Chapter 138 Harvest and Essence
Outside of Mochizuki Island.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Zhao Wuji fleeing in embarrassment.
Just now, everyone only saw him entering the periphery of the mist, and suddenly he began to dance and scream wildly, acting as if he was crazy.
The noble image of Mr. Zhao in the past disappeared, and the ugly image that replaced it was revealed.
They then looked at the pink mist again, with deep fear and fear rising in their eyes.
“What the hell is this?”
“Is it possible that Wangyue Island has been swallowed by this fog?”
Zhao Wuji also showed a look of fear, “What a weird phantom mist, it can actually produce such a dangerous illusion.”
“If it hadn’t been for the life-protecting talisman given by our ancestors just now, I would have died here.”
“This Qin guy is not as simple as he seems.”
Zhao Wuji had experienced the power of the mist and illusion, and knew that he would never be able to break through. He straightened up his appearance, and then led everyone away with a gloomy expression.
Moon Moon Island.
Qin Ming had already discovered what was happening outside.
He flew into the air, made a move with one hand, and shot two blood beads out of the misty illusion, falling accurately into his hands.
Then Qin Ming swept away the corpses of the two foundation-building monks with his spiritual mind, and the two storage bags of the other party were also put into his pocket.
“You are lucky, Mr. Zhao.” Qin Ming thought to himself as he stood looking at the direction in which Zhao Wuji and his group were fleeing.
Immediately he returned to the island and threw the two blood beads to his natal spiritual plant, the Immortality Vine.
Black vines flew around, absorbing the blood drops, and sprouted many branches.
The vines of the Immortal Vine stretched out, emitting streams of energy of the years with great joy, continuously flowing into Qin Ming’s body.
……
After this incident.
Within the Lingqi Islands, a strange story gradually spread.
That is, Wangyue Island is shrouded in a pink smoke, and its misty illusion is so powerful that even the ancestors of Jindan have to stay away.
“Alas! What a pity, Master Qin! What a great man of his generation!”
“Our Lingqi Archipelago finally had a Lingqi Planting Master who could grow Lingqi Rice, but it just disappeared.”
“Not necessarily. Maybe everything will be fine on the island?”
“This kind of weird fog is comparable to the mysterious gray fog in Daze in the north. Not even the ancestor of Jindan can survive, let alone the Lord of Qin Island?”
“.”
More and more rumors spread, and they were divided into several versions.
Like the sudden appearance of strange fog, it adds a mysterious atmosphere to Wangyue Lake.
Wangyue Island has also been included in the Lingqi Islands, one of the dangerous forbidden areas.
If a monk breaks in rashly, he will never return.
This news also reached Jingxue Pavilion in Canghai Immortal City.
Gu Qingzhao and Shopkeeper Liao were also shocked.
“What?!”
“Fellow Daoist Qin’s Wangyue Island was submerged by the mist?”
“Pavilion Master, what should we do?”
Shopkeeper Liao also had a sad face. Jingxue Pavilion’s last large-scale auction was extremely successful and has been affected by it. Today’s turnover is rising sharply.
The adults at the headquarters all spoke highly of them.
This all relies on the Foundation Building Pill refined by fellow Taoist Qin and many rare spiritual plants.
If something happened to Qin Ming, it would still have a big impact on them.
In addition, there are also personal emotional factors.
Just then.
Outside the door, a report came from the shop boy: “To the master and shopkeeper of the pavilion, there is a monk surnamed Wu outside asking to see him, saying that he has always sold spiritual rice.”
Hearing this, Gu Qingzhao’s frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and he quickly ordered: “Invite him quickly.”
After a while.
Wu Jiang walked into the private room with a smile on his face, and greeted the two of them with his hands in hand.
“Fellow Daoist Wu, what is going on on Wangyue Island?” Shopkeeper Liao asked impatiently.
Gu Qingzhao also looked at him, puzzled in his heart.
But at this time, Wu Jiang, who lived on Wangyue Island, appeared here safe and sound.
It was not difficult for her to guess that nothing major happened on the island.
“Haha! You two Taoists don’t have to worry too much, Wangyue Island is safe now.”
“There is a war in the Lingqi Islands now. Fellow Daoist Qin wants to protect Wangyue Island from the impact of the war and the intrusion of some forces.”
“This is why we had no choice but to arrange a misty illusion to increase defensive measures. As for everything on the island, everything is still as usual.”
After Wu Jiang explained, Gu Qingzhao and Shopkeeper Liao looked even more shocked, “This fog that can block the ancestor of the Golden Pill was created by Fellow Daoist Qin?”
Wu Jiang nodded in disbelief.
To be honest, when fellow Daoist Qin arranged the fog, he spent more than a month in fear.
Then he told all the situation to the two people in Jingxue Pavilion.
“Come, come, fellow Taoist Wu is here to sell spiritual rice. This pavilion is looking for you.”
“Look, you’re busy asking about things on Ling Island, and you haven’t served Wu Daoyou tea yet, so you’re being negligent.”
After listening to Wu Jiang’s story, Gu Qingzhao and Gu Qingzhao were instantly relieved as their worries disappeared.
Shopkeeper Liao put a professional smile on his face again, invited Wu Jiang to take a seat, and then made some spiritual tea.
……
After returning to Wangyue Island.
Wu Jiang told Qin Ming all the rumors from the outside world.
“Haha, it just so happens that they are all settled, so just let them go.” Qin Ming couldn’t help but smile after hearing this.
From then on, Wangyue Island became a truly isolated place.
Next.
Qin Ming began a boring training routine. After practicing every day, he studied the inheritance of the third-level spiritual planter and the Miao family’s “Thousand Machine Puppet Technique”.
Because after he was promoted to the second-level high-grade spiritual planter this time, he had to find a way to advance to the third-level spiritual planter.
Practicing puppetry also requires extremely high demands on the soul of the monks. This high-level puppetry of the Miao family is also extremely sophisticated.
There is also a method of ‘distracting mind and turning thoughts’ that involves controlling puppets. For Qin Ming, this is simply the icing on the cake, adding even more power to a tiger.
With his current strength of spiritual thoughts comparable to those in the late stage of foundation building, he lacks such a method of using his spiritual thoughts wonderfully.
After only half a month of research, he used spiritual plants to refine several straw puppets, which were capable of mid-stage Qi training.
Those straw puppets are currently helping him dig and loosen the soil in the spiritual field outside.
Time passes slowly.
After three months.
Qin Ming’s three acres of top-grade Lingqi rice are all ripe.
He took the spiritual sickle and came to the Lingshui field. Like a farmer, he looked at the crops he had worked so hard to grow with a smile, and the joy of harvest suddenly filled his heart.
This time, the eighty rice flower spirit fish in the Lingshui field were even fatter than the last time. They were all plump and had three tiger stripes on their backs. The smallest ones weighed seven or eight pounds, and the larger ones even weighed two. Ten pounds.
Qin Ming casually peeled off a grain of top-quality spiritual rice, and a dazzling spiritual halo suddenly came into view. A grain of spiritual rice as transparent as glass appeared in his hand.
An astonishing wave of spiritual energy was transmitted from the top-grade spiritual rice.
Qin Ming felt the rich spiritual energy fluctuations in the spiritual rice, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then he rolled up his sleeves and began to harvest the spiritual rice, and the spiritual fish in the rice field also jumped alive.
After a busy afternoon, Qin Ming harvested three stones of top-grade Lingqi rice, enough for him to eat for a long time.
In addition, he also harvested two blue entry leaves:
[Mana Crystal]
The dense atmosphere of spiritual food fills the cave, lingering with an intoxicating aroma.
These two things, if placed outside in the world of immortality, would cause quite a stir.
Qin Ming looked at the spiritual rice and spiritual fish in front of him, his appetite was aroused, and he began to feel angry.
Waves of majestic spiritual energy continued to pour into his body.
After eating, he immediately walked to the longevity vine, his natal spiritual plant, and practiced the “Ancient Wood Immortality Technique”.
I feel like the time is almost here.
Qin Ming also used all five [Mana Crystals].
Wow! Wow! Wow! The cyan liquid mana in his body gathered more and more, flowing along his Zhoutian meridians, like a trickle, and merged into the Dantian Qi sea.
In an instant, his cultivation level in the early stage of foundation building began to rise slowly.
It didn’t slowly stop until it reached its initial peak.
His current reserve of liquid mana has exceeded that of ordinary monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and is more than twice that of monks of the same level.
Qin Ming finished his work and slowly opened his eyes, a green light flashed in his eyes.
The evergreen vine is still injecting him with the energy of time and the essence of vegetation.
The silver rune in his body also gradually outlined a small part.
This means that Qin Ming’s cultivation of the Ancient Wood Evergreen Body has begun to make progress.
Qin Ming felt the extremely rich cyan liquid mana in his body and smiled with satisfaction.
“If this trend continues, if we continue to cultivate land on the island for a few more years, the later stage of foundation building will not be far away.”
(End of chapter)