Chapter 107 The Art of Alchemy (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance!)
"Planting trees in the dantian for longevity..."
In the underground cave.
Fang Xi sat cross-legged under the demon tree, with an air root connected to the crown of the tree behind him.
With the daily delivery of pure vitality, his body became more and more energetic.
Even the progress of practicing the 'Longevity Technique' is progressing by leaps and bounds.
At this time, when the spiritual consciousness looks inside, you can see that among the limbs and bones, if there is a dark green network that seems to be absent, it is centered on the Dantian Qi Sea, spreading to the tendons, bones, flesh...
This is the process of building the 'Aoki Spirit Body'!
"In a few more years, the 'Aoki Spirit Body' should be able to become a big success, right?"
Fang Xi opened her eyes, and two green lights flashed in her pupils.
Once the 'Aoki Spirit Body' is achieved, his aptitude with low-grade wood spiritual roots will be comparable to geniuses with high-grade spiritual roots.
And Fang Xi's ambitions don't stop there!
He wanted to at least cultivate into the 'Otomu Dharma Body'!
There are only a few rumors about this kind of spiritual body in the world of cultivating immortals, but what is certain is that as long as the monks who possess this spiritual body do not fall halfway, they will basically become Nascent Soul Powers!
With the growth rate of the demon tree, it would take decades to condense the 'Otoki Dharma Body', which is not impossible!
After the daily practice, Fang Xi patrolled the Lingtian as usual.
"Whoa whoa!"
On the ridge of the field, a bare-bottomed kid was running happily, and in front of him was a tiger doll, which was running on all fours at a slow speed.
"Xiaohu, where did this tiger mechanism come from?"
Fang Xi stopped and asked a casual question.
"My mother just came back from Lingkongfang City and bought it for me."
Xiaohu sniffed his snot and replied with a smirk.
"Well, let's play!"
Fang Xi touched Xiaohu's head, feeling a little depressed: 'How many years have I been looking for it, and I haven't seen any trace of puppet art... But now that the tree is planted, there are puppet master's works in Lingkongfang City? God are you playing with me? '
'Forget it, life is unsatisfactory six out of ten, you have to be normal, normal...'
He secretly warned himself.
Isn't it the inheritance of puppet art? As long as you live long enough, there will always be.
"Master!"
All the way to Widow Wang's wooden house, Widow Wang immediately came out to greet her with a smile on her face: "The Lingkong Square City is big and beautiful, and there is also a lot of spiritual energy... I also specially bought a pack of spiritual tea for the master. Send it!"
"Well, thank you very much."
Spirit tea is not worth a piece of spirit stone, but at least it is an attitude.
If Fang Xi doesn't accept it, Widow Wang will be worried instead.
Seeing that he accepted it with a smile, Widow Wang smiled even more: "I also went to see the island owner's shop in Lingkongfang City. It's called 'Huolian Pavilion', and the shopkeeper is Mu Wen!"
Fang Xi was not surprised by this result.
After all, Feng Manlou didn't want to compete with Mu Wen at all.
And Mu Wen also became ruthless, and even pledged several acres of spiritual fields of the family, borrowed a large number of spiritual stones, and managed them up and down.
Coupled with Feng Manlou's voluntary withdrawal, Ruan Xingling couldn't say much, so she could only give the position to the other party.
"...I think Longyu Zhong's family has recognized this. After all, our thirty-six islands are really united. The number of monks in the late stage of Qi refining is at least several times that of Zhong's family... to form a joint law enforcement team. The security around the island is very good. I haven’t seen Jiexiu all the way…”
Widow Wang was a little envious: "I think the Patriarch of the Mu family made the right bet this time, and wants to make a lot of money..."
"It's so... a good thing!"
Fang Xi smiled.
No matter why the Zhong family stopped, it is always good not to fight.
He needs a peaceful and stable environment to plant trees here.
As for Mu Wen's success as a villain? Then let him get his wish, it's nothing to be successful for a while.
After a hundred years, let's see if there is still this person!
"Aunt Wang!"
At this moment, another person came to Widow Wang's house, it was Lu Guo!
When he saw Fang Xi, he habitually shook his body, and then saluted:
"Master!"
"Um."
Fang Xi nodded, and found that this son had already absorbed Qi into his body, becoming a first-level Qi Refining monk!
'As expected of Zhongpin Linggen qualifications, it's only been a few months? '
‘How long did it take the original body to advance to the first level of Qi Refining? a year? Or two years? '
‘Forget it...Be normal, be normal! '
Forcibly holding back the twitching of the corners of his eyes, he walked out without disturbing Widow Wang and Lu Guo talking.
Not long after, I saw Lu Guo walking out of Widow Wang's house, holding a small wooden knife in his hand.
After injecting a little mana, the wooden knife was actually suspended in mid-air!
‘Inferior magic weapon? '
‘No…it’s not a magic weapon, it’s just a little toy, like a few spirit crystals…’
Fang Xi recognized it at a glance. This kind of gadget is just like Xiaohu's mechanism beast. It has no lethality, and it is completely a toy for children.
"It seems...it's time to teach the last few layers of the Changchun Jue."
When Fang Xi saw this scene, he suddenly thought about it.
The aptitude of middle-grade spiritual roots is indeed much better than that of low-grade spiritual roots.
In addition to cultivating in the spiritual land since childhood, it is still possible to break through the late stage of Qi refining in the future.
I don't know what Ruan Xingling's plans are.
…
Summer goes to autumn.
In the blink of an eye, it’s the New Year’s Eve again.
Fang Xi inspected the five acres of spiritual fields, and then shared the accounts with Widow Wang, making Widow Wang count as a fat year.
Compared with it, Lu Guo looks deserted, and even lives in a wooden shed.
On this day, amidst the chaos of hundreds of flowers, Ruan Xingling's magic weapon landed in the small cloud and rain formation.
"The owner of the island is here, and the scorpion is shining!"
Fang Xi came to greet her, and said with a smile, "I have already prepared 'green bamboo wine', and I would like to invite the island owner to drink a cup."
"Um!"
Ruan Xingling and Fang Xi came under the peach blossom tree and opened a bottle of green bamboo wine.
I don't know why, but Ruan Xingling likes this one.
Fang Xi has a variety of tastes. She can drink green bamboo wine and red blood wine. Recently, she has brewed a batch of peach blossom wine.
This wine has a peach blossom aroma and is very popular with some nuns.
But for some reason, Ruan Xingling still prefers green bamboo wine.
"Lu Guo has already refined Qi to the first level, I think he may be promoted to the second level next year..."
Fang Xi poured a glass of wine for Ruan Xingling and said calmly.
"The middle-grade spirit root is really not bad, but it's a bit worse than Dan'er."
Ruan Xingling's expression was indifferent, and she couldn't see any joy or anger. Instead, she began to care about Fang Xilai: "You are 28 years old now, and you have already refined the sixth level of Qi. If you can break through the late stage of Qi Refining within a few years, there is hope for foundation building in the future!"
"The island owner was joking..."
Fang Xi's face was full of bitterness: "I just entered the sixth floor, and it will take several years just to accumulate mana and polish it. It doesn't take five or six years for me to reach the sixth level, let alone the big bottleneck in the later stage... If I am thankful to be able to break through the late stage of Qi refining before the age of forty."
"The bottleneck in the mid-to-late stage of gas refining is indeed very troublesome..."
Ruan Xingling thought of the Feng family and the Mo family. After the death of the family head in the late stage of Qi refining, they were really in chaos for a while.
It was she who went to help and support... and spent a lot of family heritage, went to the market to buy two broken-level pills, and successfully cultivated two clansmen in the late stage of Qi refining, stabilizing the situation.
For casual cultivators, they can’t even afford the pills that increase mana, so how can they buy pills that break ranks?
"Except for insect damage, the ling rice here has a bumper harvest almost every year. If you save it for a few more years, you can go to the market to auction off the elixir of broken rank. There should be no problem..."
Ruan Xingling seemed to be planning for Fang Xi sincerely.
Relying on the merits of cultivating immortals in these ten acres of spiritual fields, Fang Xi may still hit the late stage of Qi refining.
Even if the output is not enough, it is definitely enough to mortgage a few acres of Lingtian, just like that Mu Wen, who killed chickens to get eggs!
"well…"
Mentioning this matter, Fang Xi let out a long sigh, full of embarrassment: "Actually, I don't have much spiritual rice left in my granary."
"Um?"
Ruan Xingling was a little surprised: "Could it be that you have used it to make wine?"
"No and no!"
Fang Xi smiled wryly, and brought Ruan Xingling to the opened alchemy room.
This was specially developed by him to practice the art of alchemy. The room smelled of medicine, and there were a lot of spirit wood and spirit charcoal piled up in the corner.
In the middle of the room, there is a three-legged and two-eared red copper alchemy furnace, which has a level of low-grade magic weapon!
"Are you... studying alchemy?"
Ruan Xingling's beautiful eyes lit up: "Is there any gain?"
"If you refine Bigu Pill today, you can barely keep your capital... The rest is still a blood loss!"
Fang Xi replied expressionlessly: "Alchemy has been poor for three generations, and learning the formation will ruin your life. I have seen it..."
"well…"
There are many monks who can refine Bigu Pill, and it is impossible to earn spirit stones by doing so.
Ruan Xingling looked at the pill furnace and elixir... and knew that the cost must be quite high.
Regarding Fang Xi's consumption of spiritual rice to buy elixir to practice his hands, he couldn't help but feel disapproving: "The art of alchemy is profound and profound. Once you find out that you have no talent, you should stop your losses immediately. How can this be possible?"
Actually, Fang Xi used other spirit stones to buy these materials and waste pills.
The bulk of his money will always come from monster materials, not Lingmi from farming.
Placing the alchemy room here is to create an excuse to consume spiritual rice.
Now it seems that Ruan Xingling really believed it.
"Sigh... I don't have enough aptitude, so I just want to refine elixirs and earn resources... Then I invested a lot, and I couldn't bear to let go, so I could only continue to invest..."
Fang Xi looked like he was insane after practicing alchemy.
"You...ah!"
Ruan Xingling shook her head again and again: "Fortunately, you didn't delay your cultivation. From now on, you will suspend alchemy and turn to cultivation to accumulate spiritual rice... If you work hard in the future, you may not be able to break through to the late stage of Qi refining before the age of forty. H."
"This... I just want to cultivate safely to the late stage of Qi refining. As for the 40th limit? Success is also happy, and failure is also my fate!"
Fang Xi sighed, and drank the green bamboo wine in one gulp: "The Xiuzhen family's pursuit of reaching the late stage of Qi refining before the age of forty is just for the chance to build a foundation. Bottleneck, not bad...Anyway, I plan to spend the rest of my life on Peach Blossom Island by farming and raising fish..."
Ruan Xingling was speechless for Fang Xi's salted fish.
(end of this chapter)