Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 205 The middle stage of the twelfth level of Yuan Condensation

Back at the manor, Mu Hanchan received another letter.

It was sent from Jiaozhou.

"45 spiritual stones?"

After Mu Hanchan opened it, he was a little surprised when he saw it.

I thought to myself: "Even if the other party deliberately made friends with me, he wouldn't have paid such a high price. I don't know what the other party sees in me."

But then I thought about it, Fire Soul Yuanhua?

Isn't this growing in an extremely hot place like a lava volcano?

So he immediately wrote back and asked: "May I ask Brother Qian and Brother Yan, have you ever found the Fire Soul Yuanhua in the lava there?"

A week later, the other party replied: "There is no Fire Soul Yuanhua, but there is Fire Soul Yuanjing. After half a year, the Fire Soul Yuanhua can be formed. However, it is extremely difficult to collect this thing, and even those who are strong in the spiritual elixir realm are not willing to do it easily." Put yourself at risk."

With his current cultivation level, it was too difficult.

But in the Ice Crack Valley, there are swarms of third-level monsters, and there are also a large number of fourth-, fifth- and sixth-level monsters.

"Why are they all losing money?"

Wan Cheng's words gave him a deep sense of crisis.

Manager Xiao Ren reported.

"Well, maybe it's because of my poor supervision!" Xiao Ren said with shame.

As for the simplest bamboo shoots in spring, he plans to try to grow them himself.

Regarding Master Mo Qian's mission, he planned to do this.

"This quarter, the tea industry lost 3 taels of gold. The wine industry lost 7 taels of gold. The tobacco industry lost 12 taels of gold. The silk industry made a profit of 2 taels of gold."

So Mu Hanchan immediately made a plan.

In fact, not every half-step elixir monk has such a vision. Even Mo Qian doesn't know what Mu Hanchan has, but he just feels that he has a good foundation and doesn't need to worry too much. Wan Cheng just happened to guess it.

Mu Hanchan asked with a frown.

"It's too late now, we need to wait until next year."

In the waterfall cave.

Maintain a relationship with Qian and Yan, and wait thirty years later to collect the Fire Soul Flower from the magma.

A young man in casual clothes was sitting cross-legged on a cattail ball, making a mudra with his hands and performing some kind of breathing and practice.

He didn't expect that in the eyes of the Half-step Lingdan monk, he could see everything at a glance.

In the days that followed, Mu Hanchan devoted himself to training in the manor, and also practiced the "Fulong Spear Technique" donated by his senior brother Wan Cheng.

"Okay, next year then."

"I don't necessarily blame you. In this case, I want to plant some spring bamboo shoots in the manor. What do you think?"

He could only obtain the Ice Soul Yuanhua from the past, and found a way to get it from the Ice Fissure Valley 120,000 miles away.

The young man's eyebrows are gradually becoming more handsome, and he looks like an adult. He seems to be transitioning into youth.

Suddenly, the young man formed a seal, stopped his power, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

64 weeks!

Mu Hanchan once again successfully circulated his spiritual power for 64 days, and his cultivation level improved greatly.

It is only one step away from the twelfth level of Ning Yuan.

Just looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was still not satisfied.

Although his pulse was exhausted, he still insisted on continuing to practice.

Outside the waterfall, the manor is still operating in an orderly manner.

Although it is losing money, it is still operating despite the loss.

Above the waterfall cave, there is an ancient pine that has existed since the manor was purchased. A gray-brown eagle, more than half a foot in size, is perched on it. This is Mu Hanchan's soul-sighting eagle.

While Mu Hanchan was concentrating on training, even it was driven out.

At this time, this special hawk was looking around melancholy, and from time to time it made a strange cry.

Time passed by quietly, and four months flew by.

One afternoon, suddenly there was a strange fluctuation in the waterfall cave. This fluctuation even slightly blocked the water flowing down the waterfall for a moment.

No one else in the manor noticed.

In the waterfall cave.

Mu Hanchan was packing his things and seemed to be going out again.

Looking at his cultivation level, he has reached the mid-twelfth level of Yuan Condensation!

He was holding a stack of porcelain white silk in his hand, looked at the dead Thunder Silkworm, sighed, buried it deep in the cave, and then took out a high-grade spiritual stone that was originally buried.

After putting the porcelain white silk into the ice storage box, he shut down the ice spirit array.

Because he found that the other two silkworms slept a little too long.

Four of the five Ice Storage Boxes have been used. If the other two Wind Silkworms and Poison Silkworms wake up and spin silk, they may need to make room first.

But judging from the signs, he will not wake up in a short time.

Mu Hanchan did not cash in the other three boxes of silk, but directly took out a high-grade spiritual stone that had been buried previously.

It has been said for a long time that the foundation of this high-grade spiritual stone came from the worn-out spiritual stone bag fished from the Falling Lake. Although it was only three or four years ago, it still feels like a world away.

He even felt that the Falling Lake at that time was a bit strange, and the dry well where the spirit stone bag was found was even more strange, and the dead bones inside were also a bit strange.

But now, he has no thought and no ability to explore further.

A pie fell from the sky once, and he was already very content.

In the manor.

"Have you lost more than ten taels of gold again in the summer?"

"Yes."

Mu Hanchan frowned and asked, "Then I really have to think about whether I should continue to do this."

"The breeding industry and the planting industry are not very profitable industries to begin with. With all due respect, the industry you chose is too ordinary." Xiao Ren said.

Mu Hanchan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the major he had studied at the Demon Altar was: tunnels-mining-spiritual stone management.

So he said: "Thank you for the reminder. Starting from next year, we will stop the tobacco, wine, silk and tea industries, and focus on growing bamboo shoots."

He added: "When I come back next spring, the manor industry will have to go through some baptism and changes."

"Where are you going? Owner."

Xiao Ren asked.

"Thank you for your reminder. It enlightened me. I am ready to return to my old profession." Mu Hanchan said.

Xiao Ren couldn't help but ask: "What is your old profession?"

"I come from a mining background, and my old career is naturally in mining."

Rather than saying it is a return to the old profession, it is better to say that it is a return to professionalism.

"Where are you going?"

"Qianwuling Mine."

After that, Mu Hanchan returned to the waterfall cave again, set up the formation, put on his green vine suit, then took his green feather uniform and his divine soul vision eagle, and headed north, preparing to go to San Qianwuling Mine at the junction of sects.

Naturally, the manor was still left to Xiao Ren to take care of.

But before he reaches Qianwuling Mine, he must first pass through Yanzhou.