I use myths to create immortality

Chapter 110: 109: Taking Stock of the Harvest, Yinfeng Cave in Baiman Mountain
When Ji Yuan was refining the Immortal Apricot in the Nanli Realm.

In Zhaoyue Ridge in Nanshan District of the Honghuang Realm, the Xuanpin Pearl was also being counted in the cave in Baiman Mountain.

In the pitch-black and spacious cave, Xuanpin Pearl sat on a treasure bed about ten feet wide.

There are four treasure bags in front of him.

"See what that girl took out from Kunwu." Xuanpinzhu was a little impatient.

At that time, he had no intention of fighting with those masters of the Tongxuan Zhenchuan in the sect.

So, holding the treasure bag, he quickly returned to his old nest, Baiman Mountain in the southern mountain of Zhaoyue.

As a result, those Kunwu masters didn't even catch a glimpse of the shadow of the Xuanpin Pearl.

"Wow!" A large number of objects were scattered from the first treasure bag, and suddenly the entire dark cave became bright and hazy.

Among them there are thirty jars, ten bronze tripods, and six large gourds as thick as a person's waist.

"White spiritual sand... can be used to refine water methods, low-grade..." Xuanpinzhu opened the jars one by one, and the crystal sand inside, like salt, gleamed faintly, with a hint of spirituality.

This inferior grade refers to the Xuanpin Pearl.

In fact, Bailing Sand comes from the sea; each grain is formed by sea spirit gems after billions of years of erosion.

This sand can not only be used to refine magical instruments.

It can also be used to practice magic; especially for those who practice water magic, getting one or two ounces of it can double the result with half the effort.

Bailingsha is usually calculated by grain, penny or pound.

But there were thirty jars in total; each jar weighed about ten pounds, and all together, it weighed no less than one hundred pounds.

"It is worthy of Kunwu's accumulation of thousands of years. Although a lot of it was resold by the elders, the remaining leftovers are enough to make someone rich overnight." Xuanpinzhu couldn't help but sigh.

The jar was carved from jade; two feet high and as wide as a washbasin, with a talisman marked on it: "Spiritual sand, thirty pounds."

This means that each piece of jade sculpture has a capacity of thirty kilograms.

According to this calculation, thirty jars would weigh nine hundred kilograms.

However, when Ji Yuan opened them one by one, he found that none of the jars were full. The largest ones held about 17 or 18 kilograms, while the smallest ones only had about 2 or 3 kilograms left.

Thirty jars, weighing only one hundred kilograms in total.

More than 80% is missing; these elders are really evil.

The material of this jar is extraordinary, and it is engraved with forbidden symbols; a jar is only made after it is full.

The spiritual sand inside couldn't be eaten by mice, or grow legs and run away, right?
"Although it is of little use to me, I can wait for those evil demons to come back and give them some rewards."

Xuanpinzhu was fine. After snatching Yin Yaoer's possession, she immediately ran back quietly.

There was not even time to notify the Sixty-Six Caves.

They have probably just reached Qianniu Ridge, and may be being hunted or besieged by the Xuanwei Sect.

Thousands of experts in evil ways and sorcery.

I don’t know how many will come back.

If anyone can come back, Ji Yuan will reward them handsomely.

Then he opened the ten bronze tripods.

All of a sudden, rich earth energy and soil essence burst out in the room.

Just a little bit of that scent; the dry grass roots on the stone walls of the cave actually rejuvenated, and green leaves could be seen growing on them with the naked eye.

"Purple Mansion Divine Mud?" Xuanpinzhu was shocked.

"How did Yin Yaoer get this thing out!!"

This purple palace divine mud, also known as star soil, is the essence of the stars among the Milky Way in the sky.

There are none on the ground; the Xuanwei Sect specially exchanges them for the Milky Way immortals in the sky above the Ninth Heaven every time.

The reason for wanting this thing is nothing else but to cultivate spiritual roots.

“This…” Xuanpinzhu was a little troubled.

There are ten jars in total; this is a considerable number, probably enough to nourish the innate spiritual roots for thousands of years.

In terms of value, this is a priceless treasure; it is extremely rare, only the size of a fist, and even exchanging it for millions of merits is a low price.

Without this, the spiritual roots will not grow well and may not produce fruit.

Probably because the spiritual roots are delicate; they are produced at the beginning of the universe; they absorb essence from the soil, and their ability to comb the earth's veins and energy is billions of times that of ordinary plants.

Acquired mortal soil is simply not enough for the spiritual roots to digest. This star soil cannot be considered innate; but it is the best among the acquired ones.

It is the essence of a star; it often takes tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years to produce some, and it is not easy to obtain.

If this thing is lost, it is foreseeable that the church will search for it desperately.

"It's just useless!" Ji Yuan couldn't help but curse.

The key point is that this thing is useless to him; it would be a waste to use it to carry flowers.

Most spiritual medicines cannot withstand this star soil and will be killed by the evil star energy.

"Forget it; I can't give it back." Ji Yuan's face was gloomy, and he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

If he could, he really wanted to return these ten liters of divine mud to Kunwu Mountain as soon as possible.

Not to mention holding this thing; will Kunwu Mountain concentrate its fire on him and hold on to him?

He said that his original body had just enjoyed the wonders of the fairy apricot in Nanli.

You can't just eat with your bowl short and then smash the pot when you put it down.

But I definitely can’t pay it back.

Yin Yaoer has to take the blame for this.

"Is Yao'er's head filled with paste? Why did you bring this thing out? It would be better if you could bring some spells or a box of elixirs."

When Ji Yuan opened the gourd and took a look, he almost fell over. He couldn't help but curse.

The six gourds are filled with real water from the underworld.

This thing is very useful for practicing evil magic; it can be used to instantly transform evil ghosts into guardian ghosts, saving countless hard work.

In terms of value, it is also very valuable.

It is a precious treasure from the underworld and hard to find in this world.

Xuanwei Sect used this Yellow Spring Real Water to water the spiritual roots in the hope of eliminating the evil spirits in the spiritual roots.

Innate spiritual roots are not ordinary plants; they are born with wisdom; they are no different from humans; their status is even comparable to that of innate gods and demons.

The spiritual root has its own path; He is so proud that He is unwilling to be bound, like an ornamental bird in a cage or a chicken that lays eggs.

So he became listless day by day and hated Kunwu Mountain more and more. If life and death were not in his own hands, he would have exploded and died rather than be a bird in a cage.

Therefore, Xuanwei Sect uses the precious Yellow Spring Water, the underworld's most precious treasure, to irrigate the spiritual roots; this is equivalent to forcibly giving tonic medicine to people with kidney deficiency and depression, so that they can cheer up and quickly produce fairy apricots for Xuanwei disciples.

But Ji Yuan can't use this real water.

"Alas... But this real water can also repair the remaining soul's thoughts, so it is somewhat useful." Xuanpinzhu could only comfort himself in this way.

"As for the star soil, if it really doesn't work, I heard that there is a waterway that goes upstream from the Black Water Lake to the Dragon Palace in the sea. It would be fine to exchange it with the old Dragon King for some useful sea essence."

Fortunately, there are still three bulging treasure bags left that have not been opened.

Ji Yuan regained his hope and opened the second treasure bag, and a lot of things fell out.

It piled up into a small hill, and the precious light illuminated the entire Baiman Mountain as if it were covered with golden light.

"Thousand-year-old pheasant feathers, five-colored golden sparrow feathers, the skin of the iron-eating beast, the tusks of the demon elephant, these are all okay." Xuanpinzhu finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

These are all spiritual materials; they should have been obtained by the sect’s disciples when they completed the mission of slaying monsters.

The scaly and hairy horns are the essence of thousands or even tens of thousands of years of cultivation by those monsters and strange beasts, and are also their weapons to protect themselves and ward off enemies.

Some animal horns even have the imprint of innate magic spells on them.

These scaly animal horns are still very useful; they are the main material for refining magical instruments; some of the rare ones can also be used to comprehend magic spells, and there is no problem selling them anywhere.

"Eh? Isn't this the golden rhino horn that I hunted back then?" Xuanpinzhu opened the jade box, and a two-foot-long section of the horn surrounded by golden runes lay in the box.

"Good fellow; it turned around and came back to me."

This horn belonged to the first monster Ji Yuan killed, the one-horned golden rhinoceros.

I remember that I later sold it to Teng Haifeng Yuqi Xiaotonger for 50,000 merits.

After closing the jade box and looking at the seal on it, Xuanpinzhu's face darkened. On the jade box, it was written: "Tenghai presents a golden rhinoceros horn in exchange for 111,000 merits."

I've been tricked by that little devil Yuqi again.

Ji Yuan sorted out all the spiritual materials one by one; there were more than 400 jade boxes, wooden boxes, and brocade bags, containing more than 400 pieces of spiritual materials such as animal horns, scales and hairs.

The value and merits are immeasurable.

Just as he was about to open the third treasure bag with great anticipation, he heard a faint sound of shouting and exclamations from outside.

Ji Yuan had no choice but to put down the treasure bag and walk out of the cave.

Zhaoyue Ridge is extremely large; in a broad sense, it covers the entire south of Kunwu, west of the East China Sea, and endless wilderness in the south, with a length and width of no less than hundreds of thousands of miles.

The Hongchi Tianyuan is the boundary; the area tens of thousands of miles north of the Tianyuan is called the North Mountain, and the area south of it is called the South Mountain.

Only parts of the northern part of the country were controlled by humans and Qi cultivators, and Ji Yuan once obtained the Wood Mother treasure at the Collapse Ridge in the northern mountains.

Once you pass Hongchi Tianyuan, you are basically at the edge of Xuanwei Dao's sphere of influence.

Therefore, many demons, ghosts, and unorthodox sects that are at odds with Xuanwei Sect or other major sects choose this place as their gathering place.

The South Mountain is more extensive than the North Mountain; in a broad sense it has no boundaries either vertically or horizontally, probably because it reaches straight into the endless wilderness.

In a narrow sense, Nanshan has eight lakes and seven ponds, covering a total area of ​​140,000 miles.

Only these 140,000 miles are relatively safe and suitable for cultivation.

Because if you go further south, you will reach the demon tribe’s territory; that place is extremely dangerous for humans.

Even if some of them are unorthodox, they are ultimately achieved through the cultivation of human bodies; they are incompatible with some ferocious beasts and demons.

To the south, it spans the Hongchi Abyss forty-six thousand miles. There is a mountain that is only eight hundred miles wide and one thousand two hundred miles long.

The overall shape is oval and narrow; the top of the mountain is towering; it looks like an old turtle; it also looks like a snake and a turtle entwined; the mountain is shrouded in mist and has a strong spiritual energy; it corresponds to the source of the water veins; every time the Jiazi period meets, this mountain will shine with wonderful light when exposed to the sun.

In addition, Heishui Lake is located among the eight lakes and seven lakes of Nanshan Mountain; it is surrounded by mysterious black water, like an isolated island in the sea.

Therefore, it is also called Jin'ao Island. Also known as Golden Turtle Island.

It turns out that Jin'ao Island is the most important place in the entire Black Water Lake, so there are many demons and evildoers entrenched in it. Because it has been famous for a long time and has many disciples, there are sixty-six caves.

He is also known as the Immortal of Sixty-Six Caves in Nanshan.

In fact, over the past thousands of years, the masters of the sixty-six caves would go out of the Black Water and trace the East China Sea to meet the Dragon King, or go into the wilderness to pay homage to the demon fairy and the great sage.

Sometimes he would go to a small country in the south of Shan and plunder one or two young children to chew them up and eat them as a snack. Sometimes he would go to the king's treasury to collect some weapons and teach his disciples to practice military exercises.

Although they occasionally offended the Xuanwei Sect and were sent by Kunwu Mountain to hunt down their disciples, or the cave masters were often afraid that they could not pay the offerings to the Dragon Palace and the Demon King, and they trembled in fear.

But life is still manageable.

It was not until the Green Robe Patriarch, who was the incarnation of the Xuanpin Pearl, searched the mountains for exotic beasts to feed the [Centipede Bee Bag] that he accidentally noticed this precious land.

There will never be a peaceful day in the Sixty-Six Caves of Jin'ao Island.

Xuanpinzhu relied on his high realm and great magical powers to gather all these evil demons together.

No matter it is an old demon who has been practicing for a thousand years, an old turtle that has lived in the Black Water for ten thousand years, or a Taoist priest with profound Taoism or a heretic who shows off evil magic.

All of them were 'forced' to be accepted as disciples by Xuanpinzhu, and they established the 'Central South Demon Sect, with the honorific title of Green Robe Patriarch'.

You have no choice but to become my disciple. Otherwise, you will be dragged to feed the centipede wasps.

He also ignored the opposition and advice from the sixty-six caves in Nanshan and stopped offering sacrifices to the Dragon Palace and the demon clan.

In order to raise centipedes and poisonous insects and study the way to kill poisonous insects, the good Jin'ao Island was turned into a mess and changed into "Bai Man Mountain".

It sounds like a long story; but in fact it only took a little over a month.

In a month, the Xuanpin Pearl transformed into the Green Robe Patriarch and completely subdued all the scattered people and monsters below the chaotic Sixty-Six Caves. The total number of his disciples, followers, and offspring reached thousands.

Among them, those with greater magical powers last for three to four hundred years.

Those with shallow magical powers have only practiced for two or three years.

At this time, the sparkling Black Water Lake is in the Baiman Mountain.

A group of evil demons fell from the sky as if they had lost their parents, and gathered sparsely at the foot of Baiman Mountain.

"Ancestor... Woo woo waaa..." Zuo Dao, who was ferocious and ugly, with tattered clothes and only half an arm left, cried the most miserably.

"Woo woo... Ancestor, you have to make the decision for us..."

"Avenge me..."

"Master, I almost couldn't come back..."

For a moment, the howling of more than a dozen people echoed throughout Baiman Mountain.

Until I saw the Yinfeng Cave.

An old man with white hair, wearing a green jacket with gold flowers, less than three feet tall, with a big head and a small body, and hands like chicken claws, walked out.

The crying and shouting suddenly stopped.

No one even dared to move.

There is no other reason; the reputation of this green-robed master can stop children from crying at night.

"Xing Xiuzi, where are your fellow apprentices?" Xuan Pinzhu thought for a moment.

Then I remembered who was the guy kneeling on the ground with a ferocious face, with only half of his left arm left, and who called me "Master" the loudest.

His eldest disciple, Xingxiuzi.

At the foot of the mountain.

Being stared at by the master's 'kind' gaze, Xingxiuzi's forehead was covered with sweat, and he quickly said with a sad face: "Master, my fellow apprentice brothers and sisters are all dead."

"They were loyal to their master and died at the hands of the Kunwu Mountain cultivators. Now there are only a dozen of us left!!" At the end of his words, Xingxiuzi could only wail in sorrow.
Crying very sadly.

If you don’t know, you would think his parents are dead.

But Xuanpinzhu remembered that when he first came here last month, Xingxiuzi and other independent people were still treating each other like enemies, ready to fight to the death.

"It's good that they died; the remaining ones are all elites." Xuanpinzhu was not surprised but happy.

He looked at the remaining thirteen misshapen things with great interest.

Some are curious about how these idiots managed to escape from the tight net set up by the Xuanwei Sect's many experts.

To Xuanpinzhu, these minions are of no value at all; he can just kill one and find another.

Xuanpinzhu remained silent.

Xing Xiuzi was extremely nervous, fearing that his master would change his attitude and tear him into two pieces the next moment.

The people below didn't even dare to breathe.

As everyone knows, the Green Robe Patriarch has always dealt with evil practices and demons with heavy blows.

In the past, there were not just thousands of cultivators in Nanshan Black Water Lake, but nearly ten thousand demon minions, cultivators, independent people, and evildoers.

This old man has only been here for a month to establish the sect.

Among the tens of thousands of evil demons, more than nine thousand were fed to the insects.

As for these more than nine thousand skeletons, it is understandable that they had offended the ancestor and were seeking death.

After all, in the magic world, strength is respected, which is normal.

But who knew that the ancestor had hit the wrong nerve.

It seemed that they were just going to the small country of Nanshan as per routine, to capture some mortals, plunder some treasures, queens, etc., and present them to the new ancestor.

The ancestor simply smashed him into a pulp with one palm and fed him to the poisonous golden silkworm Gu [centipede bee].

Everyone speculated that the ancestor might not be interested in women.

But a few days ago, a great meeting was held in Yinfeng Cave, and all the demons gathered together with overwhelming momentum.

After drinking two glasses of wine, the old ancestor started clamoring to attack Kunwu.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to refute.

But due to the power of the ancestor, they could only muster up their courage and pretend to be heroic, saying, "The ancestor is so powerful. I heard that Gu Lingmiao from Kunwu Mountain is the most beautiful among all the beauties. After you capture her, can you let us enjoy her?"

"Snap" the demon was torn into two pieces by the ancestor's hands.

Clearly just a moment ago, the old monster in green robe was smiling when he saw that everyone was in high spirits.

The next moment he suddenly went crazy.

Anyway, the old monster in green robe wants to kill people, and you will be sentenced to death if you enter the hole with your left foot first today.

It was thought that the Green Robe Patriarch had founded a sect and gathered all the demons; everyone was also ambitious; they hoped to follow the ancestor to conquer the world, hug women every day, and live a wonderful life that no one would envy.

As a result, in just over a month, they have not yet started fighting with the orthodox sect.

Ninety percent of his tens of thousands of disciples were killed by the old master himself.

My God; even when we followed the demon king to fight against Xuanwei Sect in Beppu hundreds of years ago, the battle between good and evil lasted for more than ten years, but not so many good fighters died...

He also said something like, "The rest are considered elites and can receive my true teachings. If you make achievements on this trip, I will pass on the Dafa to you all."

No one dared to believe it at all.

This old weirdo doesn't even treat his own people as his own.

(End of this chapter)