https://novelcool.info/chapter/Chapter-641-The-Century-Old-Yin-Mulberry-and-the-Taiyin-Wooden-Box/12544812/
Chapter 642: An Overwhelming Desire to Improve
Chapter 642: An Overwhelming Desire to Improve
A thought flashed through Lu Chen's mind, and a delicate wooden box, no larger than a palm, appeared in his hand.
The box was a deep ink black, its surface adorned with countless intricate patterns that seemed to draw one's soul in. Holding it gave a slight chill.
Lu Chen focused his attention on the box, immediately understanding its essence.
The Taiyin Wood Box, a grade-five treasure. It contains a trace of Taiyin energy and can heal, nourish, and strengthen the soul-body. A soul-body can remain within it for extended periods without dissipation.
"A grade-five treasure! I've struck it rich!"
Lu Chen was delighted. He hadn't expected this second-grade Yin Ironwood tree to bear such a high-grade treasure.
"Just keep planting quietly, and all these bountiful rewards will come as promised."
He thought to himself.
"This Taiyin Wood Box isn't of much use to me, but it would be an excellent treasure for ghost cultivators or those who practice sinister arts and raise ghosts."
He carefully stored the box away in his Gluttonous Bug Pouch.
"Age-bearing spirit plants, even if they are of lower grades, can accumulate value over time. After a certain point, the light orbs they produce can be just as good as those from higher-grade spirit plants. Their value can't be solely measured by grade."
"It's a pity that there are so few of these plants in the cave. Aside from the Yinhuai, there's only the seventh-grade Jade Wood Clear Breeze Peak."
"Hmm, the Mystical Peach bears spirit fruits regularly, but it's just repetitive. As I collect more light orbs and my cultivation base rises, the rewards from the orbs will gradually diminish."
"Perhaps I can inquire at the Sea Tower Chamber of Commerce to see if they have any century-old or millennium-old spirit herbs."
Lu Chen pondered this thought.
He continued his inspection of the spirit fields and arrived at the area where the Mystical Divine Peaches were planted.
"So many spirit peaches."
After some time, the third batch of peaches had fully ripened. The tender, pink fruits were juicy and plump, peeking out from among the powder-white leaves, half-hidden and tantalizing. Set against the backdrop of the pink miasma, they exuded a unique allure.
Lu Chen could almost see the orbs of light flickering towards him. His body moved like a floating light, and in an instant, a pile of peaches floated before him.
After harvesting the peaches, white orbs of light appeared and flickered, one bright and one dim.
With a gentle touch, all the orbs shattered silently at once. Innumerable points of light passed through the peach tree's leaves, converging into rivers of light that flowed into Lu Chen's body.
Thought after thought flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Harvested a grade-three Mystical Peach, obtained a grade-four pill, the Misty Elixir.
Harvested a grade-three Mystical Peach, obtained a grade-four treasure, the Enchanting Melody Pearl.
Harvested a grade-three Mystical Divine Peach...
Here is the rewritten text with the requested changes:
"I didn't expect the Misty Elixir to be the most refined grade-four pill. It's probably at the Great Perfection level."
Among the spirit plants he had cultivated, the two main pill formulas he had obtained at the fourth grade were for the Misty Elixir and the Dust Cleansing Pill. The Dust Cleansing Pill's refinement level was between proficient and skilled, but the Misty Elixir had already broken through to the Great Achievement stage.
"After the Foundation Building Pill, this is another fantastic method to amass spirit stones. It's a shame that the Misty Dan's applications aren't as diverse as those of the Foundation Building Pill." (End of Chapter)
"That's not necessarily true. After all, there will always be those with a penchant for the pleasures of the flesh, even in the cultivation world."
Time always passed quickly when one was engaged in farming, and two months had flown by in the blink of an eye.
In the early morning, in the cave abode, there was a spiritual field of about one mu (approximately 1/15 of a hectare)
. Thick mist hung over the field, obscuring the view beyond. Next to the field were several simple stone houses.
With a creak, Hong Qinghai stepped out of one of the stone houses and approached a strange-looking seedling.
The surface of the seedling was covered in tiny, tadpole-sized characters that seemed to swim across its surface. Its stem was formed by countless black lines, and upon closer inspection, one could see that these lines were made up of characters that had been stretched and elongated.
Hong Qinghai was already accustomed to the oddities of this spiritual plant, and his expression remained calm. He sat down on a vacant spot next to the plant and took out a yellowing book. His dantian stirred, and a clear and resonant voice began to read aloud.
The seedling seemed to understand the subtle power contained in the reading voice, and the speed of the swimming characters increased, with many of them directly drilling into the plant's stems and leaves.
Half a shichen (roughly half an hour)
later, Hong Qinghai snapped out of his trance, putting down his book and carefully contemplating the insights he had gained from his cultivation.
He glanced at the mist surrounding the spiritual field, with no desire to venture beyond it.
While the mist greatly restricted his movement, he felt no dissatisfaction whatsoever.
He had been living in this cave abode for over two months now, and he was more than satisfied with his current cultivation life.
The place may have lacked the hustle and bustle of the former market town, but it was infinitely better in every other way.
The spiritual energy here was far purer and denser, and the level of safety had increased significantly. He no longer had to worry about demonic cultivators raiding his fields, beast attacks, or retribution from the powers he had offended in the past.
Compared to these benefits, the so-called "splendor" of the outside world was like a flower in a mirror and moon in the water, illusory and fleeting.
From time to time, the Golden Core cultivator who had arranged for this cave abode would visit and gift him some pills and talismans, calling it a small welfare package.
Lu Chen's actions filled Hong Qinghai with gratitude, and he redoubled his efforts to provide a rich literary atmosphere for the Nine Scholars Treasure Tree.
"Once I've adjusted my cultivation for a while longer, I should be able to attempt a breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage," Hong Qinghai thought with anticipation.
He looked forward to his bright future.
As for the thoughts of the Confucian Cultivator in the Nine Scholars Treasure Tree's spiritual field, Lu Chen paid little heed. He would drop by from time to time to check on the spiritual plant's condition and cast basic farming spells to help it absorb the surrounding literary energy more efficiently.
On this day, Lu Chen was in the spiritual field, carefully plucking the spiritual seeds that had formed on the Ice Fire Grass.
The remaining five Ice Fire Grass plants, with their improved maturity, yielded twenty-six spiritual seeds in this second harvest, a significant increase from the first.
"Once I've made a few more improvements, I can start mass-cultivating them," Lu Chen thought.
"My cultivation has been stagnant at the early Golden Core stage for quite some time now," he mused.
Lu Chen secretly acknowledged that with his true talent, even if he cultivated day and night, his progress would be barely noticeable. This stagnation was a stark contrast to the rapid surges of spiritual energy he had become accustomed to when harvesting light orbs, and it left him feeling uncomfortable.
"I have an overwhelming desire to improve," Lu Chen thought.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter end
Report
