Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

Zhang Dajin nodded slightly and said: "Yes... Even if we plant, we don't need to plant 700 acres at once. This is too much."

"Uncle Dajin, have you ever heard of Beichen Cave Heaven?"

"Of course I've heard of this. The sect of Qingyun Sect is Beichen Dongtian."

"Why do you think Beichen Dongtian became the hero here?"

"There are Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in charge..."

"The cultivation resources required by a Nascent Soul cultivator are astronomical, and the cost of cultivating a Nascent Soul cultivator is comparable to a bottomless pit. What does Beichen Cave Heaven rely on?"

Zhang Dajin didn't understand either and just shook his head in confusion.

"There are more than three hundred acres of thousand-year-old bamboo in Beichen Cave!"

"Thousand-year-old bamboo? More than three hundred acres?" Zhang Dajin was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Thousand-year-old spiritual bamboo, that is the third-level spiritual bamboo!

Growth cycles are measured in millennia.

"Yes, if Beichen's ancestors had not had such foresight and sagacity more than a thousand years ago and planted more than 300 acres of thousand-year-old spiritual bamboos, I am afraid that Beichen Dongtian would not have the profound foundation of the Nascent Soul."

At this time, Zhang Dajin was shocked and speechless.

What shocked him was not that there were so many thousand-year-old bamboos in Beichen Cave.

It is the temple owner's majestic talent and strategy that takes Beichen Cave Heaven as the benchmark.

Compared to the temple owner, his vision is too shallow.

"Dajin is willing to follow the temple master!" Zhang Dajin showed resolute eyes.

"Uncle Dajin, these five kinds of spiritual fruit trees were carefully selected by me among thousands of spiritual fruit trees. Although they cannot be advanced, they can keep growing, spreading branches and leaves, and producing more and more spiritual fruits. After a thousand years, The value of these spiritual fruit trees has become our strongest foundation!”

The temple owner's words made Zhang Dajin suddenly enlightened.

"Temple Master, I, Zhang Dajin, will hit wherever you point from now on!" Zhang Dajin suddenly knelt down on his knees in excitement and crawled in front of Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang quickly helped Zhang Dajin up.

"Uncle Dajin, get up quickly." Henry Zhang quickly helped Zhang Dajin up.

Zhang Dajin stood up and said: "There is no problem in planting all 700 acres of spiritual fields into spiritual fruits, but where do we get so many spiritual fruit seedlings? That is 700 acres, and we need at least spiritual fruit seedlings!"

"What's so difficult about this?" Henry Zhang smiled slightly and took out dozens of storage bottles. "These storage bottles contain more than 10,000 spiritual fruit seedlings, which should be enough."

Henry Zhang has already kept the fruit cores from the past few years, planted them in the meditation space, and grown into spiritual seedlings.

"Ah——" Zhang Dajin was shocked on the spot and then overjoyed, "Ten thousand spiritual fruit seedlings, great, great!"

"Uncle Dajin, hurry up and plant these spiritual fruit seedlings."

"Yes, yes..." Zhang Dajin said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Dajingang goes out.

Zhang Sanqian came in with an anxious look on his face.

"Temple Master, it's not good, it's not good..."

"Uncle Sanqian, what happened? You look so panicked?"

"A riot broke out in Lingchao Hufang City."

Henry Zhang was also surprised: "How could this happen? The monks of the King's Fort rebelled?"

"Not the monk from Dawangbao."

"Then why are there riots?"

"They are some casual cultivators and some landless spiritual farmers. There are thousands of them. They went to Fangshi and smashed and looted. The entire Lingchao Hufang City is now in a mess."

"So many people?" Henry Zhang was surprised again, "How could this happen?"

"It's not these locusts that are causing trouble," Zhang Sanqian sighed. "Many casual cultivators are from the Demon Hunting Alliance. Before the locusts besieged the Fairy Cat Valley, they could still rely on hunting monsters in the Black Forest outside the Fairy Cat Valley. To make a living, locusts are raging around them and they cannot leave the valley. These monks have no way to survive! As for the spiritual farmers who lost their land, they sold their spiritual fields to Dawangbao and settled in the inner ring with a large amount of resources. However, after a year, the resources It’s all spent too…”

"When our Temple Street was first demolished and moved to Neiji, it was like this. However, it was fashionable at that time to join the Monster Hunting Alliance and the Pearl Traitors, and take risks to earn a living. Now these landless peasants can't even find a job to obtain a household registration. Poor, deplorable!”

"yes……"

"How's our store?"

"Some shops selling high-level spiritual materials have deployed first-level high-grade defensive formations, so there is not much loss. However, some shops selling low-level spiritual materials have not deployed defensive formations, and they have all been robbed." Zhang San Qian sighed.

"Why don't the tribe let these people hunt the locusts outside the valley?"

"I've tried it a long time ago, but it doesn't work!"

"Why not?" Henry Zhang asked doubtfully.

"On the one hand, when you go out to hunt locusts, you can easily be parasitized by locust eggs. Once these parasitized monks enter the valley, they will be extremely harmful to the Fairy Cat Valley."

"On the other hand, these locusts have shriveled bodies, and there is no energy, blood and spiritual power in their flesh and blood to help the monks practice, so naturally they cannot be sold at a high price."

"How could it be..." Henry Zhang wanted to say that he had absorbed and refined the flesh and blood of these locusts. The power of blood and qi in them was much more than that of ordinary monsters.

However, he immediately thought that every time he refined these locusts, he always used the Heavenly Demon Calming Spirit Skill, a heaven-level skill.

If you eat it directly, you really can't draw out the energy and blood inside.

Even the third-level spiritual clam said that these locusts have dry flesh and blood, which is far worse than the golden-armored beasts.

"No wonder, no wonder..." Henry Zhang sighed.

"Now these rioting monks have basically taken over Lingchao Hufang City. There are too many monks participating in the riot, and we can't kill them all."

"The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?"

"Some clan elders headed by the clan leader feel that a large part of these monks are members of the Zhang clan, so they should try to use a gentle policy to allow these monks to voluntarily withdraw from Lingchao Hufang City. Some clan elders headed by the three clan elders feel that All the monks who participated in the riots should be executed to serve as a warning to others."

"Now it depends on the opinions of the elders of the ten clans."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the cave.

Henry Zhang quickly walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave mansion stood seven elders from Zhangjiaji.

Henry Zhang quickly said: "Dear clan elders, I have been in retreat some time ago. I just heard that something happened in Lingchao Hufang City. I didn't expect that several clan elders would come to me in person."

"It's okay," Zhang Yuhuai waved his hand and said, "The elders of the ten clans have generally understood the situation. Regarding this riot, three of the clan elders support persuading them to surrender, and three support their total massacre. Now I want to ask the elders of the ten clans what they mean."

At this time, the eyes of the seven clan elders all looked at Henry Zhang.

The elders of the ten tribes are now very important in the Immortal Cat Valley.

Almost comparable to the patriarch Zhang Yuhuai.

After all, the superb swordsmanship, the 20 holy corpses, and the seven second-level puppet monsters are not just decorations.

"Do I keep my word?" Henry Zhang asked.

Zhang Yuhuai nodded slightly: "Thousands of lives are all tied to the mouth of one old man from the ten tribes."

"I mean to persuade Huairou to surrender." Henry Zhang said without hesitation.

"Ten clan elders!" Zhang Yujue, the elder of the three clans, rushed out, "Do you know that each of these lawless madmen has blood on their bodies? They also killed a lot of monks in your Temple Street, not to mention taking away such There are so many spiritual materials and treasures, but now they, a bunch of ignorant guys, still occupy Lingchao Hufang City, and you actually say that you are gentle and persuade them to surrender? Let me ask you, how can you repay kindness with kindness? "