Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Zhang Xuan opened the Heavenly Fire Art, which he had read countless times.

"Yang fire and Yin use, circulate up and down, create something out of nothing, return from something to nothing, rise and fall, advance and retreat, and when Yin is exhausted and Yang is pure, it turns into the Yang of Qi, which is when the yellow bud emerges from the ground..."

With the help of the Lingxi Horn, the extremely mysterious Heavenly Fire Art became very clear in his eyes.

He sucked the two Fire Rat Spirit Eyes directly into his eyes.

For a while, his eyes were filled with strange itching and burning.

Balls of flames burned in his eyes.

He operated the Heavenly Fire Art.

The manic flames in his eyes entered the fire attribute spiritual root.

However, he had five elements of mixed spiritual roots.

The fire attribute spiritual root was as thin as spider silk.

The manic flames advanced very slowly in the fire attribute spiritual root.

This made him suffer many times more pain than ordinary cultivators.

He endured the pain of the raging fire burning his body, and looked inward to see the pure Yang fire merge into the fire attribute Qi sea drop by drop.

With each drop, the fire attribute sea of ​​qi became more stable.

The two fire rat spirit eyes were consumed.

He picked up the fire fish scales and stimulated the fire attribute spiritual power.

The fire fish scales seemed alive and wrapped his whole body.

The scales instantly covered his whole body, making him like a fire fish.

The fire attribute spiritual power in the fire fish scales was injected into his fire attribute spiritual roots, like a bite from thousands of ants, making him feel like dying.

Fortunately, he was already at the second level of physical cultivation, with the formation of Xuanmai, and the strength of his physical body was not comparable to that of ordinary cultivators.

Cultivation requires slow work.

He gritted his teeth and endured it bit by bit.

The pure yang fire dripped into the sea of ​​qi bit by bit.

He kept consuming the two fire fish scales.

The originally pure color of the sea of ​​qi was now almost red.

"It's still lacking in fire."

Zhang Xuan directly poured two portions of Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid into the wooden barrel.

He sat in it naked.

The Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid soaked into every inch of his skin.

It passed through every capillary of his body.

The fire attribute spiritual root was slowly tempered and cleansed.

The deep red pure Yang fire dripped into the sea of ​​qi.

"You get what you pay for. The effect of this Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid is much better than the other two spiritual objects."

He endured the torment and absorbed the fire attribute energy in the Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid bit by bit.

As the pure Yang fire increased, the color of his sea of ​​qi turned crimson, like the setting sun.

Finally, both portions of Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid were consumed.

He entered the second level of Qi Refining.

At this time, his sea of ​​qi was stable, and he could use the fire attribute spiritual power to drive the magic weapon.

The power of the magic weapon was more than doubled in his hands.

"God will not let down those who work hard. I didn't expect that my five elements mixed spiritual roots would also have the day to enter the second level of Qi Refining." Zhang Xuan was deeply moved.

At this time, nearly a month had passed.

He opened the door and found Zhang Sanqian standing outside.

Zhang Sandou said happily: "Brother Xuan, you finally came out. I remember your instructions. Even my father asked him to wait outside."

Zhang Sanqian's eyes were sharp: "Temple Master, have you entered the second level of Qi Refining?"

Zhang Xuan nodded and said: "Yes."

"Congratulations to the temple master. The temple master is the first person in Temple Street to enter the second level of Qi Refining at the age of 18."

At this time, Zhang Xuan suddenly realized that Zhang Sanqian had just called him "Temple Master".

It is obvious that Zhang Sanqian meant the honorific title of the master of Temple Street.

"Temple Master, Temple Master..." Zhang Xuan kept thinking about the new title given by Zhang Sanqian.

At first, he thought he was the abbot of the temple.

He didn't like it very much.

However, looking at Zhang Sanqian's smug look, he seemed to be quite satisfied with the title he gave him.

Zhang Xuan simply let him go.

"The temple master is the temple master. Change to a better name in the future." Zhang Xuan said in his heart.

"How is the spiritual field leasing going?" Zhang Xuan asked.

"It's all done. We're just waiting for the temple owner to sign the lease contract."

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Zhang Sanqian took Zhang Xuan to see the 25 mu of spiritual fields to be leased.

The 25 mu of spiritual fields are not far from Jiuhufang.

Zhang Xuan looked at the spiritual fields that were connected together. The spiritual energy was abundant, and it seemed to be better than the ordinary first-level medium-grade spiritual fields.

"Is the annual rent of this 25 mu of spiritual fields really 5,000 spiritual stones?" Zhang Xuan was a little unbelievable.

"Temple owner, I have looked at hundreds of spiritual fields for lease in the past month, and I have worn out two pairs of shoes before I found this blessed land of spiritual fields. When the housekeeper heard that you wanted to lease spiritual fields, he immediately agreed."

"Well, it's really good." Zhang Xuan nodded and praised.

"Temple owner, the leased housekeeper is nearby, do you want him to come over?"

"Okay."

After a while, Zhang Sanqian brought an old man with a goat beard over.

"This is our temple owner." Zhang Sanqian introduced the old man with a goat beard.

"As expected, heroes emerge young. I am Zhang Zifang, the old steward of the Nine Clan Elders."

When Zhang Sanqian and Zhang Xuan heard that the other party was the steward of the Nine Clan Elders, they were both shocked.

When they met before, Zhang Sanqian only knew that the other party was the steward of a large spiritual farm.

Never expected that the land they wanted to rent was actually owned by Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Nine Clan.

Zhang Zifang laughed and said, "I have also heard about the deeds of the temple owner. A total of only 34 people came out of the secret realm of the Fairy Cat Cave, and the temple owner was not only unscathed, but also had a good harvest. We, Qiangzhi, also want to make a good relationship and rent these 25 acres of spiritual land to the temple owner."

"Do not call me the temple owner, steward Zhang. I am already very terrified at this time. Just call me Xiao Xuanzi." Zhang Xuan said respectfully.

He grew up alone in Temple Street, so he naturally knew the principle of keeping a low profile.

Zhang Zifang twisted his beard and laughed, "The temple owner is too modest. I wonder if he is satisfied with the 25 mu of spiritual fields?"

"Satisfied, of course." Zhang Xuan said hurriedly.

"If you are satisfied, let's sign the land deed for leasing the spiritual fields."

"Okay, okay..."

The land lease contract was signed smoothly.

The most important thing is to get in touch with the nine clan elders of Zhang Xingshan, which will make it easier for Temple Street to do things in the future.

When the old housekeeper left, Zhang Xuan took Zhang Sanqian and sent him a long way.

Then, Zhang Xuan came to Zhang Dawu's house.

Several important people in Temple Street happened to be there.

"Grandpa, how is the dung stone being tempered now?" Zhang Xuan asked.

Everyone was happy to see Zhang Xuan appear.

The old grandfather said with a big smile on his face: "This batch of feces has been tempered by spiritual fire, and the feces yield rate is extremely high. Each two or three kilograms of feces, after adding spiritual soil and spiritual ash for fermentation, can produce more than ten kilograms of second-level spiritual feces."

Zhang Xuan was also surprised to hear that a piece of feces produced more than ten kilograms of second-level spiritual feces.

"Is it the spiritual feces of a second-level monster?"

"Of course, and these spiritual feces have been in the secret realm of the Fairy Cat Cave for countless years, and they actually contain a trace of vitality. They are much more precious than ordinary second-level monster feces."

Zhang Dajin also said with joy: "Yes, what Grandpa said is right. We set aside a spiritual field to plant spiritual medicines, sprinkled with the spiritual feces tempered by Grandpa, and all these spiritual seedlings are alive, and they grow twice as fast as ordinary spiritual medicines."

"In other words, this batch of spiritual seedlings will mature in just half a year?"

Zhang Dajin nodded and said: "Nearly."

"Great."

Zhang Xuan was also very happy at this time.

Once all 100 spiritual herbs are mature, the current predicament of Temple Street can be completely solved.

In Jiuhufang, an ordinary first-grade low-grade spiritual herb costs about 10 spiritual stones.

Of course, spiritual herbs are the lowest-grade spiritual herbs.

Most of the spiritual seedlings he obtained from the secret realm of Xianmao Cave are spiritual herbs that are rarely seen in the outside world. The most expensive one can be sold for 100 spiritual stones.

The income from this one-tenth of spiritual herb field alone is around 5,000 spiritual stones.

"The remaining four acres and nine tenths of spiritual fields are also planted with first-grade medium-grade spiritual grains, and now all the seedlings have sprouted."

"Uncle Jin, good job!"

"Temple Master, let's go and see our own spiritual fields and spiritual herb gardens in Temple Street." Zhang Sanqian took the opportunity to say.

"Okay, okay..."