Chapter 132: The Spirit Crab Elixir
Chapter 132: The Spirit Crab Elixir
"Brother Lu, is this Blaze Fruit looking so wilted because it hasn't received the proper nurturing from spiritual flames?" The round-faced female cultivator, Hui Zhi Lan Xin, quickly understood the reason.
"That's right. Because it has grown in a special environment for an extended period, this Blaze Fruit has undergone certain changes and now requires nourishment from Yin Fire-type spiritual flames," Lu Xuan confirmed.
"In that case, I'll give it a try now." The round-faced female cultivator took out a talisman from her storage bag. As she channeled her spiritual power, the talisman glowed with a spiritual light, and a pale flame floated out.
"This is a second-grade Yin Yan Talisman. The spiritual flame it releases is insidiously corrosive, like a bone-eating sore that lingers for a long time without dispersing," she explained to Lu Xuan as she controlled the pale flame to fly towards the somewhat withered Blaze Fruit.
Sensing the approach of the pale flame, the leaves of the Blaze Fruit, which had been somewhat wilted, began to stir as if they were drawing the pale flame towards them.
The pale flame transformed into tiny flickers of fire and evenly merged into the scarlet leaves.
In an instant, the Blaze Fruit seemed to have tasted some kind of heavenly delicacy, as the scarlet branches and leaves suddenly came to life, rustling vigorously in the air, full of vitality.
Not long after, the once shriveled Blaze Fruit, which had suffered from long-term malnutrition, began to plump up at a visible rate under their watchful eyes.
"As expected, it worked! I have to thank you for your help, Brother Lu," the round-faced female cultivator said, a hint of excitement flashing across her face as she saw the Blaze Fruit regaining its vigor.
"Here are thirty Sword Seals as payment for helping me treat the Blaze Fruit this time.
I also have some spiritual fruits that I've cultivated. Brother Lu, you can take them back to your cave abode and enjoy them as snacks during your cultivation breaks." She gave Lu Xuan thirty Sword Seals and also presented him with a large pile of various spiritual fruits.
"Thank you, Sister Chen," Lu Xuan said, accepting the gifts as he couldn't refuse her kindness.
He didn't stay much longer in the round-faced female cultivator's courtyard and returned directly to his cave abode.
After making a small profit from the Sword Seals, Lu Xuan didn't rush to take on another task. He still had matters to attend to in his spirit field.
The fifty Spirit Firefly Grass plants that had undergone the condensation process required constant attention. When they reached a certain stage of cultivation, Lu Xuan, following the condensation method, processed them slightly and obtained nearly five hundred plump and vibrant Spirit Firefly Grass seeds.
He kept three hundred seeds for himself and planted two hundred Spirit Firefly Grass seeds in his spirit field.
His energy and spiritual power were limited, and he had other second- and third-grade spirit plants that needed meticulous care. Therefore, cultivating two hundred Spirit Firefly Grass plants was already close to his current limit.
While the Spirit Firefly Grass provided him with cultivation resources, the higher-grade spirit plants yielded rare and precious treasures, allowing him to make progress on both fronts.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed, and the two hundred Spirit Firefly Grass plants were thriving, creating a lush green landscape.
Although Lu Xuan hadn't tended to them with the utmost care due to his task of raising the Flood Dragon, the pure and rich spiritual energy of the sect's environment actually made their growth even better.
The two Sword Grass plants, after being cultivated for a month, had already grown to about a foot in height. Their leaves were slender and thin as sword blades, standing erect and pointing straight at the sky.
Sword energy permeated the area, and due to their close proximity, the sword grasses occasionally intersected, creating a melodious ringing sound as their spiritual soil became marked with countless fine sword marks.
The Sword Gourd, after a month of growth, had produced longer and thicker vines that climbed up the special rack constructed from flying swords.
The flying sword placed below was already the third one, and the sword intent within it was almost completely absorbed by the gourd, prompting Lu Xuan to sigh at the difficulty of cultivating a third-grade spirit plant.
Lu Chen was scooping out the icy spirit spring water from the well when he suddenly noticed a faint, flickering white light under a massive stone, emanating from a small, whitish orb.
"Has one of the Iron Crabs fully matured?" He wondered excitedly as he gazed at the four crabs resting at the bottom of the well.
He focused his spiritual senses on the crabs, and progress bars detailing their growth appeared in his mind.
Soon, Lu Chen identified the crab that had entered the fully mature stage—it was the one that had always been the most boisterous and unruly.
"Don't worry, your time has come," Lu Chen muttered as he glanced at the crab, which was proudly waving its greenish-black pincers at him in a show of defiance. However, Lu Chen's attention remained fixed on the white orb.
He gently probed the flickering orb with his spiritual sense, and it instantly transformed into countless minuscule specks of light that surged into his body.
A thought flashed through his mind, and a square-shaped ointment appeared in his hand.
The ointment was a mix of greenish-white hues, feeling like jelly to the touch, with a lustrous sheen on its surface and an enticing fragrance wafting from it.
Crab Spirit Ointment, a second-grade treasure. Refined from the essence of crab-type demonic beasts, it contains abundant spiritual power and has a delicious flavor, making it highly sought-after by cultivators and demons alike.
"Wow, a second-rate culinary delight," Lu Chen marveled, storing the square greenish-white ointment into his bag.
With a flick of his thoughts, he called out to the grass puppet that was constantly patrolling the spirit field.
The grass puppet, with its massive grayish-grass head, ambled over to Lu Chen with slow, deliberate steps.
"Tie up this Iron Crab," Lu Chen instructed.
The grass puppet nodded slightly, and two strands of grayish-black grass ropes slithered out like venomous snakes.
The Iron Crab, upon seeing this, brandished its massive pincers, resembling cleavers, and viciously clamped down on the ropes.
However, the ropes seemed to have a mind of their own, deftly dodging the pincers and skillfully weaving around the crab's body, eventually binding it tightly.
"Time to cook!" Lu Chen exclaimed. Even before he finished speaking, the Cloud-stepping Lynx, unable to contain its impatience any longer, grabbed the immobilized crab and tossed it directly into the iron pot.
The plump Wind Falcon, resembling a little ball, had no idea what was happening. Its greenish eyes darted around curiously as it watched the crab being placed in the pot.
Lu Chen stirred his spiritual power, and a strand of bright yellow flame leaped out, landing on the firewood.
The wood ignited instantly, blazing vigorously.
After steaming in the pot for a while, Lu Chen deemed it ready and lifted the lid.
A cloud of hot, white steam billowed out, revealing the crab with its shell now turned a vibrant red.
"Still fighting till the very end, huh..." Lu Chen gazed at the crab's pincers, which remained defiantly raised, and a wave of sorrow washed over him. Tears of grief rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably.
"Ao~" The Cloud-stepping Lynx crouched at the edge of the pot, letting out a soft roar, its voice carrying a hint of sympathy.
"Chirp chirp!"
The chubby Wind Falcon chick hopped about excitedly, fully aware that a delicious feast was about to unfold.
(End of Chapter)
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