Born with immortal seed

Chapter 48: Flying Sword Test
Bai Zichen leaned against a large, shady rock, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

"I never imagined that even something as simple as farming would involve so many intricacies... Being a spiritual plant master is no simple matter either."

Among the various arts of cultivation, alchemy is the most sought-after among ordinary cultivators, while array masters are the most important for any faction.

The skills that spirit plant masters excel at are often underestimated by most people because they cannot be directly converted into combat power.

But Bai Zichen found inspiration in Old Man Tong's speech earlier: the development direction of spirit plant masters might be wrong.

Currently, spiritual plant masters are all developing towards cultivating high-level spiritual plants. For example, how to shorten the planting cycle of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and how to make ancient spiritual plants that have been extinct adapt to the current environment and regain their vitality are the most popular topics among high-level spiritual plant masters.

If we change our perspective and focus on low-level spiritual plants, for example, we can find a way to increase the yield of first-level spiritual rice several times over.

First-grade spiritual rice like Blood Ginseng Rice won't have much effect if eaten occasionally; it must be consumed year after year to greatly benefit the physical strength of a cultivator.

Even for a powerful sect like Qingfeng Sect in Heishan County, the annual harvest of spirit rice is barely enough to support the core members of the sect.

Even the inner disciples are supplied in limited quantities, let alone the general public.

If we can make breakthroughs in the production of low-grade spirit rice and benefit grassroots disciples, the strength of Qingfeng Sect will definitely take a big leap forward in a hundred years.

Since quality cannot be achieved suddenly, let's start with quantity.

Bai Zichen's thoughts drifted as he contemplated the possible development paths of a spirit plant master, while his divine sense remained focused.

Sensing the two divine marks he had left behind, which had finally appeared, he felt a surge of energy.

"This is unbelievable! Both of us brothers' cultivation levels are now pending... Brother, if you ask me, don't be a menial disciple. Isn't it better to be free and unrestrained!"

"The second son of the Que family said bitterly."

The Que brothers failed the assessment for menial disciples and are now in the pending notification category.

"We hunt a couple of monsters every day, spread some rumors, and lure those brainless newbies into the mountains. That's enough to feed us for half a year. Why bother going to the Green Maple Sect to suffer!"

"This job is getting harder and harder; we almost capsized last time!"

The eldest son of the Que family touched the scar on his forehead with lingering fear and patiently explained to his younger brother.

"Now that so many powerful outsiders have arrived, if we brothers choose the wrong target, we'll be finished if we run into a tough opponent!"

"Once you become a disciple of the Azure Maple Sect, even if you're only a menial disciple, at least you'll be able to get a good night's sleep every day."

"Moreover, before I left, I slipped five spirit stones to the manager to find out what was going on. We were only put on hold because our resumes were vague and no one could corroborate what we did."

"But the past experiences we brothers fabricated are nine parts truth and one part falsehood; the Qingfeng Sect will definitely not be able to find any problems. In a few days, we'll be able to change our skin and experience what it's like to be a sect disciple!"

The second son of the Que family knew that his eldest brother always felt that being a cultivator of calamities was not a long-term solution, and since he couldn't persuade him otherwise, he could only nod helplessly.

"We'll do whatever you say, big brother. It's a pity we've become disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, which cuts off our extra source of income."

"Who says there won't be any more windfalls in the future?"

The eldest son of the Que family revealed a ferocious expression, and the scar on his face began to move like an earthworm.

"Disciples of sects are far wealthier than independent cultivators outside... Who goes there? Show yourself!"

The sound of a pebble hitting the ground echoed as it bounced twice in front of the two Que brothers before stopping.

"Having entered the Azure Maple Sect, you still want to continue as Tribulation Cultivators... I really should praise you guys, you're truly passionate about what you do!"

Bai Zichen stood on the boulder and spoke leisurely.

"I wonder how the Qingfeng Sect will deal with you two cultivators who tried to infiltrate their sect if I report this information to them?"

"It's you, kid!"

The second son of the Que family recognized him at a glance; he was one of the rogue cultivators who had angered him at the tea stall a couple of days ago.

"Don't waste words with him, kill this brat and get out of here. It's too close to the Qingfeng Sect; someone could pass by at any moment!"

The eldest son of the Que family was stunned for a moment. It was still a bit unsettling to suddenly bump into someone in the middle of nowhere. However, this kid was a genuine Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator. Even if he had a powerful magic weapon, he couldn't possibly cause any trouble for the Que family's Twin Wolves.

The Que brothers were used to being traitors and worked together seamlessly.

The leader patted his waist and took out a gourd the size of a palm. A puff of poisonous smoke shot out and instantly spread, enveloping Bai Zichen.

The second brother then unleashed a heavy shield the size of a door panel, held two talismans in his hands, and charged forward with a sudden burst of energy.

Fireball, Ice Spike, Golden Needle...

Several offensive talismans were unleashed in succession, each landing with a slight difference in its trajectory, ensuring that Bai Zichen would be hit no matter which way he dodged.

The two brothers of the Que family have been through many battles, the kind of life-or-death struggles, not arena battles. They even killed a Qi Refining Level 7 expert together by teaming up under cover of treachery.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

This is the simplest principle I taught them through years of experience in cultivation.

Therefore, even when facing a lone novice at only the fourth level of Qi Refining, the Que Clan's Twin Wolves launched a full-scale attack without a hint of mockery.

"Excellent tactic, truly airtight!"

Bai Zichen appeared relaxed, but in reality, he was observing the Que brothers' every move with his divine sense.

With a flick of his wrist, a flying sword from his sleeve fell, transforming into a dark green light that traced a circle upwards, annihilating several spells.

With another turn, he moved with lightning speed and was already beside the second son of the Que family.

With a single sword strike, the heavy shield let out a mournful cry as its protective aura shattered.

The second sword strike shattered the shield into pieces, but the dark green light continued its relentless advance, swirling around the second son of the Que family.

The astonishing destructive power caused a line of blood to appear on his waist and abdomen, and the next moment his body was severed in two, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Second!"

The eldest brother of the Que family exclaimed in shock. Everything had happened too fast. Just a moment ago, they were following the same steps as when they cooperated to kill those weak rogue cultivators. Suddenly, his second brother died right before his eyes.

His scalp tingled instantly, and a chilling coldness rose from the bottom of his heart. He quickly pulled a bone whistle from his chest, preparing to put it in his mouth.

boom!
Before he could make a next move, the eldest son of the Que family felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw that his entire chest was empty, as the dark green light had passed through his body.

"So fast……"

The eldest son of the Que family loosened his grip, and the bone whistle and gourd magic artifact rolled all over the ground. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, and his blood immediately stained a patch of grass red.

Bai Zichen used his sword light to sweep up the storage bags on the Que brothers and the magical artifacts on the ground. Without even looking at them, he put away the sword light, affixed a speed talisman to himself, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in a few leaps.

About an incense stick later, a flying boat landed on the mountaintop, and several disciples of the Qingfeng Sect jumped down.

Upon seeing this, they quickly opened the chimney and issued a warning signal.

The leading disciple remained calm as he approached the two corpses and examined them closely for a long time, even poking through the bits of flesh with his hand.

"Such powerful destructive force...such fast attack speed...the two were killed almost simultaneously, could it be a Qi Refining Great Perfection Tribulation Cultivator who made the move?"

(End of this chapter)