Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Jiang Qiong has spent many days peacefully in the tribe and has completely integrated into the life of this desert tribe.

Every day at dawn, he and Huck would set out on a journey, sometimes going to the depths of the desert to hunt, relying on his keen perception and superb skills to capture those cunning desert prey;
Sometimes you have to explore the hidden resources in the desert and look for life among the scorching sand and steep dunes.

Everyone in the tribe has long regarded him as one of their own. Whether it is the greetings on the streets or the kettle handed over while working, enthusiasm and intimacy are everywhere.

One day, Jiang Qiong was strolling leisurely in the tribe as usual, and unknowingly walked to an area on the edge of the tribe.

Here, several monks from the tribe were sweating profusely and busying themselves. In front of them was a half-cultivated spiritual field.

The soil of the spiritual field is completely different from the ordinary sand around it. It is a deep dark brown color, as if it was dyed with the mysterious pigment of time.

If you look closely, you can find a faint light flickering in the soil, and wisps of spiritual energy emanating from it. Although weak, they seem to contain infinite possibilities.

Jiang Qiong knew very well that in this vast desert with scarce resources, opening up spiritual fields and planting spiritual medicines would have immeasurable significance for the development of the tribe, just like lighting a bright lamp in the darkness.

I saw that the monks had tired faces, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, wetting their clothes.

The tools in their hands were turning over the hard ground with great difficulty. Each stroke seemed to use up all their strength, but the ground was only reluctantly scratched with a shallow scratch.

Jiang Qiong's heart was touched. He knew too well how difficult it was to cultivate spiritual fields. Not only did it require a lot of manpower and material resources, but the subsequent planting of spiritual medicines would also require countless energy and precious resources.

Seeing how hard they were working, Jiang Qiong decided to help without any hesitation.

He walked quickly to a monk and said in a gentle voice, "Let me help you."

The monk raised his head suddenly, a flash of disbelief and surprise in his eyes, and then a deep gratitude filled his eyes, and he said quickly:
"Brother Jiang Qiong, this is really a timely help! It is too difficult to cultivate this spiritual field. We have been busy here for a long time, but the progress is very slow. At this rate, I don't know when we can plant spiritual herbs."

The corners of Jiang Qiong's mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile. Without saying much, he walked straight to the center of the spiritual field, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, like a poplar tree rooted in the desert, firm and steady.

He took a deep breath and circulated the powerful spiritual energy in his body.

In an instant, a powerful breath gushed out from his body and spread around like a surging tide. The surrounding air was distorted by the vibration of this breath, making a buzzing sound.

Jiang Qiong danced his hands rapidly, his ten fingers nimbly changing complex seals, muttering something, and performing a unique secret technique.

As he moved, the sky, which was originally cloudless and as blue as a gem, gradually underwent amazing changes.

I saw layers of dark clouds beginning to gather in the distant sky. These clouds seemed to be quickly pulled and gathered by an invisible giant hand. They kept rolling and surging, and the color became darker and darker, from the initial light gray to ink black, like a wantonly rendered ink painting.

The spiritual energy in Jiang Qiong's body was like a rushing river, continuously flowing towards the sky.

A huge vortex of spiritual energy formed around his body, and the spiritual energy in the vortex spun wildly, making a whistling sound, like a raging wind in the desert.

Under his exquisite control, the dark clouds grew thicker and wider, like a huge black dome, gradually covering the entire spiritual field area.

Then, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed in the dark clouds. That lightning was like a sharp sword that could split the sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark sky. Then, fine raindrops began to fall.

This is not ordinary rain, but spiritual rain formed by Jiang Qiong's own spiritual energy. Every drop of rain sparkles with crystal light, like a bright star, containing endless vitality and vigor.

The spiritual rain fell gently on the spiritual fields and was instantly absorbed by the land, just like the long-dry earth greedily sucking up the sweet rain.

The land, which was originally dry and hard like a rock, quickly became moist and soft under the nourishment of the spiritual rain, as if it was injected with a powerful vitality.

In those cultivated areas, the soil began to become loose and slightly raised, as if life was leaping in it.

Jiang Qiong stared at the spiritual field, concentrating on adjusting the output of spiritual energy.

His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground under his feet.

Due to the consumption of too much spiritual energy, his face looked a little pale and his lips lost their former rosy color, but he still clenched his teeth and persisted with his tenacious will.

As the spiritual rain continued to fall, the spiritual field underwent amazing changes.

The seeds of the elixir that were originally buried in the soil seemed to have heard the call of life and began to stir.

First, some tender green buds emerged. These buds were like newborn babies, timidly poking their heads out and looking at the world curiously.

Afterwards, these tender buds grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and tender green leaves unfolded one by one, with a subtle spiritual luster flashing on the leaves.

The stems also become thicker and stronger, constantly stretching upward, as if trying to pursue the spiritual energy in the sky.

The varieties of those magical herbs are different and their shapes are different. Some leaves are shining with strange runes, and the flow of runes exudes a mysterious atmosphere, as if telling an ancient story;

Some of the stems have sharp thorns that sparkle in the sun, like natural defensive weapons.

Some flowers are in bud, the buds are plump and round, exuding a faint fragrance. The fragrance permeates the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Under the nourishment of the spiritual rain, they seemed to be cast under a magical spell, madly absorbing the spiritual energy of the soil and the nutrients of the spiritual rain, and their growth rate became faster and faster.

The monks in the tribe were stunned by the magical sight before them. The tools in their hands slipped unconsciously. They stopped their work, looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with shock and surprise.

"This... this is simply a miracle!"

A young monk couldn't help but exclaimed, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Yes, Brother Jiang Qiong actually has such a powerful ability. With this spiritual rain, our spiritual fields can be saved!"

Another older monk echoed, his eyes full of admiration. Jiang Qiong had consumed a lot of spiritual energy at this time, and felt that the spiritual energy in his body was like a stream that was about to dry up, but he was filled with relief when he saw the amazing changes in the spiritual field.

He forced himself to support his exhausted body and, with his firm belief, continued to keep the spiritual rain falling.

As time went by, the spiritual medicines in the spiritual field grew stronger and stronger. Some had grown to half a person's height. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if nodding to Jiang Qiong and expressing their gratitude.

After a long time, Jiang Qiong felt that the spiritual energy in his body was about to be exhausted. His movements gradually became slower and his breath became weaker.

He slowly finished his practice, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the golden sunlight once again shone on the spiritual field.

The spiritual field at this time is no longer the barren land before, but is full of vitality and vigor.

All kinds of spiritual medicines thrive, colorful, red like fire, green like emerald, purple like clouds, emitting rich spiritual fluctuations, and the entire spiritual field seems to have turned into a small world where spiritual energy gathers.

The monks in the tribe gathered around, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

"Brother Jiang Qiong, you have helped us a lot! If it weren't for you, I don't know how long it would take for this spiritual field to look like this."

An elderly monk stepped forward, shook Jiang Qiong's hand tightly, and spoke excitedly.

Jiang Qiong wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile:
"We are all one family. I just did what I could. Moreover, seeing the spiritual fields develop, it will benefit the entire tribe, and I am happy from the bottom of my heart."

Since then, Jiang Qiong often came to the spiritual field and carefully instructed the monks on how to better take care of the spiritual medicines.

He imparted to everyone without reservation the rich knowledge about spiritual medicine cultivation that he had accumulated in the process of cultivating immortals.

Under his patient guidance, the monks learned how to accurately apply fertilizers according to the characteristics of different spiritual medicines, and knew which spiritual medicines preferred shade, which spiritual medicines were drought-tolerant, and when to water them with spiritual liquid;
Learned how to skillfully repel insects, using the principle of mutual growth and mutual restraint between spiritual plants to protect spiritual herbs from insect pests in a natural way;

I also learned how to rationally utilize the spiritual energy layout of the spiritual field. By setting up some simple spirit gathering arrays, I can allow the spiritual energy to nourish each spiritual medicine more evenly.

As time passed quietly, the spiritual medicine in the spiritual field became more lush and green.

Some rare spiritual medicines even began to bear fruits, which were of various shapes and emitted alluring light.

Some fruits are round and full, like bright pearls;

Some fruits are long and thin, with mysterious patterns on the surface. They contain powerful spiritual power, and if you get close to them, you can feel the surging energy fluctuations.

When the people in the tribe saw the good harvest from the spiritual fields, they all smiled happily, and their gratitude towards Jiang Qiong grew deeper and deeper. In everyone's hearts, Jiang Qiong had already become the great benefactor of the tribe.

However, the abundant harvest of the spiritual field also attracted the covetousness of some uninvited guests. Deep in the desert, there is a force that has been eyeing this land.

They are a group of sand bandits who make a living by plundering. They usually roam around in the desert, specializing in robbing passing caravans and weak tribes. They are cruel and do all kinds of evil.

Upon hearing that the tribe's spiritual fields had a good harvest, their greedy natures were instantly ignited, and they immediately came up with evil ideas, attempting to snatch the spiritual medicines that the tribe had worked so hard to cultivate.

One day, when Jiang Qiong and Hake were discussing how to further expand the scale of the spiritual farm and plan the future development blueprint, a tribal sentry ran over in a panic and reported in a hurried voice:
"Chief, something terrible has happened! A group of sand bandits are heading towards our tribe. Judging from their posture, there are quite a few of them. I'm afraid they are coming for the spiritual fields!"

Upon hearing this, Agu's face instantly became as solemn as iron. He knew very well how brutal and greedy the sand bandits were, and the tribe was about to face a severe test.

He immediately summoned the warriors in the tribe and shouted loudly: "Warriors, take up your weapons and protect our homes and spiritual fields!"

Jiang Qiong also stood up, with a firm look in his eyes, and said to Agu: "Chief Agu, I will go with everyone! These sand bandits are too abominable, we must not let them succeed, I must let them know the price of invading our tribe!"

A Gu looked at Jiang Qiong, his eyes full of gratitude and trust. He nodded vigorously and said loudly: "Okay! With your help, brother Jiang Qiong, we will be able to repel these sand bandits and protect everything we have!"

Soon, the warriors in the tribe gathered quickly, holding weapons, with determined eyes, ready for battle.

Some warriors held their sharp swords tightly, the blades flashing coldly in the sun;

Some warriors carried strong bows on their backs, with sharp arrows in their quivers ready to be shot.

Jiang Qiong and Ha Ke stood at the front of the team. Jiang Qiong was dressed in black, with an upright posture. The soft sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to fight.
Hake held a heavy battle axe, his muscles tense, exuding a fearless aura. They looked into the distance with determined eyes, and the dust raised by the dust indicated the approach of the sand bandits.

After a while, I saw a cloud of dust rising in the distance, like a giant yellow dragon galloping in the desert.

A group of sand bandits riding sand beasts were galloping towards the tribe. Their figures were looming in the dust and they looked very aggressive.

The sand bandits soon arrived in front of the tribe. Leading them was a tall man with a fleshy face. He rode on a huge sand beast like a mountain, wielding a huge battle axe in his hand. There were still mottled bloodstains on the battle axe, making him look particularly ferocious.

He shouted loudly: "I heard that your tribe's spiritual fields have a good harvest. If you are smart, hand over the harvested spiritual herbs quickly. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless and slaughtering your tribe with blood!"

Agu took a step forward, held his head high, and responded loudly: "You bunch of sand bandits, don't even think about stealing the fruits of our labor! This is our home, we will never back down, if you dare to invade, we will make sure you never return!"

Hearing this, the bandit leader snorted coldly, revealing a trace of disdainful sneer on his face: "Just you? We are determined to grab this elixir today! Brothers, come on, kill them all and grab the elixir!"

Following his order, the sand bandits brandished their weapons, shouted wildly, and rushed towards the tribe.

The sand beasts they rode were also driven by their masters, baring their fangs and claws, breathing hot air from their mouths, and pouncing towards the tribal warriors.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Qiong immediately activated her spiritual power, and the spiritual power in her body instantly surged like raging waves.

He drew the soft sword from its sheath, and the blade flashed with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning drawn from the cold night. (End of this chapter)