From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 207 Changes

Chen Yu looked at the pond at the foot of the mulberry tree. It might be more appropriate to call it a lake now.

This large pond is more than one thousand acres in size, with lotus flowers and reeds everywhere.

Moreover, the deepest part is where monsters and beasts have dug out caves to live in, and the water level is as high as 20 to 30 feet.

With this discovery, I will temporarily apply more Jade Dew of Creation to it.

But the lifespan of this mulberry tree is almost over, and I wonder if it can last long enough for the mulberry leaves to grow to a higher grade.

This matter will be arranged after finishing training tomorrow. Chen Yu left the courtyard and came to the market.

Wang Chonglin has been practicing in seclusion recently. His master, Lingyi Zhenren, either teaches his disciples how to practice, or travels around like Chen Yu's puppet in his spare time.

As a Foundation Establishment Immortal, of course he can go anywhere.

But if you want to have enough energy to take care of your master's descendants and make their lives better, you have to strengthen your voice in the sect.

The simplest and most brutal method is to break through the middle stage of foundation building and be on equal footing with the sect master.

When Lingyi was in the Qi Refining Stage, he married and had five sons and two daughters.

Naturally, there was no one who died young after the real person, and there were more than twenty grandchildren.

He lived for three hundred years, and his youngest son was his eleventh-generation grandson.

If we only count the male line, there are more than ten thousand people.

In other words, starting from his generation, he established a huge family.

The spiritual roots of most of them are not worth cultivating at all, and they can just be left to reproduce in the mortal world.

There are only eleven people from the fourth generation still practicing in Lingxu Sect.

His highest level of cultivation is the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he is very old. If things go wrong, he might even be ahead of Master Lingyi.

Chen Yu was walking in the market when he suddenly saw a streak of light appear.

There was no doubt that Master Wang Chonglin had returned, and it was most likely him who sent the message.

The master and his disciple have almost taken root in Danhua Market. Apart from them, no other foundation-building cultivators are willing to come to this resource-scarce place.

After a slight hesitation, Chen Yu decided to go see this good friend.

When he arrived at Wang Chonglin's residence, before he could knock on the door, it opened with a clang.

A figure stood inside the door. It was his good friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After not seeing each other for several months, Wang Chonglin's cultivation has improved a little.

With his seven-inch and two-tenths spiritual root, this cultivation speed is not slow. I guess it's because he has been practicing hard all day long these days without interruption.

Although they have always lived in the market town, the master and disciple have no shortage of spiritual resources.

The Foundation Establishment Master who was previously sent to guard the market town left on the pretext of something, and Wang Chonglin became the actual Foundation Establishment cultivator stationed here.

The four sects in the west of the island naturally transferred the compensatory offerings to him, which amounted to thousands of spirit stones every year.

Master Lingyi's life span is coming to an end and he has no hope of making a breakthrough, so naturally he will not share the spirit stones with him.

In addition, Wang Chonglin had entered the tomb of a foundation-building cultivator before, and although he did not gain much, he did get a large piece of spiritual gold.

Just exchanging this spiritual gold for spiritual stones and elixirs would be enough to allow his cultivation to grow rapidly within ten years.

As Chen Yu entered the courtyard amid Wang Chonglin's delighted smile, he saw Master Lingyi sitting at the stone table and drinking by himself.

After experiencing great ups and downs and being on the verge of life and death, his mentality gradually calmed down.

He no longer focused on practicing, but placed his hopes on his disciples.

Although his consciousness is still slowly collapsing, it is expected to return to nothingness in thirty years.

But now he looks rosy-cheeked and has regained his former sage-like demeanor.

One kick from the Zhiren and Zhima can extend the life of a cultivator in the late foundation-building stage by thirty years.

Chen Yu bowed slightly and turned to look at Wang Chonglin: "I haven't seen you for a few months. How is your arm injury?"

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Chen. I will be fine after taking good care of myself."

After the master successfully extended his life, he told him everything about the Dragon Palace, and of course he did not hide the fact that he had lost an arm.

However, the second-grade, lower-quality healing pills were indeed expensive. A small bottle of five pills cost him six hundred spirit stones.

Lingxu Sect has a lower-grade second-level alchemist, but his skills are not very sophisticated.

It's okay to refine second-level entry-level elixirs such as Foundation Building Pills and Essence Nourishing Pills, but I'm powerless to refine the more difficult healing pills.

Most of the second-level elixirs of the four sects in Yuxi come from the Danhua Sect and the Qingchi Sect.

If Wang Chonglin wanted to buy elixirs, he would naturally be asked to pay a higher price by other sects.

There is no other way. As long as the injuries on your body are not healed, the circulation of your true energy will be sluggish.

The loss caused by not making any progress in cultivation over the years would be far greater than six hundred spirit stones.

However, the Lingxu Sect is not much different. They are best at refining weapons and making talismans, and they can also make high profits by selling the finished products to other immortal sects.

During the conversation, the three of them gathered together and sat down at the stone table.

Wang Chonglin performed a little magic and took out a jar of magic wine from the yard.

“Brother Chen doesn’t like strong liquor, and Wang has been collecting sweet and fruit wines in recent years.

However, due to the urgent matter of cultivation, I had been separated from Brother Chen for several months without realizing it.

It is a great pity that I cannot see you in this small market, and I feel guilty about it."

"You are thoughtful, fellow Daoist. It is only natural for cultivators of our generation to focus on cultivation."

Chen Yu picked up the wine bowl, put it to his lips and took a sip. It was sweet and fragrant, probably because a few drops of the hundred-year-old spirit essence were added.

"But if you cultivate the Dao and the mind, you will not achieve your goal if you try too hard. You need to combine work with rest."

Wang Chonglin laughed and passed over the matter.

After finishing the wine, none of the three looked drunk.

Chen Yu returned in a lazy manner, Ling Yi Zhenren went out traveling, and Wang Chonglin went into seclusion to practice again. The market town was still peaceful.

The spirit puppet descended from Yanchi Mountain and began to explore the surrounding areas.

He headed straight for the secret realm after coming down from Lei Yangze, and there were many places he had not yet visited.

The Luohun Mountains run from north to south and are 140,000 miles long.

The east and west sides also span thousands of miles, with continuous snow-capped mountains.

There are many human countries, but they are insignificant in this vast world.

Monsters and beasts roam rampant in the mountains and forests, making them an excellent place for many cultivators to venture out.

The Li family on the west slope, the Zhan family to the east, and the Fang family further south each have a foundation-building master.

The strength is almost the same, and neither can do anything to the other.

But the open and covert fighting has never stopped, and the younger generation will kill them if they meet Mo Xu.

Everyone wants to completely defeat the other and kill the monsters in the mountains to become the sole master of this land.

Some time ago, Chen Yu was on his way to the secret realm of Yanchi Mountain and he killed a monster. He planned to use Jianmu to analyze its blood or study its pharmacology.

In his eyes, this was just a trivial matter, and he didn't even know the species of the monster.

For monsters like this that have inner elixir, it is not surprising if their bloodline returns to their ancestral form and they become anything they want.

If you keep it for a long time, there may be some clues to follow.

For example, the golden carp follows the path of transforming into a dragon, but it is different because of the abundant resources in the space.

But wild monsters are different. Today they may be fish swimming in the water, but after a breakthrough tomorrow they may become feathered creatures in the sky.

Only the spiritual medicine it guards is relatively precious, and is stored in the spirit puppet's stomach.

Chen Yu didn't take the big monster seriously, but the local cultivators could feel the change.

More than a month passed, and the impact of a huge monster disappearing out of thin air began to ferment.