The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

Chapter 410 Refining Spiritual Herbs and Weapons (Please Subscribe)

The usually silent Gen spoke no less than a hundred words in one breath.

in short.

You can plant spirits and medicines, and feed it as much as possible.

"Okay, okay, okay—"

Knowing its true nature, Zhu Yu guessed it was also severely depleted and in dire need of replenishment. Moreover, the more its supernatural abilities were replenished, the better the effects of planting spiritual herbs would be. He nodded repeatedly and then asked, "Do you want to cultivate the land here, or go to my 'Native Spiritual Ruins'?"

Without hesitation, Gen said, "Here." After saying that, he placed the jade box on Xiao Hei's back, leaped up, and plunged into the ground.

next moment.

Centered on the "Starry Sky Wood," a grayish-white color shimmering with seven colors rapidly expanded outwards, polluting the soil with fine, sand-like grayish-white particles wherever it passed, until it stopped after spreading over an area of ​​about three acres.

Strands of seven-colored spiritual energy gathered, and the shape of the root appeared. It flew close to Zhu Yu, said nothing, but its eyes revealed a hint of arrogance.

Before Zhu Yu could speak, Xiao Qi, who was standing on his shoulder, exclaimed in surprise, "Wow!" and hurriedly said, "Gen, you're amazing!"

It leaped down, came to the front of the main body, grabbed it, and ran into the "medicine field" that the main body had transformed into. It looked left and right, buried the main body a short distance from the edge of the "starry sky wood", like a kitten that had stolen some fish, covering its mouth and chuckling.

Zhu Yu saw through its little scheme at a glance. It wasn't that it wanted to eat "Divine Essence," but rather that it was eyeing the lunar energy drawn by "Starry Sky Wood." He didn't care, as long as it didn't fight with "Starry Sky Wood."

He squatted down and reached out to grab a handful of soil from the "medicine field" that his body had transformed into. It was warm and cool to the touch, with each grain distinct. It didn't resemble mud or dirt, but rather jade powder that had been finely polished from fine jade.

However, this small handful of grains contains immense earth energy, vitality, spiritual charm, and spiritual energy. According to his estimation, the grade of these three acres of spiritual fields is roughly equivalent to the second-tier low-grade.

However, it contains mystical properties that far surpass those of a second-grade low-level spirit field.

"The deficit is huge—"

Zhu Yu sighed inwardly. He knew that the root was originally a third-grade spirit field, but now it was only a second-grade low-grade field. One could imagine how much suffering it had endured in the past.

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His gaze softened as he looked at the little man. After a moment's thought, he conjured wisps of green smoke, which then revealed a bronze door.

The door was wide open.

Large quantities of low-grade spirit ores, such as black iron, and inferior spirit stones were poured out, piling up into two small mountains.

Gen paused for a moment, then came to his senses. His usually calm gaze turned intense as he stared at the two small hills as if they were some delicious treat, and his throat involuntarily bobbed.

Zhu Yu smiled and said, "Eat these first. If you need more, just let me know. In a few days, I'll find you some blood-based foods to change things up."

As if remembering something, he asked again, "By the way, Root, do you want to eat the 'Life Stone'?"

Having seen the Life Stone before, and finding it incredibly fragrant, Gen reluctantly turned his gaze away from the two small hills upon hearing this, nodded emphatically to Zhu Yu, and said crisply, "Eat."

He hesitated for a moment, then gently blew on his head, his voice so soft it was barely audible.

"Thank you, Master."

"Treat this place as your own home. If there's anything you want to eat, just tell your master, and your master will find it for you."

Zhu Yu smiled and patted its head. The feel was surprisingly good, so he couldn't help but pat it a couple more times before standing up. His gaze fell on the "Starry Sky Wood," and in a flash, he patted the "Starry Sky Wood" and disappeared before it could react.

Back in the fields, his smile deepened, and his gaze toward Gen became even more affectionate.

When the "Starry Sky Tree" is planted in the "Medicinal Herb Field", the fruit ripening time is shortened by another year.

In other words.

In another year, he will be able to obtain the "Starry Sky Wood" divine fruit, which is equivalent to a high-level Zerg warrior.

He was really looking forward to it.

The divinely bestowed fruit's effects are remarkable, and its value is highly anticipated.

Feeling a little embarrassed by Zhu Yu's intense gaze, Gen turned his head slightly, grabbed the jade box, and flipped it open.

A surge of spiritual energy erupted.

One by one, sparkling with vibrant spiritual energy, spiritual seeds appeared.

There are two kinds of spiritual seeds.

One type is flat and round, white like jade, with fine gold thread patterns; the other is oval, black all over, like black pearls.

At this time.

Zhu Yu leaned closer, looked at the two spiritual seeds in the box, pondered for a moment, and then knew what kind of spiritual medicine they were. He nodded slightly and smiled, "'Chongshui Zhenren' is a kind-hearted person—"

The white spiritual seed is called "Golden Silk Flower". It is a spiritual medicine for body refining and one of the auxiliary spiritual materials for various body refining pills. Its market price is twenty "Spiritual Ruins Origin" per plant.

The black spiritual seed is called "Ink Jade Grass," a water-attribute spiritual medicine. It is one of the main ingredients of "Ink Jade Pill," which enhances water-attribute spiritual bodies. Its market price is twenty-five "Spiritual Ruins Origin."

Although both types of spirit seeds are of the second-tier low grade, they are both essential spiritual materials and have no trouble finding a market for them.

Zhu Yu tilted her head slightly, looked at the little figure with his head down, and smiled, "How is it? Are you confident in planting it? Should we nurture it first? After all, you're only—"

Unexpectedly, halfway through his sentence, the little man suddenly let out a frustrated "humph," and, holding the jade box, leaped into the air above the spirit field, casually tossing it aside.

Twenty "spirit seeds" were scattered and landed precisely in the spirit field, occupying about half an acre of the field. The soil churned up and buried them.

Then, under Zhu Yu's watchful gaze, the seven-colored spiritual energy permeating the medicinal field surged towards the place where the twenty spiritual seeds were buried.

One breath, two breaths—

Suddenly a gentle breeze swept by.

The spiritual energy permeating the world seemed to be attracted by something, surging towards the location of the spiritual field, instantly forming twenty small vortexes of spiritual energy.

The calm, grayish-white sand particles suddenly surged, and a jade-colored spore emerged from it. Then, as if a chain reaction had started, spores emerged one after another.

In just a few breaths.

All twenty seedlings took root and sprouted.

The seedlings of "Golden Silk Flower" are like white jade, with two leaves. The veins of the leaves are thick and smooth, and upon closer inspection, they have golden silk-like patterns.

The seedlings of "Black Jade Grass" are dark green and have two leaves. The veins of the leaves are long and thin, and upon closer inspection, they have tiny black spots like pearls.

The wisps of spiritual energy, almost tangible, swirled like mist, revealing its extraordinary nature at a single glance.

"Supernatural power, imbued with spiritual energy—"

As Zhu Yu's thoughts flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon sensing the vibrant energy emanating from each seedling: "Truly a divine skill—"

According to the books he observed on cultivating medicinal herbs.

Second-tier spiritual herbs are not easy to grow. Not only do they require suitable spiritual fields, but if the seeds are not cultivated using special methods, nine out of ten will die if left to grow naturally.

This is one of the reasons why second-tier spiritual herbs are so valuable.

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But none of them are simple.

Upon hearing Zhu Yu's sincere praise, Gen slightly raised its head, its lips twitching almost imperceptibly before quickly regaining its composure. However, the fact that its ears twitched revealed that its inner thoughts were not as stoic as they appeared.

Zhu Yu lavished praise on Gen, and then declared that all newly opened first-tier spiritual fields in the "Upside-down Tower" would be under its jurisdiction, and it could plant whatever it wanted and do whatever it wanted.

He comforted Xiaoqi, who was glaring at him with his hands on his hips, looking dissatisfied and pouting, and told him that he would hold a fruit feast for it when the fruit ripened before leaving.

Return to the mountaintop palace.

Zhu Yu took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and decided to let the root nourish its body first. He could sense that the root had consumed a lot of energy in the process of growing the "Golden Silk Flower" and "Ink Jade Grass". Once it had recovered a bit, he would use the remaining spiritual field to plant the "Other Shore Flower" that had been analyzed.

Thinking of the cultivation method for the "Red Spider Lily," his lips twitched.

"Using human souls as seeds and the aura of the underworld as a spring, I wonder if the 'root' will even take root—"

He shook his head slightly, not thinking too much about it. He was still short of materials for the time being. He had plenty of human souls, but the "Netherworld Aura" would have to wait for "Black Tiger" to break through.

Just as he was thinking this.

A burst of laughter came from outside.

Zhu Yu looked up and saw Xiao Qing holding a string of candied hawthorns made of spirit fruits in her left hand and a piece of pastry in her right hand, eating with great enjoyment.

Xiao Bai next to her didn't eat anything, but she changed into a Lolita-style brownish-red dress, with a necklace inlaid with rubies around her neck, and complete with earrings, headdress, and so on.

Coupled with her graceful smile, from a distance she looked like a little princess straight out of a fairy tale.

And behind them.

Zhu Yi led a beautiful woman dressed in a Confucian-style dress towards them.

Upon entering the palace.

Xiao Qing ran happily to Zhu Yu, grinning as she nestled into his arms, holding up her bruised and battered candied hawthorn, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "Master, hooray hooray—hooray—"

Zhu Yu noticed the drool on the candied hawthorn, turned his head slightly, patted her head, and said gently with a smile, "Master has a toothache, she won't eat it, you eat it—"

When Xiaoqing heard that he wasn't going to eat, she happily took it back, burrowed in, sat on his lap, put the pastries on the table, grabbed the green tea on the table, and gulped it all down.

"belch--"

The little guy let out a satisfied burp, picked up a pastry and stuffed it into his mouth again. Perhaps he had enjoyed a good meal during his trip, because his little head kept bobbing and he kept giggling.

Zhu Yu sighed and ruffled her hair. She had already advanced to the second level, but it seemed that the little one's mental capacity had decreased rather than increased. He subconsciously turned to look at Xiao Bai beside him.

Seeing her graceful smile, which made her seem like a little adult, I couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Perhaps Xiaoqing was enjoying her meal too much—"

Xiao Bai smiled, twirled gracefully, blinked her beautiful blue eyes (as blue as the ocean), and looked at him expectantly.

Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood the meaning behind her gaze. Her lips twitched, and she was speechless. But seeing that her little mouth was about to pout, she quickly praised, "So beautiful, Xiao Bai looks good in anything—"

Xiao Bai's expression immediately changed from sunny to cloudy. She spun around a few more times and even danced a few steps for him. Perhaps it was because Zhu Yi and the others entered the palace that she stopped, walked to Zhu Yu's side, and nestled in his arm.

"Is it because of atavism that mental degeneration occurs?"

Zhu Yu's thoughts flashed through his mind. He ruffled the hair of the two little figures and looked at the beautiful woman who was being led into the hall by Zhu Yi.

The beautiful woman bowed gracefully and said respectfully, "Luoling greets the True Man."

Zhu Yu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Manager Luo, please don't stand on ceremony, please sit down."

"Thank you, Master Xie."

Luo Ling thanked him respectfully, sat down on one side of the chair, hesitated for a moment, and carefully asked, "May I ask what business you have with me, Master?"

Zhu Yu didn't waste any words and asked directly, "I wonder if my elder brother can forge magical artifacts?"

"Spiritual artifact—"

Luo Ling was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but for some reason, a look of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded and said, "My brother can, but—but although my brother has the skill of refining weapons, he has no place to refine them. The ordinary earth fire in our home can only be used to refine magical artifacts—"

"Just because there's a place for weapon forging, does that mean we can forge weapons?"

Zhu Yu's eyes lit up immediately. He had originally just wanted to ask and see, mainly hoping that the other party could help him refine a few spiritual weapon prototypes. He didn't expect that the other party could actually refine spiritual weapons.

But as he came to his senses, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Spiritual artifacts" cannot be forged so easily.

As far as he knew, his elder brother Luo Ling was not a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He had already used his Qi Refining cultivation to forge spiritual weapons—

While not exactly groundbreaking, it's certainly astonishing.

Zhu Yu asked solemnly, "Are you sure that just because there's a place to forge weapons, you can actually do it?"

Luo Ling hurriedly stood up and said firmly, "It can be refined."

"it is good."

Zhu Yu's solemn expression relaxed, and with a slight thought, a bronze door appeared. The door opened wide, and a clear, blood-red light flew out from it, landing on the ground and manifesting the form of a blood slave.

"Owner."

The Blood Slave said respectfully.

Zhu Yu pointed at Luo Ling, who looked uneasy, and instructed, "Take her and invite that master here. Go and come back quickly."

"It is the master."

The Blood Slave respectfully agreed, then his figure transformed into a blood-red light, swept up Luo Ling, rushed out of the palace, and disappeared in an instant.

Zhu Yu looked thoughtful, then suddenly laughed and said, "A Qi Refining cultivator who can forge 'spiritual artifacts'—interesting—"

After thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, then contacted Canghai to inquire about the Luo siblings.

The Tibetan family truly lives up to its reputation as a prominent clan.

Not long after.

Zang Hai then sent over information about Luo Ling and her brother.

Upon hearing the news, Zhu Yu frowned deeply. "It was her—" He put Xiao Qing, who was still munching on a spirit fruit, on the table, stood up, and paced back and forth with a furrowed brow.

According to news from Tibet.

The Luo siblings are no ordinary family; they come from a Foundation Establishment family affiliated with the "Meteor Tower," and their ancestors can be traced back to the heyday of the "Immortal Tomb and Spirit Ruins."

They have been renowned for their craftsmanship for generations.

However, by the time it came to the Luo siblings' father, the family had already fallen into ruin. Furthermore, their father attempted to use his Qi cultivation to forge spiritual artifacts, which not only resulted in his death but also left him with a huge debt.

Luo Ling's elder brother, Luo Yan, is no ordinary person either.

He was of sixth-grade talent and entered the inner palace. He even awakened a certain spiritual body during the Qi Refining stage. He was extremely good at refining weapons and had a small reputation.

But for some unknown reason.

Luo Yan actually left the inner palace and stayed at home for a long time, seemingly hiding from something as if he were burying his head in the sand.

The inner court from which he came was established by the "Kui Dou Zhenren".

"This is a bit troublesome—"

Thinking of the strength that Master Kuidou had demonstrated in the "Martial World," Zhu Yu suddenly felt a headache coming on. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have provoked his brother and sister.

But then I thought about how Luo Yan could refine spiritual artifacts with his Qi Refining cultivation.

My headache suddenly got even worse—

He certainly can't afford to offend Master Kuidou now, but it's just an invitation to refine a spiritual weapon, nothing serious, so Master Kuidou probably won't care.

If you care.

He should have approached them long ago when he sought them out to forge the magic sword.

With this thought in mind, Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and decided to only ask him to refine "spiritual artifacts" and ignore everything else.

moment.

A streak of blood-red light flew over and landed directly on the plaza. When the light dissipated, it revealed the Blood Slave, Luo Ling, and a middle-aged man with fiery red hair and beard, pale gold eyes, and a volatile aura.

And it was at this moment.

Foundation building realm.

A corner of the mountains, shrouded in stillness.

A bronze gate, five feet tall, stands silently.

The surrounding black and gray mist suddenly surged, and a dark figure silently appeared in front of the bronze door.