Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Gate Chapter 8: The Wondrous Use of Qingmu's True Technique

  Looking at the hundred-year-old ash wood leaf-made cushion, a delicate gray bud emerged, shaking his head and sighing.

  "This little rabbit, actually absorbed the essence of the plants! Fortunately, his spiritual power is not high, if this guy absorbs the essence of a thousand-year-old ancient tree, I'm afraid this little scoundrel will turn into a piece of wood! Let's wait for some time until he makes progress in his cultivation, and let this stinky little boy learn the Witch Clan's Body Refining Technique, to forge his physical body to perfection. However, for now, all the Fowlong Cauldrons inside the Tongtian Tower have not been opened yet, and this little scoundrel has not established his foundation, so let's talk about it later!"

  It didn't see anything major and flew back into Zhang Hao's body while thinking about it.

  Zhang Hao practiced the Stellar Body Cultivation Method for three cycles, feeling the star in his sea of consciousness that was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden. When he felt his body filled with spiritual energy, he ended his practice and stood up.

  Xin Bu walked out of the house, and on the stone steps outside, there was a bamboo basket. Zhang Hao lifted the lid of the basket and found inside a bowl of soup and a bowl of Lingguo rice.

  This is the standard meal for outer sect disciples, and every day there are disciples from the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion who deliver it to the outer sect disciples. Compared to what Xiaozi sent over, it's naturally much worse.

  Zhang Hao is hungry now.

  Wolfed down dinner and drank soup.

  This Linggu Valley rice contains the essence of plants, long-term consumption can improve the constitution, but the Linggu Valley rice of the outer door disciples of the Red Dust Sword Sect is just an ordinary first-class Linggu Valley rice, and it's not comparable to the blood mushroom soup that Xiaozi sent last time. But at this moment, Zhang Hao was already hungry, and the food tasted particularly delicious.

  He didn't know many sects, this kind of first-rate spiritual valley rice, even the lowest-level spiritual beast within the sect wouldn't give it a glance.

  Zhang Hao felt that he had eaten a bowl of spiritual rice but was still a bit hungry, usually after eating this portion of food, he would feel a kind of bloated feeling in his stomach, but today he couldn't eat enough.

  It was actually after he ate Xiaozi's blood mushroom, hundred-year-old lotus seed soup and nine-grade dragon valley rice that his physique improved, his bodily functions became stronger, and his needs naturally increased.

  Arriving at the spiritual field, the originally lush weeds had all withered and died.

  Zhang Hao took out the earthworms, infused spiritual energy into them, and casually threw them into the spiritual field. As soon as they entered the soil, they began to turn over the land like a spiritual snake, and in just a moment, they had turned over all six acres of the spiritual field.

  Retrieve the earthworm, took a look at the Ling stone at the end of the earthworm's tail, and found that one of the first-class Ling stones had been consumed almost completely, next time the land is turned over, it's likely to be replaced with another one.

  Pick up the Ling Hoe, turn the law key, and throw it into the ground.

  The Lingguang automatically starts digging small pits one by one.

  Zhang Hao took out the seeds and threw them into the pit.

  By the time he finished sowing seeds on the eight mu of land, the sun had already set in the west.

  A black-faced man walked towards Zhang Hao from afar.

  Laughing and waving hello.

  "Hey! Young man, you've started farming!"

  Zhang Hao couldn't remember what he was called, but anyway, he had been living here for more than a month. Looking at this person still felt somewhat familiar, and with some embarrassment, he nodded slightly.

  Hei Lao San smiled and looked at Zhang Hao's spiritual field, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he was surprised, he opened his mouth to shout, "Hao Ran Shixiong", but held back again, seeing Zhang Hao's calm expression and not noticing anything unusual, he let out a sigh of relief.

  He moistened his somewhat chapped lips and said: "Isn't your spiritual field full of 'Wind-following Grass'?"

  "It's not easy to get rid of this weed!"

  Zhang Hao didn't know that this grass was called "Wind-following Grass". Even if it's pulled out by the roots, as long as there is wind, it will grow again the next day.

  "They're all dead and gone, what's the big deal about getting rid of a single blade of grass?"

  "Is it? Young man, you'll know tomorrow."

  Hei Lao San looked at Zhang Hao's nonchalant expression and said, "I'm Hei Lao San. I've been in this line for too long, I've even forgotten my own name. Everyone calls me that, so if you don't mind, just call me that too. If tomorrow your land grows grass, come find me, I live on the slope south of Cui Gu!"

  Hei Lao San finished speaking and left.

  Zhang Hao took a glance at this person, feeling that he was somewhat simple-minded and honest, without any ulterior motives. Judging from his appearance, it seemed like he had come to make amends with himself. Could the grass in his field really grow overnight?

  Just about to ask about the situation, found Hei Lao San had already walked far away, and could only give up.

  At this time, a somewhat proud voice came from the sea of recognition: "You used the Small Green Wood True Classic to absorb all the vitality of these weeds. Even if it were a tree, it wouldn't grow half a tender bud."

  "Really!" Zhang Hao felt much more at ease upon hearing this.

  "When did I ever cheat you, kid?" Yan said somewhat unhappily.

  "You haven't cheated me, it's just that after this thing matures, it can be exchanged for spiritual stones. Don't waste these seeds!"

  "Ah! Isn't it just a few spirit stones? Once you refine the Golden Elixir, we'll go collect a few spiritual veins and place them inside the Tower of Heaven, opening up the space inside. We'll plant high-quality Spiritual Valleys in the land within the Tower of Heaven, guaranteeing that they'll grow into top-grade Spiritual Valleys!"

  Zhang Hao glared at Xiang and said, "You old fool, don't daydream in our current situation. What's the point of talking about spiritual veins? Even a single third-grade spirit stone is a treasure now! Cut the nonsense!"

  Xiang's old face turned red with shame, and he awkwardly touched his beard, saying "Right! You go to the pond and use the Xiao Qingmu True Method to absorb some of the essence of plants, then sprinkle it on your spiritual field, I guarantee you'll have an unexpected effect."

  As soon as he finished speaking, his face returned to normal, and at this moment, he seemed like a mischievous old man who was inciting Zhang Hao.

  Zhang Hao looked up at the sky and thought that since he had nothing better to do, he might as well play around with the Small Green Wood True Classic.

  With a surge of excitement, the Small Green Wood True Essence began to operate, this time more smoothly than before. In just half an hour, it had absorbed a green bead the size of a dragon eye.

  Zhang Hao arrived above the spiritual field, using his spiritual power to scatter the green beads, sprinkling them in the air above the eight mu of spiritual land.

  All I could hear was a faint sound coming from the mud on Ling Tian's field.

  One by one, tender shoots of bright green color sprouted out rapidly.

  In just a moment, it grew to three feet high. This kind of seed should have only three leaves when sprouted, but the spiritual seedlings that grew on this spiritual field had as many as nine leaves.

  Zhang Hao had also seen the introduction to Linggu Valley on the jade slip sent by Xiaozi, and knew that Lingmiao was divided into grades. The first grade and third grade were fundamentally different.

  Zhang Hao had nothing to do, so he found another place full of weeds and absorbed another bead. He scattered it on the spiritual field, and this time the spiritual seedlings on the spiritual field grew up to seven feet high. The leaves were covered with a layer of spiritual husks, and the spiritual grains accumulated on top of them. The surface of the spiritual grains was shrouded in a green aura of life energy, slowly growing.

  Zhang Hao patted his hands and gazed at his eight-acre spiritual field.

  For him, it's nothing unusual for spiritual enlightenment to come overnight.

  In this world, people can fly in the sky, what's there to be surprised about? This world is different from one's previous life, it's a world of cultivation, a world of immortals and heroes.

  This is a place where maybe someone can shake open a mountain with just one fart.

  So he looked at the lush green spiritual field and didn't have any particularly strong feelings.

  He would often inadvertently glance at the stone steps hanging down from the distant mountain ridge, looking into the depths of the clouds and mist, thinking about the pavilions and buildings Xiao Zi had described, he really wanted to go in and take a look, everything there made him somewhat curious.

  That night, he used the Starlight Qigong method to restore his spiritual energy, and then fell asleep looking up at the sky. He slept particularly soundly.

  The dawn is not yet bright.

  In the distant valley, a thin mist envelops, and a light gauze floats in the forest. The crystal dew drops from the slender tree leaves.

  A golden toad, about the size of a small calf, crouched under a seven-foot-tall seven-leaf grass, stretched out its scarlet tongue and gazed up at a water droplet on the tip of its head that was about to fall.

  A gentle breeze blew, and the crystal clear water droplets fell from the tip of the seven-leaf grass leaves. The toad's mouth suddenly opened wider, its scarlet tongue darted out quickly, and it caught the dew in its mouth. Gulp, gulp, it swallowed.

  Hei Lao San would always see the golden toad swallowing the first dewdrop of dawn on the wooden bridge over the small muddy swamp ten miles inside the Emerald Valley, absorbing the subtle essence of plants and trees within.

  Hei Lao San was already used to it, this golden toad was a spiritual beast that Xiao Zhi had picked up in Tian Huang, but since Xiao Zhi brought the golden toad to Cui Gu once, it had stayed on the Ten Mile Slope inside Cui Gu and never left, only coming out when Xiao Zhi went out.

  He habitually glanced at Jin Chan and smiled, Jin Chan's round eyes slowly closed without responding to him. He lowered his head and chuckled foolishly before heading towards his own spiritual field.

  Yi! Isn't that Zhang Shixiong's Lingtian from yesterday? How did it become a Linggu Valley, it must be an illusion. He quickly ran forward.

  When he walked to the three-foot distance from Lingtian, he restrained himself from going down to caress Linggu, which was a taboo among the outer disciples, because many of them relied on these spiritual valleys to support their families, and if something went wrong with the spiritual valley, it would be like cutting off someone's livelihood.

  Hei Lao San gazed out at the vast expanse of emerald green Spirit Valley, his heart filled with shock and his turbid eyes full of questions. His mind was even more shocked, this Hao Ran Jian was indeed not simple.

  Many of the early-rising outer disciples had already walked over with their hoes on their shoulders.

  It's still not harvest season, but this vast spiritual valley is so visually stimulating that everyone has gathered to discuss it.

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