Symbiotic panel, I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

Chapter 258 It's born, and it's an iron pot.

As soon as these words came out.

The already somber atmosphere became even more somber.

The table full of delicious food seemed to be shrouded in gloom. The two children instinctively hid in their parents' arms, while Wen Daoyou and Fox Sister nervously watched Li Ye.

Wei Qingye remained silent.

This matter can only be decided by Li Ye alone; no one else has the right to interfere.

But Li Ye shook his head.

He said, “I hate making choices, and I hate having to make choices I don’t want to make—you should know my Purple Mansion’s abilities; I will create a secluded paradise on Ruoquan Island.”

I'll ask my senior brother to take care of that piece of land for me then.

Until my fellow disciples and I destroy the Hell Path and find your true form, he will make the decision himself.

"Anyway, I've already infused it with the branches of the Jianmu tree and the divine power of Cihuai. Soon, the masters within will be able to open a passage directly to the Hell Realm."

Finally, he didn't forget to shake the extra chain on his wrist, made of a love song and shimmering with celestial light, which was wrapped around the senior brother's wrist.

"Although it may be presumptuous of me to say this, Senior Brother, you are now essentially my prisoner and have no choice in the matter."

The eldest brother looked at the Love Song Chain on Li Ye's wrist with an incredulous gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "Although I haven't learned the Mountain Spirit, I cultivate the Ritual Soul, so I shouldn't be affected by you no matter what, right?"

Li Ye did not answer.

He simply said, "Today is a joyous occasion for Fellow Daoist Wen as he moves into his new home. Why bring up these matters? Senior Brother, you've made everyone unhappy, and that's all your fault."

The eldest brother immediately showed a somewhat guilty expression.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fellow Daoist Wen: "This matter was indeed my fault, Fellow Daoist Wen, please do not take offense—unfortunately, I have nothing of value to offer, I can only give you a few pointers."

"Fellow Daoist's rebirth should come from the method in the Bamboo Spirit Scroll, which is actually the result of research on the power of compassion."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be able to enable many living beings to reproduce, right?"

Surprisingly, it was Fox Girl who blushed first upon hearing this.

Although she was dressed in coarse linen clothes, her fox spirit essence remained. Her shy demeanor was truly breathtaking, like a flower blushing in the moonlight, and she possessed an undeniable beauty, with the subtle roundness of a delicate flower that had been watered.

"Heh." Wei Qingye smiled meaningfully.

Dual cultivation is not a shameful matter that cannot be discussed among cultivators. In fact, it is highly recommended among prestigious sects.

Taoism has always valued the harmony of Yin and Yang.

Yin alone cannot grow, and Yang alone cannot produce.

Even Wei Qingye had been forced by his master to meet quite a few nice female cultivators, so he could only take advantage of Li Ye's call to hide over there.

Going sightseeing with those women is nothing compared to drinking tea and chatting with Brother Li here.

Wen Daoyou grasped the fox girl's hand tightly and nodded: "Exactly."

“That makes sense.” After a moment of contemplation, the eldest brother said, “Your power should be able to affect all sentient beings, after all, your own body is made of ink and gold sand.”

Or rather, it would be best to help those special and rare sentient beings.

The natural order of this world is flourishing. Your ability to help those beings grow stronger benefits the world, and you will find things much easier for yourself in the future.

"A rare, sentient being?"

Wen Daoyou repeated the sentence, then suddenly his eyes lit up as he looked at Li Ye: "Fellow Daoist Li, the iron pot you gave me should be considered a spiritual object, right?"

"Of course." Li Ye had actually thought of that immediately as well.

That thing was actually created by him using the "Nine Songs: Lady Xiang" to awaken the spirit of an iron pot mixed with Kongming ore.

It's strange to say.

After he had complete control over "Xiang Lady", its spiritual power was not directed at all objects, but rather at commonly used household objects.

Pots, pans, tables, chairs, benches, firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

In any case, any commonly used household item can inspire wisdom.

However, activating these items requires a great deal of merit. For example, a pot like this requires a full thousand taels of merit to activate.

You have to understand that other items are at most a dozen or a hundred, and it's very rare for them to be more than a hundred—but this is just a pot!
The only consolation is that this thing is at least a species that has never appeared in the world before, and at least I received one hundred taels of merit from the sect, so I can say that I recouped one-tenth of my investment.

Wen Daoyou has already brought the big pot.

Without hesitation, he slashed his wrist with his sword, letting the blood drip down.

The blood droplets, crimson yet imbued with a crystalline spiritual power, surged with a vitality bordering on the eerie, like tiny suns.

Every drop is essence and blood.

It is important to know that the reason why essence blood is called essence blood is because even physical cultivators need to cultivate and refine themselves to produce essence blood. The loss of essence blood is a very serious matter for cultivators.

It may even require rare and precious herbs and special elixirs to recover.

Last time when he bled out the blood, he had to squeeze out the essence blood. How come this time, with just a slight cut, it was all essence blood?
"Comfortable."

As Wen Daoyou bled, he let out a long sigh, his tone languid and content: "I can feel the vitality in my body growing every moment. It feels much better to let the blood out."

The eldest brother frowned slightly.

"Although my junior brother helped you make up for some of your deficiencies, your body, which is like ink and gold sand, seems to have an excessively strong balance of yin and yang."

"So much so that life is constantly being generated."

"The ink painting of Bamboo Spirit Scroll is yin within yang, while Jinsha is yang within yin."

"Well……"

At this point, the senior brother suddenly stopped and switched to telepathy, saying to Li Ye, "The real golden sand is actually an extremely yang substance, a treasure formed from the condensation of sunlight in the waters of the Eastern Extreme Yang Sea."

If you find the real gold sand later, you can help him transform the ink into an extremely yin substance corresponding to his soul. In this way, he should be able to control the overflowing life force.

It’s time to say it or not.

This is the benefit of having someone to guide you.

He had previously doubted the essence of ink painting, but now it seems that it may be the "yang spirit" left behind by the soul, representing the purest remaining vitality.

It is presented simply in the style of ink painting.

Just like when I entered the Hungry Ghost Realm and found that the entire realm was made of ink wash, the so-called Ghost Realm must be a special cave built with yin within yang.

Only when Yin and Yang are in harmony can the soul remain in the world; otherwise, the mind will be devoured by Yin energy sooner or later.

Upon hearing this, Li Ye's doubts were somewhat relieved. While looking at the "Tai Sui" that had appeared on the iron pot, he asked, "Senior brother, do you know where we can obtain the Undying People, the Crimson Spring, and the Sweet Wood?"

“Naturally, it’s the Mountain and Sea Realm of the Upside-Down Heaven.” The eldest brother answered without hesitation: “You’ll get a chance when you reach the mid-Golden Core stage. You can ask Master more questions then; he knows that place very well.”

Mid-stage Golden Core.

It seems like it'll be soon.

It might only take a few years.

As Li Ye was pondering, he saw small iron pots emerging from the iron pot, bouncing on the ground, each about the size of a baby's palm.

It actually looks kind of cute.

[Name]: Golden Ink Blood Iron Pot Tai Sui
[Mood]: Happy, want to jump around, need food.

[Status]: A Tai Sui spirit born from the unparalleled spiritual energy of the Water Ink Gold Sand Body and the demon spirit of the Iron Pot, it naturally possesses some of the abilities of its "mother". They need the life-giving water of their mother to grow, and the different Yin and Yang yin energies they absorb during their growth will transform them into different Yin and Yang bodies.

Once fully mature, they can reproduce and thrive under certain conditions.

Furthermore, the "gas" provided by cooking food helps them grow.

He squinted, pulling himself out of his thoughts, his tone somewhat strange.

"You gave birth really quickly."

"Fellow Daoist Wen."

These words left Wen Daoyou somewhat helpless. Looking at the small iron pots bouncing on the ground, he felt a strange sense of connection... like blood ties.

The two children felt particularly close to these iron pots.

They crouched down, poked at the baby, and quietly asked, "Are these my younger brother or sister?"

Only Fox Girl looked completely bewildered.

No, how did I suddenly have a child? And now I have an iron pot as a "sister"? How am I supposed to cook with an iron pot from now on?
Even Wei Qingye was seeing for the first time that his junior brother had such a terrifying ability. He could barely understand how the combination of yin and yang energies could give birth to spiritual objects, but to be able to make an iron pot give birth to a baby was something else entirely.

This is simply unheard of.

Even among the demon race, such a thing is extremely rare, right?
The eldest brother examined it with great interest. To be honest, such beings were not uncommon in the Hell Realm.

After all, the methods in the Bamboo Spirit Scroll originated from the Hell Path.

However, due to the flaws in the method of creating the ink-and-gold-sand style, the "creatures" created are naturally also flawed, lacking intelligence and only able to live in a daze.

Nowhere else can you find such a spirited creature as these iron pots.

It really seemed to be a kind of spirit race whose appearance was exactly the same as an iron pot.

I just don't know what abilities they have.
……

After we finished eating.

Wen Daoyou originally wanted to take his sister Guomei, sister Humei, and child for a walk in the yard, but Guomei refused him and instead went with sister Humei to study how to make delicious pastries.

As the creator of the Iron Pot Spirit, Li Ye could naturally sense that the Iron Pot seemed to prefer the lady of the house—probably because in most situations, it was women who did the cooking.

After all, it is a pot itself.

As for Wen Daoyou?
The Iron Pot Demon seemed indifferent to him.

Moreover, it seems to be somewhat resistant to Wen Daoyou's essence and blood, and it's estimated that it will need a period of rest and recuperation before it can conceive the Little Iron Pot Tai Sui again.

So Wen Daoyou could only take the little iron pot Tai Sui and the two children for a walk in the yard.

Li Ye followed behind Wei Qingye.

They saw those iron pot-shaped Tai Sui, which should still be in their infancy, on the road, swallowing anything that could be used as food into their bodies, and walking around like flipping a wok.

In no time, they had prepared a food dish that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious, though it was a little small.

Two children with wagging tails followed behind, eating as they walked. It was unclear whether they were their younger brother or sister.

Although they are still small, they are in no way inferior when it comes to making food. The recipes, fire control power, and spatial power that their "mother" was instilled with by Li Ye seem to have been completely inherited.

It is important to understand that the definition of a race is the ability to pass on knowledge.

The most typical example of the human race is that it has passed down its traditions from generation to generation, which is how it built such a magnificent world of cultivation. Without passing down traditions, it cannot be considered a complete race.

Although the iron pot Tai Sui has only been around for two generations, it has already acquired the ability to be passed down through generations.

Wei Qingye looked at the food.

A hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes as he murmured to himself:
"I really want to raise one."

He used to be one of the most common sword cultivators, who would eat whatever he wanted or even abstain from grains altogether.

However, after staying with Li Ye for a while, the dazzling array of delicacies brought by the beavers every day spoiled his appetite.

Now he feels like something is missing if he doesn't eat something good every day. Last time he went to the demon race to kill dozens of demon beasts to loosen his muscles, he ended up roasting venison.

As a result, several of them were snatched up by the senior students who were with them.

"You want to raise it? I can help you. Don't worry about not being able to raise it properly."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingye's eyes lit up.

He wasn't worried about whether Fellow Daoist Wen would disagree, after all, he was confident in his abilities.

His only worry was whether he could raise these little guys well, but with Li Ye's help, it really wouldn't be a problem.

Li Ye nodded; he was genuinely considering the issue of releasing the animals to be raised by others.

These iron pots were created to make all kinds of delicious dishes, and the stove energy formed by the gathering of countless ingredients is very helpful to them.

Although the Four Seasons Sect has a rich culinary heritage, good food is about combining the strengths of many different schools. Different regions have different customs and habits, so their cuisine will naturally vary as well.

Following Wei Qingye, this powerful sword cultivator, I can not only cook new delicacies everywhere, but also consume metals nurtured by sword energy. I guess some special changes will occur.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

The only problem is that during their growth, the little iron pot jujubes need their mother's life-giving water—you can imagine what that is.

It is probably a spiritual substance similar to breast milk.

This requires a lot of preparation, and it's estimated that it will also require the use of formations or some treasures for teleportation.

Think of this.

He simply called out to Wen Daoyou, "Brother Wen, you must have heard what we were discussing. Let Brother Wei adopt one."

He'll take care of it, so you should be able to rest assured.

Wen Daoyou naturally heard Li Ye's words. These were, after all, little lives born from his own blood and essence, and he naturally hoped that these children could have a good home.

At the same time, he was quite clear that he couldn't keep raising them forever—Fox Girl had already worked hard enough, and it would be a bit unreasonable to ask her to raise someone else's "children".

"it is good."

He nodded, and with a reluctant look in his eyes, gently picked up the most lively little iron pot-shaped jujube and handed it to Wei Qingye.

"You must be a good boy and listen to Uncle Wei."

The little iron pot-shaped Tai Sui, which had been struggling, calmed down after hearing these words and obediently stayed in Wei Qingye's hand, though it blinked its eyes, still looking rather pitiful.

Wen Daoyou also looked sorrowful.

The father and son gazed at each other with deep affection.

The other small iron pots, the Tai Sui, and the two children nearby also stopped and became less lively.

An atmosphere of sorrow spread.

This scene, resembling a separation of blood relatives, made Li Ye frown and feel uneasy.

He originally intended to assign the other small iron pots to work in the cave where the autumn harvest food boxes were made.

But looking at it like this...

Is the connection of blood really that close and special?

What could possibly cause such sorrow in fellow Daoist Wen and Little Iron Pot Tai Sui?
He hesitated for a moment.

(End of this chapter)