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Chapter 339: Array Complete, Spirit Fields Cultivated
"Finally all completed."
In the Half Mountain Small Courtyard, Lu Qing wiped the sweat from his brow, a smile spreading across his face as he gazed at the array of Law Pillars before him.
Even with his formidable Spirit Soul Power, the relentless days of crafting countless array components had left him mentally drained. Still, the intense effort had sharpened his inner focus—his control over his Spirit Soul Power had grown far more precise. It was no small gain.
With a flick of his hand, the Law Pillars rose into the air once more, glowing faintly with light. Most of them drifted downward, settling into Jiu Li Village, while the remaining few anchored themselves around the small hill where the courtyard stood, vanishing into the earth.
Seventy-two Law Pillars now buried beneath the soil, harmonizing with the original thirty-six, formed a complete Zhen Fa Jie Dian—interconnected nodes that linked the spirit energies across the land.
Instantly, another strange phenomenon unfolded within Jiu Li Village.
A soft, shimmering Array glow flared along the village’s outskirts, then gradually faded, sinking back into the ground. Thin wisps of mist began to rise, drifting through the alleys and homes, weaving through the village like a dream.
The scene took on an ethereal, misty quality—almost unreal.
Having learned from their previous experience, the villagers weren’t alarmed this time. They knew Lu Qing was up to something again. Still, curiosity lingered.
One villager, intrigued by a wisp of mist drifting near him, reached out and caught it in his palm.
The mist dissolved into a delicate thread of moisture, cool and refreshing. Instantly, the man felt a wave of cool clarity wash over him—his mind cleared, his inner restlessness vanished, and even his body felt lighter, more agile.
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Lu Xiao Langjun… this mist—it seems to hold some hidden power?"
Above, the Half Mountain Small Courtyard was likewise veiled in mist. Wei Shanhai, having sensed the disturbance, had hurried up the mountain and now held a wisp in his hand, eyes wide with astonishment.
He could feel something extraordinary within the mist—a faint yet undeniable trace of life energy.
"Wei Lao Qian Bei has sharp eyes. This mist carries a vitality essence that is deeply beneficial to the human body. Those who remain within the array long enough, breathing in its nourishing aura, will grow stronger, resist illness, and even extend their lifespan," Lu Qing explained with a smile.
"Truly miraculous!" Wei Shanhai stared at the mist in his palm. Though faint, he could feel the vitality—real, palpable. If one could be bathed in it daily, the benefits would be immense.
He looked down at Jiu Li Village, where the villagers now played and touched the mist with wonder. A strange expression crossed his face.
They had no idea just how fortunate they were.
This life-nourishing mist—its healing power—was something even the imperial nobles in the capital could never afford. If word spread, he was certain countless would flock here, desperate to claim a place in this sanctuary.
"Lu Xiao Langjun," Wei Shanhai asked, "did you design this array solely to heal the villagers?"
"Of course not," Lu Qing replied. "The vitality mist is merely a side effect. As for the array’s true purpose… well, it’s still too early to reveal. The power hasn’t accumulated enough yet."
He had invested so much effort into this array for more than just a few healing mists. As a simplified version of the Lihuo Sect’s protective formation, if it only served such a modest function, it would be laughable.
"True Dao techniques… truly astonishing," Wei Shanhai murmured, not offended, but awestruck. His longing for cultivation deepened.
Though he’d been studying the cultivation technique Lu Qing gave him, he’d only grasped a few fragments. True mastery would take far longer.
Watching the villagers’ joyful faces, Lu Qing felt a weight lift from his heart.
Now that the array was complete, no cultivator below the Zhu Ji Qi level could sneak into the village without his awareness.
As for those at the Zhu Ji level and above—well, even if such powerful beings existed, they’d be unlikely to stoop to stealth. The village was finally secure.
With that settled, Lu Qing stood and walked to the back of the Xiao Yuan, where the Medicinal Field lay.
This time, the array had been extended to include the small courtyard itself. As a result, the Earth Qi here was noticeably denser than usual—especially in the Medicinal Field.
So rich was the Qi that even the Thousand-Year Ginseng, usually so aloof, seemed delighted. It didn’t even retreat underground when Lu Qing approached. Instead, it swayed its leaves gently, as if waving.
Normally, the ginseng despised Lu Qing. It still remembered how he’d captured it—still resented the “big villain” who had done so.
But now, the ginseng’s greeting was genuine.
Lu Qing was surprised, but he had no time to indulge the little creature.
From within his Qiankun Yiqi Dai, he withdrew several translucent jade tablets, each inscribed with intricate, arcane markings.
These had been refined from a portion of the Jade Stones that Wei Da Zong Guan had brought over, crafted during Lu Qing’s brief breaks between forging Law Pillars.
He paced around the Medicinal Field, measuring and selecting the ideal nodes. Then, one by one, he placed the jade tablets into position.
When the final tablet settled into place, a subtle tremor passed through the air.
Instantly, the already dense Earth Qi on the mountain began to flow toward the Medicinal Field. Even the Qi in the surrounding space was drawn in, pulled like threads into the heart of the field.
"Little Master," a voice whispered in his mind. "You’re crafting these Hui Ling Bei to cultivate a spirit field?"
"Yan" had sensed it. These past few days, absorbing Celestial Meteor Iron from Lu Qing, his True Spirit had recovered significantly. Even while assisting with the Law Pillar construction, he remained calm and in control.
"Yes," Lu Qing nodded. "The Qi has returned, but waiting for rare herbs and treasures to grow naturally… that could take years. Why wait? Let’s cultivate our own resources. At the very least, we’ll gain a crucial edge."
"Your thinking is sound," "Yan" praised. "Qi Lu Fu Su—nurturing the spirit—takes time. But in the Ancient Cultivation Era, the greatest sects all began with humble origins. Those who seized the initial advantage, who secured vast resources early on, eventually grew into mighty powers. Preparation today ensures you’re ready when opportunity finally arrives."
"I have no interest in building a sect," Lu Qing said, shaking his head. "But I’ve made many enemies. So some preparation is necessary."
He spoke the truth. He had no desire to manage a sect—too much effort, too much distraction. With that energy, he’d rather retreat into deep cultivation and advance his own strength.
"Yan" remained silent. Over these past days, he’d come to realize: Lu Qing wasn’t driven by ambition or power.
On the contrary, the boy was remarkably laid-back. He treated most things lightly, his demeanor calm and unassuming. He even tolerated the villagers’ teasing—didn’t mind their jokes. And despite his earlier ruthlessness toward the Plague Elder, he now seemed like an entirely different person.
This contradiction—this duality—only deepened "Yan’s" respect.
He couldn’t begin to fathom this young man.
As the spirit-accumulating tablets settled into place, the Earth Qi around the Medicinal Field grew even richer. The air itself seemed to thicken with vitality, drawn in from the surrounding landscape.
The Thousand-Year Ginseng, thrilled by the surge, swayed its leaves in joyful motion.
Meanwhile, Lu Qing stood at the heart of the Half Mountain Small Courtyard, carefully nurturing his spirit field.
But far away, Zhou Fu Cheng was about to receive some unexpected guests.
(End of Chapter)
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