Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Before the spirits and seeds arranged by the round-faced Taoist nun could arrive, Wang Quan released paper figures that transformed into palace maids to guard the surroundings.

He himself sat on a cloud formed from the seventy-two paths of smoke and dust, cultivating himself.

He first gathered some clouds and smoke to fill the spell.

A little bit of moonlight was gathered to condense magical power.

He had only been practicing the technique for half an hour when the thought of his Yin Spirit undergoing a transformation began to disturb him.

Then his spirit entered the second world to cleanse several evil spirits, before returning to the present world to gather clouds and moonlight for cultivation.

And so it goes.

At dawn, after gathering eleven wisps of purple energy in one go, he finally saw the team arranged by the round-faced Taoist nun.

A dark cloud, covering an area of ​​about an acre, drifted in.

As the dark clouds descended, hundreds of monsters, including rabbits, earthworms, bees, dung beetles, cow spirits, pig spirits, and black and white bears, came down.

These spirits chattered and looked around, their faces full of curiosity and excitement.

Besides the spirits, there were also three or four human cultivators.

A female monk cracked her whip, yelling, "Quiet down!"

"Shut up!"

Under the whip, the monsters immediately shut up and lined up quietly.

A male cultivator approached Wang Quan and asked, "Are you Brother Sahua?"

Wang Quan nodded, then took the identity token and verified it against the other party's token to confirm their identities.

After a short while, the male cultivator smiled and asked, "Brother Scattering Flowers, how many Hazy Grasses do you plan to plant?"

Wang Quan pointed to the small hill at his feet and said, "The more the better!"

According to Taoist scriptures, the more hazy grass there is and the older it is, the better the effect of purifying the mind and reducing desires; in this way, carving the [Yang Shen Jing] will be more efficient.

The male cultivator nodded: "Then let's plant the entire mountain with Misty Grass!"

"But this makes the price quite expensive."

Wang Quan had just received his wages and was now flush with cash, so he confidently asked, "How much?"

The male cultivator smiled and said, "In the early stages, a million Qingfu will suffice; later, ten thousand Qingfu per month will be enough. We will leave seven or eight spirits to help you manage it, ensuring that the many Misty Grasses grow vigorously."

Wang Quan nodded.

This is not much different from the price the round-faced Taoist nun mentioned.

"good!"

The male monk was secretly delighted.

Because these days, there are very few customers who don't haggle over prices.

He only encountered one person like Wang Quan who readily agreed, a whole year had passed.

"Brother Scattering Flowers, although the Misty Grass is very resilient, in order for it to grow well, it must be planted with a spiritual plant called Spirit Vein Grass."

"This Spirit Vein Grass can generate spiritual energy and improve the earth's veins. If enough are planted and allowed to grow for a long enough time, it might even give birth to tiny spiritual veins in the earth!"

"Spiritual veins..."

Boom!Boom!

Wang Quan tapped the box containing the kidneys, producing a crisp sound: "Fellow Daoist, your duty is to cultivate the Misty Grass well!"

"The rest... need no further explanation!"

The monk nodded quickly, "Okay!"

After a short while, he called over a few other cultivators and discussed the matter in hushed tones. Then, a female cultivator released several mirrors into the air to investigate the mountain's veins.

A monk opened the box and released hundreds of pairs of eyes.

Numerous eyes, gleaming with golden light, surveyed every corner of the hill.

There were also monks chanting scriptures, then stomping their feet, from which a cloud of yellow smoke billowed up: the yellow smoke covered the hill.

At this moment, a cultivator suddenly said, "Workers, I'll mark the rocks; you clear them away!"

"Ugh!"

The monk waved his sleeve, and dozens of kingfishers flew out, chirping as they landed on the rocks.

Black bears, cattle, horses, baboons, and other monsters swarmed forward, pulling out large hammers and smashing them relentlessly.

Clang, clang, clang, the stone was smashed.

The cultivator who released yellow smoke took to the air, landed on a yellow cloud, and then took a command flag and waved it around.

Earthworms, aardvarks, moles, and other creatures began to roam the mountain, turning over the soil.

Rabbits, foxes, snakes, and other spirits were not idle either; they began to break up stones and fill in the ravines.

Finally, there were a dozen or so dung beetle spirits running all over the place, pushing their scattered droppings to form huge dung balls.

As Wang Quan's thoughts raced, the "Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust" rose into the sky, and many paper palace maids also landed on the smoke and dust. They peeked out and looked around, just like real living beings.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Around noon, the huge mountain was flattened quite a bit by the work of hundreds of monsters.

At this moment, a cultivator opened his treasure pouch and took out a box.

He lit sandalwood incense and offered it as a sacrifice to the box.

With the next breath, the box opened, and handfuls of seeds flew out.

These seeds, arranged neatly, fell from the sky.

At this moment, the dung beetles suddenly moved.

They beat the dung balls as if they were drumming.

call out!

call out!

Tiny dung balls separated from the large dung ball, rose into the air, and then split again, enveloping each seed.

The seeds fell, landing in the soil, in the cracks of rocks, and in piles of rubble.

Below, spirits such as earthworms, aardvarks, and groundhogs roam, burying the seeds.

Everything seemed to be in perfect order.

In just half an hour, the seeds were all sown.

Monoblots were seen frantically munching on grass and trees, and then constantly defecating.

The dung beetle pushes its dung ball, running all over the mountain and scattering the dung.

A dozen leafhoppers, each the size of an adult's fist, took to the air, spraying urine wherever they went, nourishing the earth.

Finally, the monks began chanting scriptures, burning incense and praying, dancing in rituals, and casting spells.

A small amount of rain fell in one area.

The rain, misty and fine, irrigates the mountaintops.

Wang Quan frowned because the spell these cultivators were using was called the "Spring Rain Sprout Spell," a spell specifically designed to urge seeds to grow and sprout; however, the version was too low, roughly equivalent to the Three Thousand Dao Scripture version.

"How long does it take for those hazy grasses to sprout?"

A female nun smiled and said, "Three days!"

"At most three days, the Misty Grass and the Spirit Vein Grass will take root and sprout at the same time."

Wang Quan shook his head: "Too slow!"

"Can you hurry up?"

The female cultivator's smile froze: "Brother Dao... you've already done very quickly!"

Wang Quan sighed, "Too slow!"

"I can't wait that long!"

The next second, he chanted scriptures and cast the [Spring Rain Sprout Technique].

After reciting dozens of Taoist incantations, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of magical power.

boom!

The magic exploded, transforming into a sky full of spring rain, which drizzled down and enveloped the entire hill.

The monks who were casting the spell were stunned.

One of them reached out and touched the fallen spring rain. After carefully sensing it, his expression changed slightly: "This guest also used the [Spring Rain Sprout Technique]."

The other cultivators remained silent.

Because this [Spring Rain Sprout Technique] is not an offensive spell, it is quite obscure among the 108,000 spells in the Lower Academy; even among proper cultivators, very few have mastered it.

This magic is their bread and butter. When they help new cultivators cultivate spiritual herb gardens, this skill is enough to make many of them envious.

Many of their colleagues were supported by the New Law Manor, and they performed similar spells several times a day to accelerate the production of spiritual medicines.

The work is easy, and the pay is good.

Now it's great, the guests themselves know this magic.

Moreover, just by looking at the spell's range and casting speed, it's clear that the opponent's version is much more advanced than theirs.

Several cultivators muttered to themselves, "The guests are using better food than we are; they're probably going to deduct our wages!"

"If he really cuts our wages, should we resort to violence to demand our pay?"

At this moment, Wang Quan spoke up: "Don't just stand there, cast the spell together."

"Get the Misty Grass to grow as quickly as possible!"

Several cultivators sighed.