Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

The atmosphere became inexplicably strange because of Qing's groan.

"Well, actually this is what happened. When I picked up Brother Yan Fang, I didn't notice that his body was very fragile, and I accidentally caused him serious injuries."

Xuan Jianqing was still unconvinced. After thinking about it, he told the situation with a red face.

"I see. No wonder I felt pain all over my body when I woke up."

Yan Fang's face twitched. When he just woke up, he really felt that his body was no longer his. If it weren't for the fact that there was still some spiritual power in his body, Yan Fang would have thought that he had been transported to another world again.

"Seriously injured?"

Qing didn't believe it. He saw that Yan Fang looked weak and fragile, but he didn't look like he was seriously injured.

"There are multiple comminuted fractures all over the body..."

Xuan looked at his expression, then looked at Yan Fang, lowered his head to hide the elder's figure, and told him everything.

It turned out that when he found Yan Fang, he was leaning against a rock, covered in wounds and blood. There were several fractures on his body, and the side that was pressed against the ground was also scratched by the weeds and plants on the ground, leaving many scars.

Although Xuan was very careful to control the strength when he lifted Yan Fang up, he did not expect that Yan Fang's body could not withstand even his smallest strength, and his spine was crushed, making a cracking sound on the spot.

After all, he had little experience, and when he realized something was wrong, he subconsciously let go, causing secondary harm to Yan Fang. Finally, after some "attempts", he was able to unleash his potential and adjust the strength to the appropriate level.

"......"

Yan Fang knew that as a person from later generations, it would be difficult for him to adapt to the rich vitality of the prehistoric world. However, he did not expect that he still underestimated the severity of his injuries. He also did not expect that his path to approach Xuanyuan, the future big man and the destined prince of this period, would be so bumpy and dangerous.

"Perhaps there is also the concept of luck in this world, and it is difficult for those with high-level opportunities to approach? Yes, luck is king in the prehistoric world."

Yan Fang thought to himself, he was almost doomed when he met Xuan. If Xuan had not been kind, would he have died without a burial place?

He knew before that it would be difficult for him to get close to people with great luck and that there were great risks.

This time he was able to approach Xuan, a man of great luck, safely, and he thought it was a burst of good luck, but he didn't know that he had been shattered to pieces while he was unconscious.

If it weren't for the magical rice porridge and the healing effect of the spiritual power in his body, he would have turned into a ghost long ago.

"Hey! There are actually such fragile people in this world. Are you made of glass? Which tribe are you from?"

The jealousy in Qing's eyes disappeared, and he looked at Yan Fang with curiosity as if he was looking at some rare and endangered animal.

Colored glaze is a by-product of bronze casting and is very fragile.

"Qing, everyone has their own story, don't ask too many questions."

Before Yan Fang could speak, Xuan frowned and interrupted Qing's question, thinking that Yan Fang's sad story should not be touched upon.

Grandpa Mu once speculated that people like Yan Fang should be experimental subjects cultivated "under special conditions."

Although he embarked on the path of cultivation, he was actually a "defective product" that was "fragile and unable to adapt to the external environment". It was estimated that Yan Fang was a poor man driven out by the demon god of their tribe.

Among the powerful beings who protect humanity, there are those who regard all beings as equal and treat humanity as ordinary beings, allowing them to develop; there are also those who treat humanity as experimental subjects and edible livestock. The latter is the major reason why the main body of the human tribes related to Suiren insisted on independent survival even though they knew that there were many dangerous and ferocious beasts in this area.

Humans are beings whose appearance is close to the innate Tao body and whose reproduction speed is quite fast. Therefore, many powerful people have become interested in them and many strange human beings have been created over the years.

Liuli people like Yan Fang are not uncommon, but there must be many sad stories behind them.

"Alright alright!"

Qing was warned and realized that there was something wrong with his problem.

When he was young, he often heard horror stories about monsters outside from his family, such as snail-like people with tentacles growing out of their bodies, sticky and secreting mucus, and boneless snail-like people, and strange stitched people with all kinds of monsters stitched together on their bodies. Those were all his childhood nightmares.

"..."

Yan Fang was speechless again. He had been prepared to use his expertise as a time traveler to talk nonsense, but the prepared speech was of no use.

But what's with their pitying eyes? What on earth are they imagining?

But as too much talk would lead to mistakes, he chose not to explain and let Xuan and the others guess.

He has been using spiritual energy to circulate it throughout his body, examining it in depth.

"As expected of the prehistoric world, in just such a short period of time, your cultivation is equal to my three years of hard work, and your spiritual energy is even richer. Even without superior cultivation methods, your spiritual energy is as rich as that of the outer disciples of the Qingxian Sect."

The more Yan Fang examined himself, the happier and more surprised he became. According to modern novels on cultivation, one could build a foundation after ten levels, which meant that Yan Fang would have reached the tenth level of Qi training in just three years.

After being in a coma for three to five days and being unable to directly breathe in and out vital energy, Yan Fang had already reached the thirteenth level of Qi training, improving three small realms.

However, Yan Fang was not prepared to build his foundation before obtaining the superior foundation-building technique.

"There are indeed signs of injury in the body, but the muscles, bones and skin are stronger than before, and the skin seems to be reborn. Is the effect of this rice porridge too strong?"

Judging from the physical marks, he was in a coma for three to five days and had fractures all over his body. He recovered with the nourishment of spiritual energy and rice porridge.

"Since rice is so precious, why not plant more of it so that we can harvest it every year?"

When I heard that rice was precious before, I was puzzled. Now that I discovered the miraculous healing effect of rice, I became even more curious. Why isn't such a treasure planted more often?

Shouldn't rice be the staple food? Why is it so precious? He remembered that the human race, especially the Chinese race, should have a long history of rice cultivation and entered the agricultural civilization very early.

"Ordinary plants are easy to grow, but spiritual plants like this are not that simple. Planting them is a very complicated matter. We need to consider the earth veins, whether the earth vein properties match the plant properties, whether the planting environment is stable, future weather changes... and so on."

Xuan shook his head. Their tribe had always thought about imitating the Lieshan tribe and cultivating large areas of land, but it was too difficult to do so in this era.

Among the middle and high-level tribes, only the great witches can grow some magical rice with their years of accumulated experience and powerful witchcraft, but the seeds have to be obtained from the Shennong tribe.

"If we can do that, why would we need to go out hunting and gathering spiritual materials every day?"

There was a hint of disdain in Qing's words.

"It seems that you, Yan Fang, know very little about planting."

Xuan saw that Yan Fang was still confused, and thought that Yan Fang was probably born in a closed environment and was only taught some knowledge of painting, so he had no common sense at all, so he explained to Yan Fang in detail.

Plants in ancient times had abundant vitality, so their changes and transformations were more numerous and faster than those in later generations.

Not only do living things mutate with changes in the environment, their toxicity can also vary greatly. This is the mythical version of a tangerine grown in the south but not in the north. Not only do they change with distance, they can also change with the weather. In serious cases, they can even change from day to night.

In addition, the air and light in the prehistoric world are rich in a large amount of information, especially the light of the sun, moon and stars. It is said that the demon clan's heaven once placed many inheritances in the stars. Therefore, the prehistoric species may not necessarily obey the theory of evolution and may transform into different species at any time.

Don't look at Ji Xuan and Ji Qing, both of whom look like normal people. In fact, many of them are deformed people affected by the vital energy. Some, such as cleft lip, conjoined twins, and mentally retarded children are just minor ones. Some of them have three eyes, and some have wings on their backs... Only by refining the body and qi to a certain level can one avoid being affected.

The rice of the ancient human race originated from a low-grade innate spiritual root, the Green Wood Nine-Eared Rice, which was born from the gathering of the innate Yi Wood Qi and can absorb the Hunyuan Qi and transform it into stable and gentle spiritual energy.

This green wood nine-eared wheat was brought to the human emperor Shennong by a strange beast, the red bird, a long time ago and was cultivated by Shennong.

The nurturing of this spiritual root requires a lot of special vitality, and the nurturing environment must be stable. Otherwise, if the environment changes, the sensitive offspring spiritual plants will mutate uncontrollably.

The cultivation of Nine-eared Grass began with Shennong. However, after Shennong moved into the Huoyun Cave to suppress the destiny of the human race, few people could suppress the mutation of the offspring of Qingmu Nine-eared Grass.

In addition, the second generation of this kind of spiritual rice is a divine seed, and the acquired human race will inevitably burst if they eat it because of their poor physical constitution. The same is true for the third generation, and only the fourth generation can be eaten, and Yan Fang's porridge is of this kind.

After five generations, many branches will grow, which is quite messy. After planting, its offspring will also undergo various changes and may not be suitable for consumption.

Even if the Shennong tribe did not hide the secrets, it would be difficult for ordinary large tribes to spare the manpower to carefully cultivate rice seeds. Secondly, it would be difficult to find a suitable place for inspiration. Even if they buried it in the soil and grew foxtail grass, it would be fine. But if they grew some evil creature or monster, it would be a disaster.

Ordinary people cannot deal with this kind of disaster, so it is better to let warriors and shamans hunt regularly.

"It turns out that this spiritual plant can mutate itself. It's quite special."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fang couldn't help but feel that the world was wonderful and that he had been deceived by the novels he read in his previous life.

In those novels, the protagonists infuse spiritual springs into vegetable gardens and feed, and any plant can produce magical fruits that are beneficial to the human body and particularly delicious, and any animal can become delicious.

But I didn't expect that it would be difficult to get food in this fairy world.

"Under normal circumstances, the output of spiritual plants would not be too small, however..."

Xuan then went on to explain why they were unable to cultivate spiritual plants.

Since the demon clan's heavenly palace collapsed, the rotation of the sun and moon has become irregular, not to mention the heaven and earth. In addition, the war between the witches and the demons has caused the imbalance of heaven and earth, and the circulation of the heaven and earth's vitality has also become problematic. The peaceful vitality has begun to become violent and chaotic. Various places have also become dangerous places due to the powerful killing moves and supernatural powers. Some of the karma of the creation of the world, the evil spirits that were originally sealed and suppressed have also frequently leaked out, causing evil, demons, and evil spirits to fill the vitality.

Spiritual plants, which are already difficult to grow, become even more difficult to grow in such an environment.

"The demon clan's heaven... primitive times!"

For a moment, Yan Fang had no intention of understanding the matter of the rice ears. He muttered to himself that he had doubts before but did not dare to ask specifically. Now that Xuan told him about it when he was explaining farming, he was completely convinced.

The time and space he traveled through was indeed the primitive world, a splendid and wonderful world mixed with many myths and legends.

No wonder he could see so many opportunities in this room, and there were not many causal connections among the opportunities.

Come to think of it, this is the primitive times where even the Daluo are not as good as the Golden Immortals. Who would bother to figure out how to unlock those opportunities? If you have the ability, wouldn't it be easier to go to famous mountains and rivers to become a disciple?

Thinking of this, Yan Fang also had some ideas. He just didn't know where the immortal gate was, and he didn't know whether Lao Shishi Tongtian and the others would accept disciples.