12dz Chapter 142 Mystic Spring Purifying Bottle
Chapter 142 Mystic Spring Purifying Bottle
The spring rain fell in fine, continuous threads, seeping into the earth.
A thin mist gradually rises over the green hills and clear waters.
In a scattered field, Fang Yixin was no longer dressed as a noble young master. Instead, he wore a straw hat, a raincoat, and rolled-up trousers, looking like an old farmer working in the fields.
After a long while, he straightened up, wiped the mud off his hands, and smiled bitterly: "I thought that entering the path of immortality would involve living on wind and dew, making a few good friends, traveling around at night, setting off in the morning and returning in the evening, picking flowers to bring back... but I never expected it to be like this."
"Blackie..."
Not far away, Hu Quan'an, who was casting the Spirit Rain Technique, chuckled: "When I was young, I thought the same as you... but now you know, right? Even this tough job is something we earned with our lives... If I hadn't sacrificed this job, you wouldn't have anywhere to sell your life!" Fang Yixin could only smile bitterly upon hearing this.
News is pouring in from the outside world: the demon army has already conquered Ba County and Yulin County... swallowing up most of Shu, and even news of war has come from further east and the southern border.
Those cultivators who had remained in their original places, reluctant to leave their homeland, naturally complained bitterly. They fled with their families, but most of them could not escape and were captured and thrown into the army, where they died in battle wave after wave...
The number of cultivators in Xituo County surged again, and soon countless bloody battles broke out over resources such as spirit fields and spirit caves.
The White Bone Path completely ignored this, instead buying up cultivators' corpses on a large scale, leading to a rampant trend of robbing cultivators.
His family was able to farm peacefully here thanks to the prestige of the Zeng family of Daoji.
Of course, all of this comes at a price.
"This Yuanqing Spirit Rice can yield ninety catties per mu... After consuming it, cultivators can increase their cultivation speed... It's truly a first-rate product." Fang Yixin looked at the spirit rice seedlings, then gritted his teeth, "But the Zeng family actually wants to collect 80% of the rent... My family previously owned tens of thousands of mu of land, and the rent was only 50% or 60%. The yield from the most fertile hundreds of mu was split 50/50 between the landlord and the tenant farmers..."
"Hehe... If I hadn't risked my reputation, they would have charged you 90%!"
Hu Quan'an sneered, "We grow spirit rice for Dao Foundation families, so at least we are protected by them and are generally not bothered by treacherous cultivators... Otherwise, if we became rogue cultivators, we would truly be living in constant fear."
He added, "I've heard that there are several families who have accepted Qi, with many Qi cultivators in their families. They are willing to farm for the Zeng family free of charge, taking no harvest in return, only seeking protection... But those families have a lot of trouble, and the Zeng family has refused them."
"..."
Fang Yixin sighed and continued to work in the fields.
No matter how bad the food was, he earned it through his own hard work and struggle.
Thinking back to that previous battle, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.
He was just a lowly cultivator at the first level of Qi Conversion, and he only stood at the back waving flags and shouting slogans, activating a talisman.
Even so, it was still thrilling.
After a busy day, Fang Yixin returned to a small town at the foot of the mountain.
This town naturally belonged to the Zeng family, and many cultivators from other surnames lived there. The Hu family and the Fang family each rented a house and lived side by side.
"grandfather·……"
When Fang Yixin returned home, she saw Fang Jingchun.
Since seeing his grandfather enter the Daoist path, he seemed to have put his mind at ease, and his whole body relaxed, making him look even older, perhaps indicating that his time was coming to an end.
"Single-minded, huh? Cultivate diligently... Now that things have settled down, you must focus wholeheartedly on cultivation, without arrogance or impatience..."
Fang Jingchun offered a few words of comfort before falling into a deep sleep again.
Fang Yixin covered his grandfather with a brocade quilt, had a meal with his wife, and then went into the secluded meditation room to cultivate.
"Senior Hu clearly said I have good aptitude... This 'Viewing the Black Tomb Book' is a foundational cultivation method, and what I've consumed is a fifth-grade True Elite... This foundation far surpasses that of a rogue cultivator, but cultivation is still difficult."
He cultivated for a night and felt only a negligible improvement in his magical power, leaving him speechless.
"I've heard that scions of noble families have access to miraculous elixirs for cultivation, or at the very least, they have spiritual rice to eat every day... Even those with average talent can progress by leaps and bounds." "Unfortunately... I wonder when my family will be able to afford such things."
Fang Yixin sighed, knowing that as a pioneer, he was bound to suffer a lot.
He looked at the sky. He didn't know how many days he had been cultivating this time. He just felt dizzy and depressed, so he went out for a walk to clear his mind.
Before they knew it, they had arrived in the town and found it bustling with activity. There were countless cultivators setting up stalls, and they immediately realized, "It's the gathering on the first and fifteenth of each month."
The Zeng family sheltered many cultivators, who lived among ordinary people, but lacked a place for them to exchange information.
Therefore, it was stipulated that a gathering would be held in the town center on the first and fifteenth of each month, and many fellow cultivators would come to join in the fun.
Fang Yixin hadn't explored this market of independent cultivators much before, so she went up to take a look.
"The finest Yuan Dan can enhance cultivation..."
He saw a stall displaying more than a dozen jade bottles, all filled with pills that could increase magical power and heal injuries. He pointed to one of the jade bottles and asked, "How much is this?"
The stall owner, a middle-aged female cultivator, glanced at him and immediately lost her enthusiasm: "Seeing that you have nothing of value, I'll exchange you for spirit rice... twenty catties per grain."
"My entire year's harvest, which I keep for myself, isn't even enough to buy a single bottle of elixir?"
Fang Yixin clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you, farewell..."
Having learned his lesson, he never dared to ask the price again. After wandering around for a while, he felt even more that his family was poor.
Just as they were about to leave, a beautiful female cultivator with a jade hairpin in her hair descended on a rosy cloud.
"He's a cultivator from the Zeng family's main branch!"
Upon seeing the spiritual light emanating from the woman's robe, Fang Yixin immediately recognized her as an important figure and respectfully stepped aside to pay his respects.
The female cultivator didn't even glance at him, walking into a restaurant like a proud little phoenix.
"Sister Yuchai is here! I heard you were almost taken by that Mingzi... You should have another drink to calm your nerves!"
Inside the private room, several members of the Zeng family were already waiting. One of them, a strikingly beautiful woman in red, teased...
Wusheng Temple.
Fang Qing set up a protective array within his cave, transforming it into a [Ji Water] Dao foundation. He then consumed a [Ji Water] spiritual item and silently cultivated his magical power. "Whether it's the Qi Absorption Dao or the Qi Refining Dao, aptitude is certainly important, but resources are even more crucial..."
"I've consumed quite a few [Zhenshui] Great Pills, and I also have [Jishui] spiritual items accumulated by Wusheng Temple... My cultivation progress is advancing by leaps and bounds." "Judging by the time, it's only been a dozen years or so since I formed my Dao Foundation, and I can already see the threshold of the mid-stage Dao Foundation... When that time comes, I'll consume that 'Life Spring Pill,' go into seclusion, and I'm sure I can break through the bottleneck!"
"I wonder how the Fang family is doing? But with the Zeng family protecting them, they should be fine..."
Fang Qing had no idea that Fang Yixin was having a terrible time. He had encountered Zeng Yuchai, who had been slapped by him and had to thank him, but was treated like a nobody on the street...
After a moment of contemplation, he transformed his "female earth" magic power and leisurely emerged from seclusion.
As soon as I emerged from the pass, I saw a Vajrabhairava protector waiting for me, and a message from Miaofeng arrived.
"Oh? This person is looking for me? Looks like that matter has been settled."
Fang Qing's heart stirred, and he found Miao Feng.
The man looked somewhat travel-worn. Upon seeing Fang Qing, he bowed again and said, "Greetings, Fang Shuimingzi..."
Inwardly, however, he was indignant: "How biased Master is! For this brat's sake, he not only briefly left seclusion but also sacrificed favors and spiritual items to ask the weapon-refining master of Black Spring Temple for help..."
"He even wants me to make a trip to the secret treasury to bring back the sacred artifacts..."
"Hmm, where are my Buddhist implements?"
Fang Qing didn't care about this person's thoughts at all, since he was already Sangji's dog.
Even if he had some opinions, he would only tell Sangji and then let Sangji punish them.
"Here."
Despite his inner grumbling, Miao Fengmingzi presented a Buddhist artifact with a smile on his face.
This sacred artifact had reached the level of a Dao Foundation Spiritual Artifact; it was a jade bottle made of mutton-fat jade, emitting three concentric rings of light of different colors, its mystical nature extraordinary. Fang Qing took it, reaching out to stroke the bottle, feeling its smooth, jade-like texture. He heard Miao Feng Mingzi's explanation: "This sacred artifact is called the 'Wonderful Spring Pure Bottle,' carved from a single piece of spring jade, infused with a large amount of [Ji Water] spiritual material. It was blessed by eighty-one monks and six masters skilled in this art through chanting… It excels at storing spiritual water, preserving its properties for eternity, and can also absorb water veins…"
At this point, Miao Fengmingzi glanced at Miao Shuimingfei, who had come to see the spectacle, and then at the "Miaoquan Pure Bottle" that Fang Qing was playing with, feeling a little strange.
"Thank you for your trouble, junior brother..."
Fang Qing played with the jade bottle with great affection, even feeling that his own [Ji Shui] cultivation had improved slightly.
He knew in his heart that if he were still at the foundation of the [Ji Shui] Dao, he would surely benefit even more.
"It's truly a wonderful treasure..."
"If a cultivator's destiny aligns with their own, it often greatly benefits their cultivation..."
"As expected, my natal element is [Ji Water]... I am still more suited to cultivating the [Ji Water] technique, but unfortunately, water-element cultivators are too weak... Among all the lineages, I am probably one of the weaker ones."
However, since he possessed the Daoist ability to generate pearls and could easily switch cultivation methods, he didn't take it too seriously.
Knowing that in the future all cultivation would be based on the "Jishui" (箕水) and that the various paths would clash, they were aware of the future situation.
After much internal struggle, he ultimately took the "Wonderful Spring Pure Bottle" and returned to his own cave.
As Miao Feng watched Fang Qing's retreating figure, he suddenly asked Miao Shui, "Do you think the name 'Miao Quan' was given by the master of Black Spring Temple, or by our master, or even by this Mingzi himself?"
How would I know?
Miao Shui blushed slightly, seemingly lost in thought: "If Master commands me to assist Mingzi in his cultivation, then I have no choice but to do so..." Fang Qing returned to his cave dwelling and transformed the [Ji Shui] Dao Foundation, which indeed caused the Miao Quan Pure Bottle to generate even more wondrous phenomena.
He joyfully activated the "Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion" to refine the bottle and imprint it with his own mark.
The incantations of the Vajrayana realm are often profound, and this "Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion" is especially extraordinary, suitable for consecrating most sacred objects.
"Hmm... If preserved in this bottle, the 'Sweet Dew Spring Water' produced by my profound Long-lasting Sweet Dew Dao Foundation... its effects can probably last for more than ten years... Furthermore, nourishing it with spiritual water can slightly enhance the cultivation of [Ji Water]..."
Fang Qing held the precious bottle with joy on his face. He then used various methods to check it and confirmed that there were no hidden contrabands in the bottle, and that it was very clean.
He immediately calmed down and prepared to continue his cultivation, but then he thought of the Fang family.
"How long will it take them to climb up to me?"