Natural Fairy Species Chapter 139

  Chapter 139 Sword Refining Please Ask

  Zhang Cong was born in a rich and ordinary family. He was smart since he was a child. When he was eight years old, he was tested for spiritual roots, and was recommended to the Qingfeng sect as a fairy seedling.

  After refining gas for more than 40 years, the foundation was successfully established.

   I also imagined the vision of forming an alchemy, but unfortunately after more than 30 years of practice and reaching the peak of the early foundation establishment, I have been stuck in a bottleneck.

  Taking several barrier-breaking pills failed to break through, and gradually developed resistance to this pill, and its effect became negligible.

   If you want to rely on the power of the elixir to break through the bottleneck, you can only change to a higher-level elixir.

   After accumulating spirit stones for many years, he went to Zengguang Immortal City to bid for a water fire yin and yang pill, but in the end it still fell short.

   At this point, he simply gave up thinking about it, and honestly performed the duties of the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

  After the foundation was established, Zhang Cong went back to the ordinary family several times, and selected relatives with spiritual roots to take along with him to cultivate.

  It's a pity that no one is up to the challenge, the highest cultivation is only the sixth level of refining qi.

  The Zhang family lives on a mountain not far from the mountain gate, and they are not complete spiritual veins. There are only two small first-level high-grade spiritual lands.

   But for the Zhang family, which only has seven or eight monks, it is enough.

  If it weren't for Zhang Cong's face, he still wouldn't be able to occupy this place.

  In the mourning hall, the members of the Zhang family were dressed in plain clothes, and several people with cultivation bases were in charge of entertaining the guests and guarding the coffin.

   More ordinary people are doing rough work.

  Bai Zichen took Qing Xiang and bowed to Zhang Cong's memorial tablet.

  Liao Changqing followed behind him, impatient and fawning over the Zhang family members who were close to him after offering incense.

   His complexion was serious, the coercion belonging to the foundation-building cultivator came out through his body, and the surrounding area became quiet.

   "Brother Bai, I don't know what job you plan to choose next?"

  Liao Changqing still has a bunch of former disciples under him, and life is very difficult without anyone to take care of them.

   intends to directly seek a position without waiting for a ten-year transition period.

  He is not a newcomer who has just established a foundation, and needs to modify his skills to adapt to his cultivation, purchase spiritual weapons, and so on.

  Liao Changqing is not like Liu An, who has a special skill. He can work in the Artifact Refining Hall, and he can only wait for the upper management to arrange where he can be assigned.

   "I'm not in a hurry, I'll think about it for a few years... Brother Liang is here, let's go up and greet him."

  Liang Yutong and several elders from the Hall of Law Enforcement came striding over, and the panicked monks of the Zhang family hurried out and knelt on the ground.

  People take tea to cool down, except for a few fellow sects who had a good relationship during their lifetime, there are not many elders of the sect who came to mourn.

   "Get up, I'm here to see Junior Brother Zhang off for the last time today."

  Liang Yu intends to take care of Zhang Cong's descendants, but he chooses and chooses no one he likes.

   I'm afraid that after a few years, these people won't even be able to keep the inheritance left by Zhang Cong.

  Liang Yu saw Bai Zichen and nodded to him: "You guys are here too."

  Liao Changqing saluted excitedly and said hello. If Liang Yu noticed him, he didn't come in vain this time.

  When the auspicious time came, Liang Yu, as the chief priest, stood in front of the coffin with a sad face.

   "Every life is bound to die, and an early death is not a quick death."

   "After thousands of years, who knows glory and disgrace!"

  Every time Liang Yu recited a eulogy, he waved a red light into the coffin.

  With the four majestic and deep red lights covering the four corners, the coffin looked much heavier.

  Liang Yu had a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and the four prohibitions that he put in place with great effort were enough to prevent ordinary early-stage foundation-building monks.

  He did this because he considered that the Zhang family was weak and unable to take care of the graves of their ancestors, and he was worried that Zhang Cong's body would be humiliated.

  This kind of thing rarely happens in Heishan County, just in case, in Hejian County, there is no family of cultivators who would dare to let their seniors be buried like this.

   Among the magical skills, there are several secret methods of refining corpses, which transform the bodies of dead monks into zombies.

  Body-training monks are better, and the transformed zombies have higher levels and stronger strength.

  This secret method of refining corpses is very effective, and does not use any materials except the monk's body.

   Among the magic monks, it is very popular.

  Which family has a foundation-building monk sitting down, there will be a Ghost Spirit Sect monk coming to the door immediately, and there will be a lot of fighting to **** the corpse.

  Many cultivating families directly cremated the remains of their ancestors.

  Or simply do it yourself, first turn the ancestors into zombies to protect the family.

   "Master Liang, only Cheng'er in my family can be cultivated, and the ancestors put a lot of effort into him in the past..."

  The monk at the sixth level of Qi refining in the Zhang family pulled a teenager in his teens to kneel in front of Liang Yu, and kowtowed vigorously.

   "I beg Hall Master Liang to take care of the ancestors and accept his son as a disciple."

  Liang Yu stretched out his hand to pinch the young man's wrist, and spent a little mana.

  Four Spiritual Roots, Qi Refining Level 2.

   "I have stopped accepting disciples a long time ago, and I don't have time to teach under my sect... I will write a note, you take it to the sect, and I will arrange for him to be an outer disciple."

  Liang Yu called Bai Zichen, leaving the two kneeling and kowtowing behind him.

   "I didn't expect that among the members of Brother Zhang's family, there is not even one who can support the lintel."

   Bai Zichen looked at it and shook his head. If there is a good seedling, Liang Yu may just follow the trend and accept it.

   "Even Patriarch Jiedan, he can't guarantee how outstanding his descendants will be... Let's not talk about this, just look at it in the face of Junior Brother Zhang."

  Liang Yu walked along the mountain road to a secluded place.

   "Everyone has a different path in practice, and I have nothing to advise you. I hope you can learn from Junior Brother Zhang, and don't be careless at any time."

   "There are endless weird skills for the monks outside... Either don't fight with others, or do it with all your strength. Don't leave the opponent with a sigh of relief and use your hole cards."

   "I'm in the sect, so I don't want to hear the news that your soul lamp is extinguished."

   "Persevere like walking on thin ice, and do things bravely and diligently... Brother Liang advised me to keep it in mind, and I will not be arrogant and careless."

  Bai Zichen has a very clear understanding of himself, there is a mysterious spirit body, and some dangerous actions are completely unnecessary.

  Those boundary-breaking pills that are extremely tempting to ordinary monks are worthless to him.

"By the way, the ownership of the third-tier spiritual land of Feiyue Lake has begun. The only ones who intend to go are you new elders and a few people who have not fixed the third-tier spiritual land. It is easy to occupy the next place based on your merits. Only One point, there are two mid-tier third-tier places in the spiritual land, and four low-tier third-tier places... Whether you can occupy a middle-tier third-tier spiritual land needs to be discussed further."

  Liang Yu was quite relieved to see that this junior did not have the arrogance of the rumored sword cultivator who would rather bend than bend, and knew how to be flexible.

   "Brother, please advise, how to win the third-tier middle-grade spiritual land, does the sect have a constitution?"

  Bai Zichen's eyes lit up. If he can have a third-tier middle-grade spiritual land, he must strive for better ones.

  In the process of cultivation, it is good to increase one point of efficiency.

"But it's just a few of us voting. Junior Brother Wei brought Gu Xisheng in and asked him to act first as the deputy head of general affairs in the past few years. He also has a vote of power... Junior Brother Ying and I will definitely vote for you, but it's better to ask him later. A hall master is safe."

  Seven people vote, each person chooses two people, and the one with the highest number of votes wins.

"I see."

  Bai Zichen nodded slightly, besides Senior Brother Liang Yu's efforts, he had to think of a way.

  Refining Palace.

  Bai Zichen wiped away 5,800 points of Zongmen's contributions at once, looking at the few contributions left on his elder token, he was a little bit reluctant.

  The income from Feiyue Lake's last battle and this year's salary allowed him to successfully pay off his debts.

   "Brother Bai is indeed a believer. Before I came to urge you, I took the initiative to return the contribution of the sect."

  Peng Chong touched his bald head and laughed heartily.

   Even if you know that the other party will not renege on the debt, every creditor is happy when he receives the debt.

   "Senior Brother Peng generously helped me to get together the contribution to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I will always remember this kindness... Now that you want to refine the spirit weapon, it is time to spend a lot of money. How dare I procrastinate."

  Back then, Peng Chong was able to lend thousands of contributions without hesitation, although there were reasons why he was optimistic about Bai Zichen and invested in advance.

  But judging from the results, it helped him a lot.

   "Haha, with the contribution of Junior Brother Bai, I can exchange the last two materials, and I can start refining the spirit weapon next month... This time I will succeed in one fell swoop!"

   "Then I'm here to wish Senior Brother Peng a great progress in refining skills!"

  Bai Zichen took a sip of the spirit tea at hand, and asked slowly: "Brother Dai is in the hall, I want to find him for something."

   "The hall master just came out of the refining room, so I'll pass it on immediately."

  Peng Chong got up immediately without hesitation.

  This young Bai junior brother is now much more important than him, a veteran elder, in the eyes of the sect's senior officials.

  Peng Chong has the identity of a second-level craftsman, and he is considered a relatively prominent one among the elders in the early stage of foundation establishment.

  After a stick of incense, Bai Zichen met Dai Hui, the master of the Artifact Refining Hall.

   "I have met the acting brother."

   "No need to be too polite, just find a seat for yourself."

  Dai Hui held an ancient book in his hand, threw it on the table and laughed heartily: "Junior Brother Bai is a rare visitor, why did you come to my Artifact Refining Hall today?"

   "It's just that I need to ask my brother on behalf of me."

  Bai Zichen took out the white iron elite and a bunch of auxiliary materials, and said with some embarrassment: "I have gathered the refining materials for another second-level flying sword in the secret method of refining swords last time, and I want to ask my senior brother to help."

   "Oh, I didn't expect Junior Brother Bai to have such a good chance to get the white iron elite so quickly... Even I don't have this kind of mineral material in the Artifact Refining Hall."

  Dai Hui took the white iron elite and threw it in his hand.

   "The weight is enough, and it's a little bit more... But I don't have time right now. The younger brother must wait for me for five years, or find another younger brother to refine it."

   "It's definitely not an excuse. I got an inspiration by chance, and I'm about to retreat right away, so there's no delay."

  Among the five palace masters, Dai Hui is the youngest and still has the hope of forming a pill.

  Bai Zichen is very clear that this kind of sudden inspiration comes and goes quickly.

  Refining the Tianxin Sword takes at least a few months.

  If he practiced the sword first and then retreated, Dai Hui's inspiration would have slipped away long ago.

   "Then I will wait for Senior Brother Dai to leave the seclusion, five years, I can afford to wait... I wish Senior Brother Dai a smooth retreat and great progress in cultivation."

  Bai Zichen thought about it, and still felt that Dai Hui's sword refining skills were trustworthy.

   Another person was changed. If the sword refining materials were destroyed, he would have nowhere to find another white iron elite.

   "Okay, don't worry, Junior Brother Bai, if everything goes well, he may be released in two or three years!"

  Dai Hui laughed out loud and put away the sword refining materials.

   "The extra white iron elites will be my reward for this sword refining."

  Bai Zichen quickly thanked him, and at the same time mentioned the matter of the third-tier middle-grade spiritual land of Feiyue Lake.

  Dai Hui didn't even think about it, and readily agreed, saying that he would send his opinion to the head of the guard before retreating.

  (end of this chapter)

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