MTL - Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 2 Spirit Planter

   "Chen'er, you don't need to worry about spirit stones at your age, you can go out with your clan friends to play or practice basic five-element spells."

Bai Jiu'an found that his nephew was really too precocious. At this age, he was still playing in the mud and grabbing the next door's dog egg toys. Be lazy when you get the chance.

  It wasn't until the age of fifteen or sixteen that the mind settled down and understood the importance of practice before starting to be serious.

  Bai Zichen is wearing a brand-new cyan robe today, with a cluster of thriving black bamboo on his chest, which is one of the benefits that all monks of the Bai family can receive from the family.

  The Taoist robe is made of ordinary material, but it is drawn with silk runes that automatically clean and repair cracks. If you put it outside, it will cost you five spirit stones.

A kit was newly hung on his waist, in which were two pieces of spirit stones and a stack of spells—the former was an offering that he could receive from the clan every year as a first-tier monk during the Qi refining period, and the latter was a refining charm given to him by his uncle Bai Jiuan. Inhale gift.

  Lingshi, as the currency in circulation in the practice world, is also an indispensable thing in practice, and its importance can be imagined. Although Bai Zichen doesn't know much about the price system in the practice world, but from the knowledge in the miscellaneous notes, he can also know that two spirit stones are not worth anything.

   "Uncle, it is said in the book that refining weapons, alchemy, and drawing symbols are the three occupations in the cultivation world that are most likely to earn spirit stones. How did you become a spirit planter?"

  Bai Zichen was young, so he decided that he must learn a skill to make money, and his uncle is naturally the best channel. Unfortunately, the uncles who are at the upper level of the chain of contempt are unable to learn any skills.

   "Those three professions have extremely high requirements for talents, and they have to invest a lot of resources in the early stage to cultivate them. Except for sects like Qingfengmen, which family would specialize in cultivating such talents."

  Bai Jiuan reached out and touched his little nephew's head, he didn't get angry because of the childish question,

   "Like the alchemist, even the first-grade elixir requires hundreds of spirit stones to be put into the furnace once. Dozens of failures are enough to hurt a small family."

   "And don't underestimate the spiritual planter, this job does not require much investment. If one or two of the cultivated spiritual plants can succeed, the benefits will be inevitable."

   Speaking of flowers, it is impossible for a spiritual planter to compare with an alchemist or a weapon refiner in the future, the main reason is that the investment is small.

  Bai Zichen murmured in his heart that he didn't have much grudges about the profession of Lingzhi teacher. He was still young, and there was no way to learn other high-end professions. It would be better to start as Lingzhi teacher first.

  Bai Jiuan brought Bai Zichen to a bamboo grove, pinched his fingers and typed out a spell, and a few tiny emerald lights danced around his fingertips before throwing himself into the bamboo in front of him. The bamboo leaves were rustling, and in an instant, this bamboo plant became visibly more energetic, and the branches and leaves seemed to be a little more luxuriant.

"Yimu Qingshenjue, a unique technique handed down from our ancestors, is unique in the entire Heishan County. It is of great benefit to the vegetation. It can not only promote growth and restore vitality, but also refine the essence and enhance the essence. It is exactly With this method, the spiritual plants cultivated by our Bai family are well-known throughout Heishan County, and they are the most important product of the family."

  Bai Jiuan cast spells while introducing, and after a while, he successfully cast spells on several acres of bamboo.

   "Hey, isn't this the black bamboo planted outside the town? Could it be a kind of spiritual plant?"

  Bai Zichen took a closer look. Except that the color was darker and more vibrant, these bamboos were not much different from the large bamboo forests planted in Mozhu Town.

   "Haha, you guessed it right, this is Black Bamboo, but it is still far away from Lingzhi!"

  It turned out that when the ancestors of the Bai family first settled in the Heishan Mountains, they got a bag of first-grade low-grade Lingzhi Xuanmo bamboo seeds from the legacy of their predecessors. Later, they were successfully planted and continuously cultivated, and the scale of the bamboo forest became larger and larger.

  It's just that with the passage of time, a large number of newly born black ink bamboos have degenerated into ordinary black ink bamboos, which are only a little tougher than ordinary bamboos. But as long as there is a spiritual planter who takes good care of him, and with the accumulated effect of Yimu Qingshenjutsu thousands of times, it is possible to be promoted again and become Xuanmozhu again.

  And there are black bamboos planted everywhere outside the mortal town, which is naturally ordered by the monks of the Bai family so that they have enough bamboo in reserve.

"There are dozens of unnamed mountains like this within our family's range. When you reach the middle stage of Qi refining, that is, the fourth floor of Qi refining stage, you can apply for one with your family. It is specially used to open up spiritual fields and cultivate spiritual plants. Right now Well, you can choose a place on my Fufeng Ridge to practice your hands."

  As soon as Bai Zichen listened to the music, the welfare of this family is not bad. Such a small mountain is enough for hundreds of mortals to settle down, but it was a place that he never dared to hope for in his previous life.

  About two to three hundred black bamboos occupy the most spiritual place on Fufeng Ridge. Behind it is a cliff with lush vines climbing on the mountain wall. Looking down, there is a pool only a few meters wide.

   On the other side, a flat land of about 100 feet in length and width was trimmed, and a dazzling red crop was planted. The stems and leaves were slender and grew to isosceles height.

  A gust of wind, Qi Qi fell to one side and then stretched back, as if the sea of ​​fire was undulating, which stunned Bai Zichen who saw it for the first time. A wall was built on the corner of the ground, and there were three lonely dusty houses inside.

  Bai Jiuan was more perfunctory when dealing with the red crops. A Yimu Qingshen spell covered a large area of ​​spiritual fields, and the green light was so thin that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Yangyan grass, after it grows up, it can be used to make talisman paper of first-grade low-grade fire-type talismans. It is very cheap. It is estimated that such a large piece will sell for more than a dozen spirit stones. But the advantage is that it does not require high aura, and it is very easy to grow. Well, it’s easy to take care of, and basically every low-level monk will plant some.”

Bai Jiu'an has already seen that his nephew cannot be treated like an ordinary child. He has been serious about every detail of Lingzhi's care during the past half a day. When he encounters something he doesn't understand, he keeps asking. He took the initiative to introduce him.

"I only come here to take care of Lingzhi on weekdays. I lived here for less than half a month a year, so I just built a simple house at the beginning. In a few years, when uncle reaches the late stage of Qi refining, he will You can bring a few mortal servants into the mountains to take care of our lives and handle some chores."

  At the beginning, the Bai family still lived together with immortals, but after several generations, when the number of clan members increased, some monks raised their opinions. The patriarch of that generation simply set the rules, set up a small town at the foot of the nearby mountain, and moved all the mortals of the Bai family who had no spiritual roots into it.

   Only monks who have reached the late stage of Qi refining can apply to bring a certain number of mortals up the mountain.

   This is for the convenience of management, and the second is to prevent overpopulation and disturb the aura in the mountain.

It’s just that this rule has caused a lot of low-level monks to suffer, and the monks in the qi refining period have not yet reached the bigu realm, and they have to prepare meals, do laundry and clean up by themselves all day long. Extraordinary monks complained endlessly. A person with an unstable mind likes leisure and hates work, how can he suffer such hardships and escape to a small town down the mountain to have a good time for a few days whenever he has the opportunity.

  Of course, Bai Jiuan doesn't live on Fufeng Ridge, mainly for family missions, traveling around all year round to accumulate resources for cultivating immortals. Otherwise, it would be impossible to rely on the aptitude of the Four Spirit Roots to be only one step away from the late stage of Qi Refining.

In the evening, Bai Zichen went back to his room after eating the spiritual meal with his uncle. It was said to be a spiritual meal, but it was actually a one-acre spiritual field that the uncle had roughed up. He planted some ordinary rice and vegetables, and occasionally he could get Yimu once in a while. The Qingshen Art is just nourishing, and it will not help the cultivation in the slightest.

  Combined with Bai Jiuan's poor craftsmanship and lack of good ingredients, Bai Zichen, who has been a carnivore for two lifetimes, is like chewing wax. He can only hope that his uncle's cultivation will improve as soon as possible, and he will find a first-class cook to come back.

  (end of this chapter)