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

Henry Zhang opened the Heavenly Fire Jue that he had read countless times.

"Yang fire is used by yin, flowing up and down, creating something out of nothing, returning from existence to nothing, rising and falling, advancing and retreating, and the yin is exhausted and the yang is pure, turning into a qi of yang. This is when the yellow buds are unearthed..."

With the help of Lingxi Horn's enlightenment, the extremely mysterious Heavenly Fire Technique became very clear in his eyes.

He sucked two copies of the Fire Rat Spirit Eye directly into his eyes.

For a moment, my eyes felt very itchy and burning.

Balls of fire burned in his eyes.

He uses the Heavenly Fire Technique.

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

However, he has five elements mixed spiritual roots.

The fire attribute spiritual roots are as thin as spider silk.

The manic flames advance very slowly in the fire attribute spiritual roots.

This caused him to endure many times more pain than ordinary cultivators.

He endured the pain of the burning fire and watched the pure Yang fire merge into the fire attribute air drop by drop.

With every drop incorporated, the fire attribute Qi sea becomes more stable.

The two Fire Rat Spirit Eyes have been consumed.

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

The fire fish scales wrapped around his whole body as if they were alive.

Scales instantly covered his body, making him look like a fire fish.

The fire-attribute spiritual power in the fire fish scales was injected into his fire-attribute spiritual roots, like the bites of thousands of ants, making him miserable.

Fortunately, he was already at the second level of physical cultivation and had generated profound veins. His physical strength was not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

Cultivation requires hard work.

He gritted his teeth and took it bit by bit.

The pure Yang Fire drips into the Qi Sea bit by bit.

All these two fire fish scales were consumed.

The originally pure color of the air sea was now dyed almost red.

"It still lacks heat."

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

He sat down naked.

The black-yellow fire bath soaked into every inch of his skin.

Through every capillary in his body, it enters the body.

The fire attribute spiritual roots are slowly tempered and washed.

The deep red pure Yang Fire dripped into the Qi Sea drop by drop.

"Sure enough, 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 torture 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 Qi Sea became crimson, like the setting sun.

Finally, both copies of the Xuanhuang Fire Bath Liquid were consumed.

He entered the second level of Qi Refining.

At this time, his Qi sea is stable and he can use fire-attribute spiritual power to drive magic weapons.

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

"The emperor has paid off. I didn't expect that my five-element miscellaneous spiritual roots would one day enter the second level of Qi refining." Henry Zhang felt deeply.

At this point, nearly a month has passed.

He opened the door and found Zhang Sanqian already 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 has sharp eyes: "Temple Master, have you entered the second level of Qi Refining?"

Henry Zhang nodded and said: "Yes."

"Congratulations to the temple owner. He entered the first level of Qi Refining at the age of 18 in Temple Street. The temple owner can be said to be the first person."

At this time, Zhang Xuan suddenly realized that Zhang Sanqian had just called him "the temple master".

Obviously Zhang Sanqian means the honorific title of the Lord of Temple Street.

"Temple Master, Temple Master..." Henry Zhang kept thinking about this new title given by Zhang Sanqian.

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

He doesn't like it very much.

However, looking at the proud look on Zhang Sanqian's face, it seemed that he was quite content with the title he gave him.

Henry Zhang simply let him go.

"Let the temple owner be the temple owner, and change the title to something nicer in the future." Henry Zhang thought to himself.

"How's the Ling Tian lease going?" Henry Zhang asked.

"Everything has been done. We're just waiting for the temple owner to sign the lease contract."

"Okay, let's have a look."

Zhang Sanqian took Henry Zhang to see the 25 acres of spiritual land to be rented.

This 25-acre spiritual field is not far from Jiuhufang.

Henry Zhang looked at the connected spiritual fields. The spiritual energy was abundant, and it seemed to be more than the ordinary first-level mid-grade spiritual fields.

"The annual rent of these 25 acres of spiritual land is really 5000 spiritual stones?" Henry Zhang was a little unbelievable.

"Temple Master, in the past month, I have looked at hundreds of rental spiritual fields. I have worn out two pairs of shoes before I found this blessed spiritual field. When the housekeeper heard that it was the temple owner who wanted to rent a spiritual field, he immediately I agreed.”

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

"Temple owner, the rented housekeeper is nearby. Do you want him to come over?"

"it is good."

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

"This is the master of our temple." Zhang Sanqian introduced to the old man with the goatee.

"Sure enough, a hero is born in a boy. I am Zhang Zifang, the old housekeeper of the nine clans."

Zhang Sanqian and Zhang Xuan were both shocked when they heard that the other party was the old housekeeper of the Nine Clans.

During the previous contact, Zhang Sanqian only knew that the other party was a housekeeper of a large Lingtian family.

They never expected that the land they wanted to rent actually belonged to Zhang Xingshan, an old man from the Nine Tribes.

Zhang Zifang chuckled and said: "I have also heard about the deeds of the temple owner. Only 34 people came out of the secret realm of Xianmao Cave. However, the temple owner not only escaped unscathed, but also gained a lot. We Qiangzhi also want to be a good friend. Yuan, rent these 25 acres of spiritual land to the temple owner."

"Butler Zhang, don't call me the master of the temple. I'm really scared right now. Just call me Xiao Xuanzi." Henry Zhang said respectfully.

He grew up alone in Temple Street since he was a child, so he naturally knows how to behave with his tail between his legs.

Zhang Zifang twirled his beard and chuckled: "The temple owner is so humble. I wonder if the temple owner is still satisfied with the 25 acres of spiritual land?"

"Satisfied, of course satisfied." Henry Zhang said hurriedly.

"If we are satisfied, let's sign the lease for the spiritual field."

"Good good..."

The land lease contract was signed very smoothly.

The most important thing is to catch up with Zhang Xingshan, an elder of the nine ethnic groups, and it will be more convenient to do things in Temple Street in the future.

When the old housekeeper left, Henry Zhang took Zhang Sanqian and sent him far away.

Then, Henry Zhang came to Zhang Dawu’s house again.

Several important people from Temple Street happened to be there.

"Grandpa, how is the tempering of the feces stone now?" Henry Zhang asked.

Seeing Henry Zhang appear, everyone was overjoyed.

The old man said with a deep smile on his face: "This batch of feces stones has been tempered by spiritual fire, and the feces yield rate is extremely high. Each two or three kilograms of feces stones can be refined by adding spiritual soil and spiritual ash. More than ten kilograms of second-order spiritual dung was produced.”

Henry Zhang was also surprised when he heard that a piece of feces stone produced more than ten kilograms of second-order spiritual feces.

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

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

Zhang Dajin also said with joy on his face: "Yes, grandpa is right. We set aside a special spiritual field to plant elixirs and sprinkled them with grandpa's tempered spiritual dung. All these spiritual seedlings came alive, and It grows twice as fast as ordinary elixirs."

"Does this mean that this batch of spiritual seedlings will mature in just half a year?"

Zhang Dajin nodded and said: "It's almost the same."

"Great."

Henry Zhang was also very happy at this time.

Once these 100 elixir trees are all mature, the current predicament of Temple Street can be solved.

In Jiuhufang, an ordinary first-level low-grade spiritual grass cost about 10 spiritual stones.

Of course, spiritual herbs are the lowest level of elixirs.

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

The income from this spiritual medicine field alone is around 5000 spiritual stones.

"The remaining four acres of Jiufen Lingtian have been planted with first-level mid-grade Linggu, and now they have all sprouted."

"Uncle Dajin, well done!"

"Temple Master, let's go and see our own spiritual field and spiritual medicine garden on Temple Street." Zhang Sanqian took the opportunity to say.

"well……"