particularly pleasant.
The spiritual farmers in the other spiritual fields were envious.
On the ridge of the field, Ning Daoran washed his hands and took a break, while Chen Weimo rode a big stupid deer back and forth, laughter echoing.
"The peak master is so amazing. The Purple Jade Spiritual Rice is growing so well. The seventh level of the Rain Transformation Technique is really mysterious and makes people envious."
Ma Quanyou held a pipe and a pot, and patted the horse with his beard.
"Peak Master."
Huang Shan pursed his lips and hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to ask about the method of breaking through the middle stage of Qi Refining, but it seemed that there was something wrong with this.
"Huangshan, just ask if you want." Ning Daoran said.
"Yes!"
Huangshan Rulin amnesty said: "When I was practicing the Body Tempering Technique, I always felt that something was wrong. I was never able to guide my cultivation to the middle stage of Qi refining. I don't know why."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "There is no problem with your body tempering technique. What is problematic is your qualifications. Your natural talent and lifespan are limited, so it is naturally difficult to break through the ranks."
"Yes..."
Huang Shan stopped talking, feeling inexplicably disappointed.
"Peak Master."
Qin Xiang put down the hoe, stepped forward and said respectfully: "After the Peak Master took office, he reduced the rent of the spiritual field in Qibi Peak by 20%. We still want to thank the Peak Master a lot."
"Thank you many times. I don't have to do this again."
Ning Daoran said: "I will not interfere with how far your cultivation can reach in the end. From now on, just pay the rent on time every year."
"Yes!"
The three spiritual farmers nodded.
Huangshan sat on the ridge of the field, helpless in his eyes.
On the left side of the field ridge is the first-level spiritual rice grown by himself, and on the right is the third-level spiritual rice grown by Ning Daoran. Although both are fragrant with rice flowers, the difference is really too big.
My first-level spiritual rice is cheap, one spiritual stone can buy ten kilograms, and I can’t earn much spiritual stone from growing it throughout the year.
Ning Daoran's purple jade spiritual rice is different. One pound of purple jade spiritual rice can be sold for two spiritual stones, which is extremely expensive. Once Ning Daoran harvests these acres of purple jade spiritual rice, he will probably be able to earn it in a year. Thousands of spirit stones!
Huangshan sighed. It was so close yet seemed so far away. Ning Daoran had an opportunity that he could never achieve in his life.
……
Afternoon.
A transmission note flew into the small cloud formation, flapping around like a trapped dragonfly.
"Come."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed, the small cloud formation dispersed, and the transmission note flew into his hand. A passage from Chen Ping'er was recorded in it:
"Fellow Daoist Ning, I finally have news about the real Niu Mo you mentioned to me before. If you want to know, you can come to Qingfufang and I will explain it to you in detail." 'Zhen Niu Mo...'
Ning Daoran frowned and finally found out the whereabouts of this person. For a moment, he recalled in his mind the old middle-stage Qi refining senior who was called Lao Suntou when he first came to Chaos Sect more than 20 years ago. .
Lao Suntou was the previous owner of Lingtian No. 77. When he left, he left many of the immortal cultivators' belongings to Ning Daoran, which was actually a kindness.
Unfortunately, on his way back home, Senior Brother Sun was killed by a robbery cultivator named Master Niu Mo.
"Old deer, go out and take this guy with you!"
Ning Daoran shouted.
"Ouch?"
The big stupid deer was surprised.
Ning Daoran looked solemn: "When we first came here, do you still remember that Senior Brother Sun? The spiritual hoe in your hand was left by him."
"Aw." Big Stupid Deer nodded, naturally remembering it.
Ning Daoran continued: "Senior Brother Sun resigned from old age and returned to his hometown. On the way back, he was killed by a robbery cultivator named Master Niu Mo. Now that I have the whereabouts of Master Niu Mo, should we two junior brothers replace Senior Brother Sun? Revenge?”
"Ouch~~~"
More than 20 cross veins suddenly burst out on the big stupid deer's forehead!
……
Qingfufang, elegant room.
Chen Ping'er served a cup of fragrant tea and sat opposite Ning Daoran, with Big Stupid Deer also sitting beside her.
She opened and closed her red lips silently, and said through the message: "I have just received the news. There is a Qingniu Mountain five hundred miles west of the Chaos Sect. Qingniu Mountain has a second-order low-grade spiritual vein, which was originally stationed there. A Xiuxian family named Li
But just ten years ago, the Immortal Cultivator family surnamed Li suffered a disaster and was almost wiped out. Later, a foundation-building cultivator named Zhenren Liu came to occupy this spiritual vein.
He recruited many disciples and founded a sect called "Liuyun Sect". It is said that there are hundreds of disciples under his sect. ”
Saying that, Chen Ping'er smiled slightly and said through a message: "This Master Liu is the Master of the Bull Demon who was a calamity cultivator back then. He was exposed in a recent operation, so I got the news."
"Qingniu Mountain...Liuyun Sect...Zhenren Liu..."
Ning Daoran slowly murmured these names and said: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen, this news is very important to me. This is the reward for this inquiry. Although it is not much, it is a token of my appreciation."
As he spoke, he took out fifty spiritual stones and slowly pushed them out.
"Friend Dao Ning."
Chen Ping'er laughed angrily and said: "Ping'er and you have known each other for many years, how can we be so open about such a trivial matter? Please take back the spiritual stone, fellow Taoist."
"One code equals one code."
Ning Daoran said: "Fellow Daoist Chen will spend spiritual stones to send people out to find out information. Friendship between you and me is friendship, and business is business. At the beginning, I had no intention of letting fellow Taoist do things for me for free."
"Since fellow Taoist insists..."
Chen Ping'er accepted the spirit stone and said: "Master Niu Mo has been in the early stage of foundation building twenty years ago. Now he may have been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building. If you really want to take action, you must think carefully."< br>
"Don't worry."
Ning Daoran stood up and left. After the big stupid deer flew into the cave of Lingpu, his whole body turned into a ray of light and headed straight towards Qingniu Mountain.
……
Five hundred miles away, for Ning Daoran's speed, it was just a cup of tea.
Not long after, a figure fell from the sky like a broken leaf and fell into a thousand-year-old tree. The old tree was entangled on the mountain peak, overlooking the entire Liuyun Sect.
Within the sect, men and women kept going back and forth.
Ning Daoran looked at it for a while and decided not to take action in Liuyun Sect.
The best way is to lure the real Niu Mo out of Liuyun Sect and kill him outside.
To lure a former calamity cultivator out of the sect naturally requires a large amount of bait.
……
Qingniufang City.
There is a market less than a few miles away from Liuyun Sect, where scattered cultivators from the nearby area gather. The market just opened recently.
"Whoosh!"
A figure fell down in the clouds and mist, it was Ning Daoran who was disguised as a pale old man. His cultivation was suppressed at Qi Refining Perfection, because this realm can best arouse the appetite of foundation-building calamity cultivators.
There are many stalls in the market, but basically the treasures on the stalls are limited to the Qi refining period.
But deep in Fang City, there is a huge tent, the outside is shrouded by invisible restrictions, and you need to pay a ticket of a spiritual stone to enter.
This is a black market auction, the real place for selling stolen goods. It is said that the foundation-building ancestor of Liuyun Sect is behind the scenes. Otherwise, ordinary people would not dare to organize an auction of this level.
Ning Daoran handed over a spiritual stone and strode into the auction.
In front of him are all kinds of monks from three religions and nine streams. Most of them are at the ninth level of Qi Refining and Qi Refining Perfection. They are all crucian carps crossing the river who are blocked by the threshold of foundation building.
"铿~~~"
The gong sounded, and a beautiful female cultivator smiled and said: "The next thing to be auctioned is a medium-grade magic weapon, the swallow-tailed shuttle. Although it is slightly flawed, it can still exert great power. The starting price is one hundred and fifty. Spiritual stones, interested Taoists can bid.”
Ning Daoran frowned. An auction of this level seemed quite boring.
He waited for a while, and the female cultivator finally took out something decent.
"Everyone."
She turned her palm over, and a thick notebook appeared, saying: "Please take a look, this is the inheritance of the second-level mid-level blood-transforming soul-chasing formation. Are there any fellow Taoists who are interested?"
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"Blood Transforming Soul Chasing Formation?"
Suddenly, a large group of monks were stunned, and no one made a sound.
(End of chapter)