MTL - Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 13 No windfall, no wealth

   On Hanxiu Peak, construction is underway.

  A thousand mortals were dispatched from the small town at the foot of the mountain to demolish the dilapidated and collapsed buildings, and transport the hundred-year-old logs to the peak to prepare for rebuilding the Chuan Gong Pavilion, the Artifact Refining Hall, and so on.

  At the same time, at the place where the spiritual veins are full in the mountains, choose a suitable orientation to dig out caves, each of which is equipped with a master bedroom, a training room, and a storage room.

  In the past few days, gradually some missing clansmen came back, and they all found a hiding place to hide immediately after being raided by the ghost gate, and they were lucky to escape.

  The patriarch and his party were full of travel and dust, and they also lost soldiers and generals. Four clansmen left their lives in Wuyue Temple, including an elder.

  Hundreds of monks besieged the third floor of Wuyue Temple for ten days, and nearly a hundred monks fell in the middle. There was a most dangerous moment in the middle, when the Chongxu sword array erupted with thousands of swords in an instant, if the patriarch hadn't damaged a spiritual weapon and stopped all the swords in the section of the Bai family, he would still be able to return alive at this time There are even fewer people going to Hanxiu Peak.

   It was too late to be sad. After a brief discussion with the remaining three elders, the patriarch felt that the family monks suffered heavy casualties, and the safety of living in a scattered place was greatly reduced.

  And the shortage of manpower makes it difficult for the Bai family to maintain their current territory.

  Decided to shrink the line of defense and try to make all the family monks live in the Hanxiu Peak area.

  This is how ordinary people dig caves and build courtyards.

   "Chen'er, it is best that you are safe and sound. I hope that after this difficulty, your future practice will be smoother."

  Bai Jiu'an's face was a bit more vicissitudes, the view of the Five Sacred Mountains is not much worse than staying in the clan,

   "It's a pity that Bai Ying lost his mother at a young age. Fortunately, his father happened to stay in Qingfengmenfang City that day and never returned."

   "This time the Ghost Sect invaded, at least 30 immortal cultivating families were attacked at the same time. Not a few of them were extinct. The division of power in the entire Black Mountain Range will be changed."

   "However, only the Qingfeng sect has the strength to occupy so many territories right now."

   "Uncle, what's going on at the Five Sacred Mountains Temple? After you opened the cave, what treasures are inside?" Bai Zichen asked curiously about the legendary cave of the first casual cultivator in Mizhou.

"In the third floor of the Five Sacred Mountains Temple, there are indeed Wuyue Daoist's natal magic treasure, the Five Sacred Mountains, five five-colored metal hills that look like hills, and we can see them all once the Chongxu Sword Formation is broken. Master Yang from Fengmen took it away."

  Bai Jiuan sighed, and spoke slowly after a long time, with helplessness, awe, and a little bit of well-hidden fascination.

  The real person Yang in his mouth had become the real person Jiedan more than two hundred years ago, the existence of the master and uncle of the real person Ge Cang. But when it comes to cultivation, he is not as good as his junior. It is said that he has been stuck in the early stage of alchemy and it is difficult to make any progress.

According to his life guess, Yang Zhenren’s lifespan is not much, so his style has been particularly aggressive in recent years. Five years ago, because a life-enhancing elixir and an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect had a big fight after the auction, two incidents were triggered. A series of conflicts.

"The strange thing is that apart from the Five Sacred Mountains, there is only a majestic stone tablet on the third floor of the cave, and there are no other treasures. However, the senior Qingfengmen who sent us back said that this is related to a chance, and it may bring blessings to us. These are the younger generation of cultivators from the Immortal Cultivation Family."

   "Chen'er, you are at the right age. If it is really your turn, it will be a great benefit to you."

  Bai Zichen became very interested in the so-called chance, but the uncle only heard it from other people's mouths, and the real inside story was only known to those senior officials of Qingfengmen.

   "By the way, uncle, show me if this is the rumored storage bag. I've researched it over and over again, but why can't I open it?"

  A small gray bag fell on the table. After Bai Zichen killed the seriously injured Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator that day, he found it on his corpse. It looked exactly like the storage bag mentioned in the book.

  But I injected mana back and forth, and the bag didn't respond at all, like a mud cow falling into the sea.

It's not easy to ask others about this thing, the things on the other dead ghost disciples were returned to the public after cleaning the battlefield and entered the family treasury, but Bai Zichen felt that this storage bag was obtained at the risk of his life and belonged to him The tall loot was not handed in.

  So I carefully hid the storage bag on my waist, and didn't mention this to anyone.

  My uncle can be trusted, so of course I can ask with confidence.

  Bai Jiuan was a little surprised, he stroked the storage bag with his palm, and an obscure light flashed: "It's the lowest-level storage bag, Chen'er, where did you get it?"

  Bai Zichen recounted the experience of going down the mountain that day, which made Bai Jiuan a little scared.

   "Thanks to your luck, that person has no power to fight back, otherwise a random spell could kill you."

Bai Jiu'an handed the storage bag back, and motioned him to try it himself, "There is a mark of the original owner on the storage bag, and others can't open it directly, but you just need to use your own mana to wash the two sides and cover it. It's just Your cultivation base is too low, so you can't open it."

"Although the low-level storage bag can't hold many things, it's quite convenient to carry one. The cheapest second-hand one in the market sells for 80 spirit stones. Even if the storage bag is empty, you can make a small profit this time. It's a sum."

  Bai Zichen gave away his mana this time, and he successfully opened the storage bag and left his mark on it.

  A three-foot-square space, with three jade bottles inside, several sets of clothes, more than thirty spirit stones and a jade slip.

  He dumped everything on the wooden table, scattered in piles, with only one thought in his mind, this time to get rich!

"These two bottles are Qi-replenishing pills, twelve in total. They are effective for monks below the sixth level of Qi Refining. They can significantly speed up their cultivation and refine mana. I have taken a few pills before, and the pills should be fine. But Chen'er, your cultivation base is too low now, it will be just right after you take it in two years, these two bottles of pills can at least reduce three years of hard work."

  Bai Jiuan put down the first two jade bottles, and worried about the blood-red pill in the third jade bottle.

   This blood-red elixir exudes a fishy smell, and just smelling it makes me feel a little dizzy. It is probably the unique elixir of Ghost Spirit Sect, which is unknown to outsiders.

   "Forget it, when I have time, I will ask my friends who have studied alchemy, so as not to cause problems by taking medicine indiscriminately."

  Bai Zichen understood that it was for his own good, and he had no choice but to do so.

  If you don’t know the ingredients of the elixir on the monks of the sorcerer’s path, who knows whether it is a panacea or a highly poisonous thing.

  As for the jade slips, that is the characteristic of the disciples of the sect. Generally, casual cultivators, including family monks, pass down the exercises, which are all recorded on paper, and jade slips are rarely needed.

  But the jade slips are not only convenient for inheritance, but also some special skills can be passed on from the gods, and only the jade slips can do it. The disadvantage is that the cost is a little higher.

   After reading it, Bai Jiuan told him that it was a book about how to incorporate the blood of monster beasts into the body of a monk to obtain a strong physique. It can only be kept for collection, which has no value for them.

   "Uncle, why don't you use this storage bag. I don't leave the family on weekdays and I don't need this thing."

  Bai Zichen thought for a while, and passed the storage bag over. If I remember correctly, my uncle hasn't used the storage bag yet, and the limited spirit stones have been used to exchange for cultivation resources, so there is no spare money for storage.

   "You keep it for yourself, how can I, Bai Jiuan, take what belongs to my nephew." Bai Jiuan said seriously.

"And on the way back, the patriarch said that this trip to the Five Sacred Mountains Temple will record the merits of nine of us, and each of us will be given a barrier-breaking pill. As long as we break through to the late stage of Qi refining, the family will automatically have a storage bag. "

  As soon as he reaches the late stage of Qi refining, his status in the Bai family is completely different, and he can be regarded as an elder candidate.

   Every year, there will be a substantial increase in the welfare of spirit stones and the allocation of resources.

  Of course, Bai Zichen hopes that his uncle’s cultivation base will be as high as possible, and it’s best to cultivate to the foundation building in one go, so that he can hug his thighs: "My nephew wishes uncle a breakthrough in the late stage of Qi refining in advance, and all wishes come true!"

"There is one more thing, I want to tell you solemnly. Chen'er, don't think that you have gained a lot this time, and you have the idea of ​​killing people to seize treasures in your heart, not to mention that Jiexiu's reputation is notorious and is not accepted by the mainstream. As long as you accept it With this kind of thinking, the greed in my heart will expand without limit, and I will lose my self-control ability step by step. In the end, I will either die on the road to murder and seize treasures, or be besieged to death by others, and there will be no escape."

   "Remember! Remember!"

  Bai Zichen's heart suddenly trembled, and he realized that he was indeed dazzled by the storage bag, thinking about when he would get another windfall.

   Fortunately, my uncle woke me up in time, it was not too late.

  (end of this chapter)