I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates - Chapter 56
Chapter 56: Chapter 55 Attack_l
Translator: 549690339
The Flood Dragon Vine was a third-grade spiritual plant, and Lu Xuan naturally didn’t believe that a small bottle of the rank-less Black Line Snake blood could satisfy its growth requirements.
His main intention was to see what changes the Flood Dragon Vine could undergo after bathing in snake blood.
The result was satisfactory. Even if the bottle of Black Line Snake blood didn’t quench its thirst at all, the Flood Dragon Vine still underwent a delightful transformation and was no longer in its previous withered state.
“It seems that I need to find a way to obtain snake demonic beast blood with a larger volume and a higher-grade in the future,” Lu Xuan said, contemplating while feeling the noticeably increased vitality within the Flood Dragon Vine that still maintained its dark red color.
In the following three days, Lu Xuan stayed tranquilly in his courtyard, allocating all his energies to cultivating spiritual plants and rearing spiritual beasts.
There was spirit rice and demon beast meat ready in the house, among other common supplies, which could meet his needs for a while, so he didn’t have to worry about livelihood issues.
During these three days, thirteen of the remaining thirty-nine Spirit Firefly Grasses had fully matured.
Among them, five were of good quality, six were of superior quality, and two were perfect grade.
Planting led to rewards. The thirteen white light clusters brought Lu Xuan thirteen awards.
His cultivation level increased by a total of two years, further consolidating Lu
Xuan’s Qi Cultivation Level Six strength. Additionally, he received four First Grade Talismans, three Technique Experience Packages which were the Earth Pulling Technique, the Tree Life Spell, and the Golden Sword Technique.
He also absorbed two Cultivation Pill Prescriptions, which significantly added to his theoretical knowledge of concocting the Yuan Cultivating Pill.
There are two more Red Cloud Pine Nuts on the Red Cloud Pine which should be about to reach full maturity.
Of course, picking them now wouldn’t be a bad decision since they appear no different from the first Red Cloud Pine nut that he had previously harvested.
It was just that Lu Xuan, being able to perceive the subtle status of the spirit plant at all times, knew the nuts hadn’t reached their peak maturation period.
Picking them either too early or too late might slightly affect the quality of the pine nuts, thereby affecting the awards brought by the white light clusters.
Thus, he could only harvest them at the most optimal moment.
Lu Xuan decided to leave the two pine nuts for now and come back to check on them the next morning.
That night, under the cover of darkness and the tranquil world, the spiritual field lay dormant under a thin spiritual aura shield. Only the Grass Puppet, dragging its slender gray grass legs, continued to patrol slowly between the furrows of the spiritual field.
A figure as intangible as clouds and mist floated to the front of the formation.
The figure paused, and out of the darkness emerged a cultivator dressed in night-walker clothes, with his face covered, silently looking at the thin spiritual aura protector.
“This should be the place.”
“I have no idea what Friend Zhou was thinking. A loose cultivator at the third level of Qi cultivation couldn’t even muster full confidence to come by himself and even spent spirit stones to hire me.”
“It seems that he spent too much time planting spiritual plants. Being with those flowers and plants every day probably wore down his sharp edge.”
“However, according to him, this no-organization spirit plant master is highly valued in the Bai Cao Tang. Many rare spiritual medicines are planted in his spiritual field. Once he’s eliminated, everything will be mine.”
As these thoughts ran through his mind, the figure drew a shining talisman from his storage bag.
“To avoid startling the other cultivators and attracting the patrol guards from the Enforcement Hall, I’m going to have to use this second-grade Breaking
Spirit Talisman.”
There were generally three ways for a cultivator to break a formation.
The first one was to have an array master with a deep understanding of formations break the formation from its roots.
The second was to use talismans or magic artifacts related to breaking formations to achieve a rapid breakdown of the formation.
In the end, it was solved by brute force. No matter how exquisite the formation, I would plow through it with sheer strength.
For him, who was at the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, breaking through the first-grade array with brute force wasn’t difficult. It would, however, cause a lot of commotion and was likely to stir up disturbance.
With no other choice, the masked cultivator reluctantly used a second-grade spirit-breaking talisman.
No matter the formation, each had its own way of circulating spiritual power. The higher the rank, the more complex and variable the spiritual power, with other peculiar characteristics simultaneously present.
The second-grade spirit-breaking talisman in his hand could quickly find the mode of spiritual power circulation in a first-grade or ungraded formation, hence revealing the weakness, thereby quickly resolving the formation and saving a significant amount of time.
The spiritual light on the spirit-breaking talisman became increasingly vigorous, finally merging into the thin spiritual aura shield. Soon, threads of spiritual power emerged on the round spiritual aura shield, flowing in a mysterious and complex pattern.
The eyes of the masked cultivator brightened as he swiftly found a flaw in the first-grade protective formation.
A few tens of breaths later, he easily broke through the formation and entered the Spirit Field.
In the hazy night, what entered his sight was a large patch of Spiritual Firefly Grass, with their slender leaves twinkling like stars.
“Two or three dozen mature Spiritual Firefly Grass, just the value of these alone is way beyond the price of the spirit-breaking talisman I just used.”
The masked cultivator darted about in the Spirit Field as light as a swallow. While charging towards the house not far away, he was also scanning the spirit plants in the Spirit Field nearby.
The other party was just a third layer Qi cultivation loose cultivator, so he didn’t take him seriously. His attention was more focused on the numerous spirit plants in the Spirit Field, considering them as his bagged catch.
“There are about twenty first-grade Blood Jade Ginseng, and their quality seems pretty good too. I can exchange them for quite a few spirit stones at Friend Zhou’s. After all, he promised that he only wants the Book Jade Slip on this loose cultivator.”
“These three should be the second-grade Clear and Wonderful Spirit Team he mentioned. Heh, judging by his previous complaints, it seems he couldn’t compete with this third-layer Qi cultivation small loose cultivator.”
“Eh, what is this?”
The masked cultivator slowed down, his attention drawn to a Spirit Grass right before his eyes.
The spirit grass was about two feet long, pitch-black in color, standing upright in the Spirit Soil, shaped like a sword. Around it strands of faint sword intent were swirling in the Spirit Soil.
Such an unusual Spirit Grass was a rarity, even for him who had never planted spirit plants before.
“And this vine, at first glance, I thought it was a dead snake.”
A snake-like vine, a sword-like Spirit Grass, plenty of Spiritual Firefly Grass, Blood Jade Ginseng, and three precious Clear and Wonderful Spirit Tea seedlings…
“This trip is totally worth it…”
The masked cultivator was pleased. The quantity and rank of the spirit plants in this loose cultivator’s Spirit Field had brought him unexpected joy. “Once that Little Loose Cultivator is taken care of, all these will be mine.”
He sped up by three-fold, a short jet-black blade appearing in front of him.
The blade shimmered slightly as though ready to shoot out at any moment, piercing through the wall and directly through the cultivator’s body.
Suddenly, several strands of thin grass ropes sprang out from the Spirit Field behind him, wrapping around his ankles and arms like a stubborn disease. The jet-black blade turned into a streak of black light, circling around the grass ropes, slicing them apart.
Under the cultivator’s direction, it traced back following the direction of the grass ropes, directly severing the limbs of the grass puppet made from Gray
Grass.
“So it’s just a straw puppet, though a bit more aggressive.”
Seeing that he had severed the limbs of the grass puppet, the masked cultivator relaxed..
