Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"Hmph!" Manager Tian sneered at Zhao Yuan, who was huddled at the back, "We're both cultivators of spiritual plants, both at the Qi Refining stage, but look at Shen Feng! Not only does he manage the Purple Fireworks Field perfectly, but he also possesses such miraculous healing abilities!"

"And look at you! You idle away your days, only knowing how to hire others to do the work, and you can't even detect the most basic anomalies in the earth's veins! If it weren't for Shen Feng today, we would both be punished!"

Zhao Yuan lowered his head, his face turning a deep purplish-red, but dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

"Let me tell you, if you're still behaving like this in next month's assessment, don't embarrass yourself at Wuzhuang Temple! Go back to your family; Wuzhuang Temple doesn't keep good-for-nothings!"

Manager Tian's words were extremely harsh, showing no mercy to Zhao Yuan whatsoever.

The surrounding servants and plant growers cast glances of schadenfreude and disdain.

Zhao Yuan felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and he was so ashamed and indignant that he wanted to die. He was considered a proud son of the family, and he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Yes... This disciple knows his mistake and will certainly correct it."

Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

Manager Tian ignored him, gave Shen Feng a few more words of encouragement, and then led everyone away.

After the crowd had gone far away, Shen Feng put away the spirit stones and pills, turned around and went back into the house with a calm expression. He never took Zhao Yuan, this clown, seriously.

However, he did not see that not far behind him, Zhao Yuan slowly raised his head, staring at his back. His eyes, which were originally filled with fear and shame, gradually turned into resentment and distortion.

"Shen Feng... is just a rogue cultivator with no foundation. What gives him the right to step on my head...?"

Zhao Yuan stared intently at the bottle of Spiritual Essence Pills in Shen Feng's hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of greed and jealousy.

……

The door was tightly closed, isolating the noise and prying eyes of the outside world.

Shen Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, his palms outstretched. He had already put away the Heart-Clearing Pill given to him by the young Daoist, intending to use it to stabilize his soul in the future. The bottle of Spiritual Essence Pill given to him by Steward Tian was quietly placed in his hand. The porcelain bottle was slightly cool, and he could vaguely feel the warm spiritual energy emanating from the pill inside through the bottle.

"Linghua Pill, which strengthens the foundation and nourishes the vital energy, is indeed an excellent medicine for breaking through the bottleneck in the Qi Refining stage."

Shen Feng murmured, casually putting the porcelain bottle into his storage bag, without rushing to take it.

The foundation of this clone has been honed to an extremely solid level. With the aid of this bottle of Spirit Essence Pill, future breakthroughs will be a natural progression.

Besides that, what he values ​​even more is the change in his status within the outer sect after today.

The news of the revival of the Moonflower Grass spread faster than the wind, reaching the entire Outer Sect's Spirit Plant Academy in less than half a day.

Those servants who had previously complained about his doubled monthly salary all fell silent.

In the afternoon, Manager Tian specially sent someone to deliver another new waist tag.

The plaque is neither made of wood nor gold, but of jade, with the words "Earth Spirit" engraved on the back.

This is the qualification certificate for entering the Earth Spirit Herb Garden.

The spiritual fields outside the Wuzhuang Temple are divided into three grades: spiritual soil, earth spiritual soil, and heaven spiritual soil.

The Purple Firework Field that Shen Feng had previously tended was only at the level of spiritual soil, while the Earth Spirit Herb Garden was the true core production area of ​​the outer sect, where rare spiritual herbs were planted, and occasionally there were even experimental fields personally cultivated by the elders of the outer sect.

Most importantly, the location of the Diling Herb Garden is already halfway up the mountain.

There, only a few miles away from the main root system of the ginseng fruit tree.

"Take it one step at a time, don't rush it."

Shen Feng composed himself, hung up his waist token, and naturally noticed Zhao Yuan's resentful gaze. However, faced with the absolute difference in strength and status, the jealousy of a petty clown could only lead to his own destruction.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls.

As midnight approached, the immense rhythm deep within the earth resounded once more.

Although the earth spirit tide was no longer as violent as it had been the previous two days, the lingering spiritual energy that surged forth like a tide was becoming increasingly mellow and enduring.

Shen Feng closed his eyes, and his breathing instantly became long and shallow.

As the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" was activated, the pores of his body opened, absorbing the surrounding free-floating wood spiritual energy.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the nascent, dark yellow Samadhi Wind, enveloped by the abundant life force of the Wood element in the Wuzhuang Temple, is undergoing a fundamental transformation.

In the Five Elements, wood generates fire. Although the Samadhi Divine Wind belongs to the wind, it contains the ferocity of fire. The Qi of Yi Wood flows in continuously, not to suppress the ferocity of the wind, but to integrate into the essence of the wind.

"The wind has no constant force, and water has no constant shape."

Shen Feng understood immediately.

If one only knows how to be fierce, then one is merely a killing knife, ultimately falling into inferiority. The true Samadhi Divine Wind should be like the breath of heaven and earth, capable of transforming into a fierce gale that can destroy the world, or into a gentle spring breeze that nourishes all things silently.

The delicate manipulation I used to treat the Moonflower today was an initial attempt at this understanding.

"Refine!"

With a thought, Shen Feng felt the whirlwind in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly accelerate.

At the center of the dark yellow wind, a hint of green gradually emerged. This green was not an impurity, but a product of the fusion of the wood elemental energy and the divine wind.

As time went by, this azure aura spread rapidly, gradually cleansing the originally turbid and violent wind evil.

After an unknown amount of time, the air inside the room suddenly froze.

Shen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of light, intertwined with green and yellow, flashed and disappeared deep in his pupils.

He raised his right hand and gently tapped it with his index finger.

Three feet in front of his fingertips, an oil lamp that had long been extinguished suddenly ignited without a flame, and the flame spread outwards, forming a blooming fire lotus.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Feng flipped his wrist and made a grasping motion with his five fingers.

The fiery lotus instantly dissipated, turning into countless tiny sparks that arranged themselves in formation in the air, dancing up and down at his will, as agile as living fireflies.

"Disperse."

A soft shout.

All the sparks vanished instantly, leaving not a trace of smoke, as if they had never existed.

"It's done."

Shen Feng looked at his palm, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

After being refined by the spiritual energy of the Yi Wood element at Wuzhuang Temple for several days, the nascent form of the Samadhi Divine Wind finally shed its original wildness and became completely as responsive as an extension of its own limb.

The original Samadhi Divine Wind was a fierce tiger descending the mountain, domineering and incomparable. Now, the wind has become an obedient dragon, combining strength and gentleness, and doing as it pleases.

"Although the power of this wind is still weak and not even a fraction of the original, its control has reached a sublime level. In the future, whether it is fighting or cultivating spiritual plants, it will be much easier to handle."

Shen Feng looked inward at himself.

Within his dantian, spiritual energy was extremely abundant, and the originally gaseous magical power had begun to show signs of liquefaction.

The cultivation is complete.

This clone's cultivation finally reached the peak of the Qi Refining stage during this night of enlightenment.

The next step is to refine the spirit.

"No rush."

Shen Feng suppressed his intention to break through.

"It would be safer to consolidate our position for the next few days and then break through using the medicinal power of the Moon Essence Pill."

……

The next day, Shen Feng got up and opened the window.

The mountain breeze in the early morning, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, wafted over him, invigorating him.

at the same time.

Hundreds of miles away, in a quiet room of an inconspicuous inn in Aokibo City.

Fan Yuan slowly opened his eyes. "Wuzhuang Temple, I was right to come here."