Living a peaceful life in the world of cultivation

These past few days, the neighborhood monks have been talking about it.

A plant enthusiast in the West District found a treasure at the freelance market.

They actually purchased a first-grade low-level Cloud Water Array for thirty low-grade spirit stones.

Even though the origin of the Cloud and Water Formation is unknown and its flags bear bloodstains, it still attracted the envy of the surrounding rogue cultivators.

That's a formation! A formation that can protect the courtyard. With such a formation, I can sleep soundly every night.

Everyone was so envious and jealous of the plant master in the West District who had gotten a lucky break that they wanted to take his place.

"The plant master I met that day was a cultivator from the Western District."

"Ha, isn't that even more problematic?"

"West District cultivators, are you here to buy things at the East District's freelance cultivator market?"

Lu Ping sneered inwardly. The outer area of ​​Yunzhufang City is roughly divided into four regions: east, west, south, and north. The west and east regions are arranged opposite each other. What is a spirit plant master from the west region doing in the east region?

What incredible luck! That West District plant master stumbled upon a great bargain the moment he arrived at the East District freelance cultivator market.

Even if it were true, Lü Ping remained unmoved.

When purchasing formations, he would only go to the Treasure Pavilion, as its reputation is guaranteed and it wouldn't target his powerful faction.

Lu Ping raised his hand and caught a fallen leaf, feeling the snowflakes in his palm slowly melting.

Snowing.

At first, only fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky and landed on his body. Due to the cultivator's strong physique and hot blood, they immediately melted.

Without further ado, the snowflakes grew denser, leaving a few white spots on the gray-green leaves of the Iron Sword Orchid.

"It's snowing."

Lu Ping stroked Da Huang's fur and murmured, "It's snowing. The land reclamation project will most likely have to begin soon."

As autumn approached, the fur on Big Yellow's body began to grow thicker and thicker, feeling soft and warm to the touch.

Although Lü Ping was a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator with a strong physique, and the cold had little effect on him, he still liked to pet Big Yellow.

【Master, this feels so good, hehe.】

Dahuang thoroughly enjoyed the compliantness and nuzzled up to let Lü Ping stroke it.

"You idiot," Lü Ping said with a laugh.

Wow, it's snowing! Sisters, I really want to see it!

Be careful, little sister, don't get cold.

The seeds of the Moon-Closing Flower have just been planted and haven't sprouted yet, which is a pity, as we won't be able to see the first snowfall.

[It's snowing in Wuhu!]

Huan Chuncao is still like a carefree child.

Snow? Perfect for sharpening my sword.

The intertwined leaves of three Cymbidium goeringii plants parted to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, like a proud swordsman reaching out to grasp the falling snowflakes.

Has it snowed?

The cloud-patterned bamboo, already as tall as a person, shakes its body, revealing the cloud patterns hidden on its nodes and leaves, which reflect the snowflakes in the air.

【Um. 】

Ok?

This seems to be the inner voice of the Crimson Blood Ginseng. Something sounds off, so Lü Ping gets up to check.

In the Crimson Blood Ginseng region, snowflakes melt into water before they even touch the ground, thanks to the rich and fiery blood energy within the area. It is the only relatively moist patch of soil among the three spiritual lands.

Because the body is buried in the spiritual soil, only the deep blue-red leaves of the Crimson Blood Ginseng can be seen, resembling flesh and veins. The edges of the leaves have patterns like blood streaks.

Lu Ping investigated one by one and found that the strange sound came from two Crimson Blood Ginseng plants planted in the same place.

The spiritual sense pierced through the body and saw the sight of two crimson ginseng roots, which startled the person.

The two ginseng roots of the Crimson Blood Ginseng were intertwined, like lovers in the throes of passion, eager to rub against each other as if they were about to drain each other dry.

"Is this... for reproduction and propagation?"

"But it's not spring now."

Lu Ping was filled with doubt; this was not the time for all things to revive.

[The Crimson Blood Ginsengs are currently devouring each other. Those that survive the process and mature have medicinal properties surpassing those of normally cultivated Crimson Blood Ginsengs.]

"Wow, I thought you two were a couple deeply in love."

"I thought you two were having a passionate encounter, but it turns out you just wanted to eat each other up."

By sheer accident, two Crimson Blood Ginseng roots were placed on the same piece of flesh for cultivation, which unexpectedly unlocked a new 'cultivation method'.

Upon learning that he could cultivate a better quality Red Blood Ginseng, Lü Ping did not stop the two Red Blood Ginseng from intertwining, allowing the two "new ginsengs" to freely develop in the "dormitory".

After all, the better quality Crimson Blood Ginseng will receive a better light cluster reward.

thump—

thump—

thump—

The bell tolled heavily and urgently, one twang after another, each higher than the last, coming from the summit of Yunzhu Mountain like the beating of war drums. The sound waves echoed through the surrounding mountains, and the withered yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another.

This foreshadows the start of the rebellious cultivators' expedition to clear the land.

Lu Ping pushed open the courtyard gate, where Zhao Dashan was saying goodbye to Xu Cui and Zhao Xiaofan.

"Cui Niang, don't worry. The Li family is taking this land reclamation very seriously. It's said that a Foundation Establishment ancestor will be participating. Moreover, the Li family is providing free healing pills and defensive talismans for the cultivators participating in this land reclamation."

Xu Cui didn't speak, but silently straightened Zhao Dashan's robes.

Zhao Dashan patted Zhao Xiaofan's head, his eyes full of affection.

"Xiao Fan, stay home and finish your cultivation studies properly. Listen to your mother. When you have time, go find your Uncle Ping and ask him to teach you how to stay safe in the market."

Zhao Xiaofan nodded repeatedly and hugged Zhao Dashan's leg tightly.

After spending some time with his wife and children, Zhao Dashan came to stand in front of Lü Ping.

"Ah Ping, if it were me..."

Before Zhao Dashan could speak, Lü Ping interrupted him, forbidding Zhao Dashan from raising the flag.

"Brother Dashan, we'll wait for you to come back. Then we brothers will have a good drink together."

Lu Ping gave Zhao Dashan a bear hug and heard him whisper in his ear that if he did not return, he should help Xu Cui out of consideration for their relationship.

Lu Ping nodded, said nothing more, and watched Zhao Dashan leave.

Rain and snow are falling; our journey to the Snow Toad Mountains is fraught with uncertainty, our fate unknown.

Under the watchful eyes of the three men, Zhao Dashan turned and left to rejoin the team that was clearing the land.

A full quarter of an hour of silence followed.

Lu Ping turned to Xu Cui and Zhao Xiaofan: "Sister-in-law, the snow is getting heavier."

"Xiao Fan has just started cultivating and his body is weak. He cannot withstand the falling snow of the Snow Toad Mountain Range."

"Brother Dashan will surely return safely."

"Of course, Uncle Ping. My dad is the most powerful demon hunter in this area. He'll definitely kill a lot of demons during this exploration and bring back a lot of puppies for me. I'll give one of them to you then."

Zhao Xiaofan gestured wildly, his face full of admiration for Zhao Dashan; Xu Cui's eyes were red and she was choked up. After apologizing to Lü Ping, she took Zhao Xiaofan home.

Smelling the aroma of burning bamboo charcoal in the air, Lü Ping turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Back inside, snow was falling heavily outside in the courtyard.

Lu Pingan sat cross-legged on the bed.

On the table, a pure white jade-like bottle of moon dew was filled with crystal-clear moon dew.

It takes three or four days to collect a bottle of Moon Dew.

The Qingxin Jade, about the size of a small stone, is pure white and warm to the touch, with a color like mutton fat. It is hung on a red thread, like a jade pendant, and placed against the heart.

Moonlight dew dripped into my eyes, its coolness stimulating my senses.

Having mastered the [Mysterious Sword Forging Divine Technique], his spiritual consciousness felt as if it were in a furnace, or being hammered...