National Gardener: I can choose the evolution path of spiritual plants.

Chapter 210 Selling oneself
Not only did his speed of digesting spiritual rice increase, but his efficiency in absorbing spiritual energy and converting it into his own cultivation also increased.

To give another example, if half a bowl of spiritual rice was enough for a day's digestion and absorption before, you can now eat one bowl.

If you had eaten half a bowl of spiritual rice before, and the spiritual energy converted from the digested spiritual rice was only absorbed by the body at one point, now it has absorbed two points.

"So, the actual effect of the cold preserved eggs is to improve the quality of spiritual roots!"

Lin Zhi suddenly realized that spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation and determine the efficiency of cultivators in absorbing and transforming spiritual energy.

For the same bowl of rice, it usually takes a day for a low-grade spiritual root to digest it, and it also takes a day to absorb the digested spiritual energy. Moreover, the spiritual energy converted from a bowl of rice can only be converted into 10% of cultivation. The remaining small part is absorbed by the body, and most of it is exhaled out of the body and dissipated between heaven and earth.

A medium-grade spiritual root can eat two meals a day, and can absorb and transform 3% of spiritual energy. The speed of cultivation is equivalent to 6 times that of a low-grade spiritual root.

A top-grade spiritual root can eat three meals a day and absorb and transform 6% of the spiritual energy with each meal. The speed of cultivation is 18 times that of a lower-grade one.

The best spiritual roots can have a midnight snack in addition to three meals a day. Each meal can absorb and transform 40% of the spiritual energy, and the speed of cultivation is times that of the lower grade.

This plate of cold-mixed preserved eggs increased the absorption efficiency by 10%, which is simply outrageous!
If I play one more game, wouldn't I be able to improve my qualifications to a mid-level spiritual root?
Lin Zhi started to work right away. He peeled and cleaned all the remaining preserved eggs and started to make the cold preserved eggs.

In the end, another seven plates of cold-mixed preserved eggs were completed.

As he ate, he practiced his skills to digest the dish.

Unlike the difficult-to-digest spiritual rice, the advantage of the dish is that it melts in the mouth and is digested very quickly, but the disadvantage is that it "contains little spiritual energy and is not very filling."

Soon, after eating five plates of preserved eggs, Lin Zhi tried to practice again and found that his speed of refining spiritual rice had increased to 5%.

The reason why it is not 70% may be because you eat too much and the effect of the preserved egg has diminished!
This result was gratifying. Only 10% away, his speed would be the same as that of a top-grade spiritual root.

"Unfortunately, there are not many eggs left at home, and the rice jar is also empty."

Lin Zhi knew that the most urgent task was to start farming again, otherwise he would not only be unable to practice, but would also be in danger of starving to death.

In this world, although spiritual energy fills the space between heaven and earth, it cannot be directly refined.

It is said that spiritual energy is "toxic". If it is directly refined by people, it can cause blockage of meridians at the very least, or even lead to insanity at the worst.

The way for cultivators to obtain spiritual energy is generally to eat and refine spiritual grains. Spiritual grain plants absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, filter out and decompose the toxic parts, and store the pure spiritual energy in the spiritual grains.

If a cultivator does not replenish his spiritual energy every day, it is fine for a short period of time, but over a long period of time, he will be in danger of running out of spiritual energy. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted and cannot support the consumption of the physical body, he will "starve to death."

In addition to eating spiritual grains, monks can also survive by drinking water from spiritual wells or springs.

Because the water in the spiritual well or spiritual spring also contains pure spiritual energy, but it is much thinner than that in the spiritual valley.

However, digesting the water from the spiritual well is as difficult as digesting the spiritual valley. This is because the spiritual energy has combined with the water to form a new liquid substance.

In order to digest it, you need to break it down.

To put it scientifically, water and aura combine to form a water-aura compound. To decompose the aura, "electrolysis" is required to generate aura, hydrogen, and oxygen.

Therefore, this process is also not easy. Low-level cultivators, especially low-level cultivators with poor spiritual roots, find it extremely difficult to digest water spiritual energy efficiently. Even if they drink water all day long, they cannot replenish enough spiritual energy.

In the end, he spent more than he earned and starved to death.

But Lin Zhi has now reached the level of a mid-grade spiritual root, so if he drinks water every day, he still has a chance of survival.

If you can reach the highest level of spiritual roots, not to mention relying on drinking water to survive, you can even practice by drinking water!
"So the old hens at home are of utmost importance. We have to ensure that they can keep laying eggs!"

Lin Zhi carried a hoe and a small bag of spiritual grain seeds and walked towards the spiritual field.

……

Wangjiacuntounan

Wang Papi set up a table under a withered old tree. A dozen servants surrounded it, and in front of them stood a long line of ragged monks.

Most of them were at the first or second level of Qi training. They were pale and thin, with dull eyes, and looked like a group of beggars.

In fact, the Eight Treasures Immortal Sect does not have any cultural literacy. Various inheritances are monopolized by aristocratic families, and only the most basic cultivation methods are passed down. When everyone can practice, most low-level cultivators are really no different from beggars.

"Wang Defa, 65 years old, second level of Qi training? You're useless. Leave the title deed behind and leave!"

"Li Ergou, 32 years old, first level of Qi training, a cattle herder, okay! Leave the title deed here, and go sign and seal it."

"Hey, Uncle Liu, you're here to sell your daughter! No problem, no problem. You can keep the title deed and I'll give you two kilograms of spiritual rice in return."

Seeing the booming business, Wang Papi was all smiles.

This natural disaster came at the right time. The village was devastated and these poor people could not survive on their own.

Unless the immortal sect allocates grain for disaster relief.

However, this is just a remote little village. It is hard to say whether the relief grain can be left after being transported from the state warehouse and passing through three checkpoints and six checkpoints.

Want to wait for disaster relief food?
I'm afraid I'll have to wait a lifetime.

Therefore, if they want to survive, they can only sell their spiritual fields at a low price, sell their children, and sell themselves into slavery...

In years of plenty, they rented out the land to individuals and collected rent; in years of minor disasters, they lent out grain for loans; in years of major disasters, they took the opportunity to lower the price of land and force the borrowers into a desperate situation.

His grandfather used this method to annex the village’s land and occupied half of the village’s spiritual fields.

His father had seized power by trickery and plunder, bullied the villagers, and occupied a lot of spiritual fields. When it came to his generation, he was lucky enough to encounter the drought, so he had to annex the last spiritual fields. The entire Wangjia Village became his private property.

The next step is to use Wangjia Village as a springboard to become the largest landlord in the entire township.

Thinking of this, Wang Papi looked at the "beggar" in front of him and sneered, "How can my three generations of hard work and struggle compare to your ten years of hard study?"

……

Lin Zhi planted a small bag of spiritual grain on about one hundredth of an acre, or one centimeter of land.

The unit of spiritual field is mu. One mu is equal to ten fen of land, and one fen of land is equal to 10 li of land. One mu is about 666.667 square meters, and one li of land is about 6.66667 square meters.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to continue planting, but he can only plant so many spiritual seeds left.

After burying the seeds in the ground, he did not leave, but went to a wasteland nearby, wielding a hoe and began to dig the soil.

Compared to using spells, manual digging consumes less spiritual energy. His main purpose of digging is to dig out insects deep underground, especially ants.

Due to the drought, the insects on the ground had long been dried into ashes. In the absence of extra spiritual grain to feed the hens, this was the food source for the hens.

After several hours of digging, he dug out a pit tens of meters deep, with an ant nest at the bottom of the pit.

Unlike ordinary ants, the ants in this world are as big as peanuts. However, due to the hot weather, they are not active due to the sun. The ant nest is dug up, and hundreds or thousands of ants appear before him.

Inside the ant nest, the white and crystal clear ant eggs are as tempting as rice.

However, under the scorching sun, once the ant nest was dug open, chaos broke out and the ants crawled out frantically.

At this time, an old hen raised by Lin Zhi flapped its wings, headed towards the ant nest, and pecked at the ants quickly.

Soon, it had eaten no less than a thousand ants.

At this time, the other ants in the ant nest had been killed by the sun. Lin Zhi collected their corpses and ant eggs and put them into an empty rice jar.

For several days, he dug the ground, looking for ant holes and other insects to supplement food nutrition for the old hens.

Then survive on eggs every day.

In the blink of an eye, a month and a half passed, and Lin Zhi successfully advanced to the second level of Qi training through practice.

Unlike the first level of Qi training, the second level of Qi training is already considered a “young talent” in Wangjia Village.

There are more than 2,200 households in Wangjia Village. Thanks to the popularity of immortal cultivation techniques, there are more than 3,000 cultivators in total.

But 99% of these people are only at the Qi training level. They have low aptitude and can only stay at the Qi training level for their entire life.

There are hundreds of people at the second level of Qi training, but only dozens of people at the third level.

As for levels above three, only Wang Baopi's grandfather Wang Youcai is at the fourth level of Qi training, and the village chief is at the fifth level of Qi training.

He has reached the second level of Qi training and has already reached the threshold of entering the "upper class".

So, that day Lin Zhi did not look for insects as usual.

He carried two food boxes and walked towards the village chief's yard. The village chief lived at the eastern end of the village, in an independent compound covering nearly 100 acres, with many servants.

Because of the two suns flying in the sky, most of the monks in the village starved to death or died in battle.

As he walked along, he saw nothing but bones and pits of earth everywhere, and no sign of life.

However, as soon as I arrived at the gate of the village chief's courtyard, I smelled the aroma of meat.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Keep knocking. After a long time, an old man opened the door impatiently, muttering, "Who is it? Stop knocking!"

When he saw Lin Zhi, he closed the door without saying a word.

But Lin Zhi used his hands to stop him.

"What are you doing!"

The old man tried to use his magic power, but was pushed away by Lin Zhi.

"Hey, you're on the second floor?"

The old man was surprised.

"Take me to see the village chief quickly. I want to present my treasure to you!"

"Offering treasures? You?"

The old man curled his lips and muttered, "I watched your father grow up, so I know better than anyone what's in your family. What treasures do you have?"

"What are you talking about? Just go when I tell you to go!"

Lin Zhi urged and walked into the yard.

The first thing that catches your eye is more than a dozen acres of golden wheat with large and full ears being harvested by some monks.

Then he saw a lot of chickens and ducks moving around.

There are canals between the fields, connecting to a sacred well in the center.

Spiritual wells are also divided into grades, the higher the grade, the deeper it is.

The village chief's sacred well is ten thousand meters deep underground and leads directly to an underground river tributary. This is also the reason why the other party has nothing to worry about during drought.

He crossed the farmland and came to the inner courtyard.

At this time, the old man came back and said unkindly, "Master, please come in."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi strode into the inner courtyard and saw many young men sitting cross-legged in the corridor under the eaves practicing.

Among them, two or three people, like himself, have reached the second level of Qi training.

He walked towards the living room and saw a white-haired old man already sitting in the main seat with a cup of tea in his hand.

Seeing him coming, there was no politeness of sitting down, and he directly asked coldly, "Are you here to sell the land? Sorry..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lin Zhi.

"Village chief, Lin Zhi is not here to sell his land or ask for help, but to bring you wealth."

"Wealthy? Ha!"

The village chief suddenly laughed. Hearing these words from a villager who was about to starve to death, he felt like he had heard a huge joke.

"What do you mean by wealth?"

"that's it!"

Lin Zhi placed the food boxes on the table next to him and slowly opened one of them.

The village chief saw a plate of cold-mixed preserved eggs.

The preserved eggs emit a faint emerald green light.

"This... this is a divine dish!"

The old village chief exclaimed.

It's not that he hasn't seen or eaten divine food.

But the problem is that all the fairy dishes he eats are of white quality, and the only green fairy dish he has is scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Therefore, the divine food before him was very amazing to him.

"Where did you get it?"

The village chief asked quickly.

"It's handed down from our ancestors. You know, Village Chief, my ancestors once had menial disciples of the Eight Treasures Immortal Sect. The recipe for this immortal dish comes from our ancestors."

As he spoke, he opened another food box, which was filled with eggs wrapped in sawdust.

“This is the raw material for the cold preserved egg.”

Lin Zhi introduces eggs.

"You took out the ancestral formula, what do you want to exchange from me?"

The village chief was moved and had already made up his mind. If this kid didn't ask for much, he could just give him some money and avoid the trouble.

If the price is too high, you can only find an excuse to bury it.

"I want to marry into your family!"

Lin Zhi said calmly.

“Enter… what!?”

The village chief was startled and slammed the table.

"That won't work. Please change the conditions!"

"Village Chief, my guess is correct. These talented people outside are the backups you have found, right? I wonder which one of them can catch your eye."

"Any of them are stronger than you... Hey, the second floor?"

The village chief looked at Lin Zhi in surprise.

“This is all the effect of the cold preserved egg.”

"So, what are you worthy of my daughter?"

"Bloodline! My ancestors had a disciple who was a errand boy in the Immortal Sect. His aptitude and bloodline were impeccable. My family has a bloodline inheritance, which can only be brought into play when combined with a cultivator with water spiritual roots."

"Bloodline inheritance? Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?"

"Can you identify it? Identify my seed soul and personally test whether this bloodline seed is satisfactory. If you are not satisfied, you can kill me."

"Okay, you have guts! If you are not satisfied, I will not kill you. Just become my slave. The second level of Qi training is enough to cultivate 10 acres of spiritual fields a day. It is still valuable."

The old teacher took out a mirror, and soon a holy flower tree appeared before his eyes.

"This... this is a top-grade soul!!!"

The old village chief was surprised.

"How about it, can I be your son-in-law? If you marry me, your daughter's cultivation will surely improve by leaps and bounds, and advance by leaps and bounds."

"Okay, okay, bring me your IOU. What a traitor. Let's pay it off and pick an auspicious day..."

"Why choose an auspicious day? Father-in-law, why not go to the wedding room right now instead of waiting for another day?"

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)