Living a peaceful life in the world of cultivation

[One mid-grade Tier 1 Crimson Blood Ginseng has been harvested. Its condition is excellent. Reward: Tier 1 Secret Technique - Blood Burning Technique.]

[One mid-grade Tier 1 Crimson Blood Ginseng has been harvested. It is of good quality. Reward: one cluster of spiritual energy.]

Two white orbs of light appeared one after another at the location of the Crimson Blood Ginseng, shimmering slightly as if reminding Lü Ping to pick them up.

Lu Ping lightly touched the white orb containing the secret technique and immediately understood the effect of the Blood Burning Technique.

[Blood Burning Technique, a first-tier secret technique. It uses a cultivator's blood and qi as fuel, burning this fuel to unleash tremendous power in a short period.]

The more vigorous a cultivator's vital energy and the stronger their physical body, the greater the power they can unleash.

This method uses a cultivator's vital energy as a medium, which will have a negative impact on the cultivator's future path in cultivation. Use with extreme caution.

"From this perspective, it is a blood-based, life-or-death secret technique."

"However, using one's own vital energy and blood as fuel will damage the foundation."

"It is a secret technique that kills a thousand enemies but also injures eight hundred of your own."

Lü Ping thought to himself.

Once this type of secret technique has been fully developed through the experience orbs, the damage it causes will be significantly reduced.

The world of cultivation is ever-changing, and people's hearts are unpredictable. No one knows whether the peaceful status quo of yesterday will be broken tomorrow.

Rather than pinning your hopes for a stable life on vague luck, it's better to gradually "arm" yourself and improve your ability to resist risks.

As for.

Lu Ping decided to use the spiritual energy cluster produced by the other Crimson Blood Ginseng tonight. It would be perfect to see the difference between the spiritual energy cluster produced by the Crimson Blood Ginseng and that produced by the Rejuvenating Grass.

If it works well, we might switch to a different source in the future, using the spiritual energy clusters produced by the Crimson Blood Ginseng as the primary source.

"However, the advantage of the spring grass ripening once a month is enormous." Lü Ping rested his chin on his hand, pondering for a moment. "Perhaps I can change my approach."

It's not necessarily true that you can only obtain the white light cluster from a mature spiritual plant.

If we cannot find a superior alternative to the Rejuvenating Grass among spiritual plants, we might be able to find a substitute, or even a superior alternative, among spiritual beasts.

Previously, when Zhao Dashan was still working at Xiangyunlou, he had mentioned it to him.

Inside Xiangyun Tower, there is a type of chicken called the Golden Pheasant. The Golden Pheasant is a first-grade low-level spirit chicken, and its growth rate is frighteningly fast, basically the same as that of the Rejuvenating Grass.

Compared to the Rejuvenating Grass, cultivating golden pheasants has a major advantage: golden pheasants do not need to draw nutrients from the spiritual soil in the courtyard.

In this way, the spiritual soil in the courtyard will have some space, which can be used to try planting other types of spiritual plants and thus obtain different types of light orbs as rewards.

"The matter of breeding golden pheasants still needs to be considered."

Lü Ping did not immediately draw a conclusion.

Pheasants, being easy to breed and with stable sales channels, are definitely a species whose market is firmly controlled by someone. Acting rashly will only lead to unforeseen complications.

Furthermore.

Other cultivators raise golden pheasants to sell them and earn spirit stones; if he were to do the opposite and raise golden pheasants but not sell them, others would mock him. Lu Ping didn't care; what he cared about was the unfounded speculation of scheming cultivators, and that doing things this way was too abnormal.

boom.

The sound coming from the courtyard gate interrupted Lü Ping's thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, the gate of Zhao Dashan's courtyard was also knocked on.

Such actions suggest that the cultivators are from the Yunzhu Li family, therefore, Lü Ping did not use his spiritual sense casually.

Upon opening the courtyard gate, a notice was seen, firmly and prominently affixed to the door amidst the wind and snow.

The notice was written in black and white on the paper.

Patrol Guard

"This year's snow and cold have caused the mountain beasts to succumb to hunger and cold, and they frequently attack the mortal towns near the market and the spiritual farming area."

"To protect the mortals of the town, the spirit farmers of the spirit farmer region, and the many cultivators in the surrounding area."

The Li family of Yunzhu has specifically prepared to establish a patrol guard team to protect the surrounding area.

"The patrol team doesn't need to fight the monsters; they only need to report any traces of monsters they discover during their patrols to the Li family."

"Cultivators who patrol mortal towns for a full month will be rewarded with ten low-grade spirit stones for day patrols and fifteen low-grade spirit stones for night patrols; cultivators who patrol the spirit farming area for a full month will be rewarded with five low-grade spirit stones for day patrols and eight low-grade spirit stones for night patrols; cultivators who patrol the outer areas for a full month will be rewarded with three low-grade spirit stones for day patrols and five low-grade spirit stones for night patrols."

Furthermore, if the reported traces of the demonic beast are true, there will be an additional reward.

Holding the notice in his hand, Lü Ping looked up and saw that his neighbors were all discussing it enthusiastically. It was clear that they were all interested in it.

On the snow-covered alleyway, the bright red, scalding bloodstains resembled a warning line.

Lu Ping had good eyesight. Following the bright red bloodstains, he looked out and saw several monster heads hanging on the outermost edge of the market.

Several iron poles pierced straight through the monster's head, exposed to the wind and snow.

There were a total of six monster heads, one large and five small. The monster head in the middle had a broad wolf muzzle and white fangs. The wound on its neck was raw and the blood that had not yet dried dripped down the iron bar and onto the thick snow layer, smashing the snow layer into pits of different sizes.

The five young wolf demons beside them were in an even more pitiful state. Although they were still young, they were also covered in blood, their wolf eyes wide open, filled with lingering fear and despair.

Lu Ping recognized this monster as the Snow Wolf, a thriving race of monsters from the nearby Snow Toad Mountains.

The snow wolf demon beast in the center was as big as a large water vat, with a fierce aura, and must have already entered the middle level of the first rank.

The demonic beasts in the mountains, having fought countless battles, are more capable of fighting to the death than ordinary cultivators of the same cultivation level.

Cultivators often need to rely on the power of talismans, magical artifacts, and formations to safely hunt down monsters of similar value.

However, looking at the neck of the snow wolf demon in the center, the cut is smooth and even, which means that the cultivator who made the move either has a high level of cultivation or is extremely strong in combat.

Having seen the Li family cultivators heading to the mortal town, Lü Ping preferred the latter.

"horrible."

"If the cultivator who killed this snow wolf demon were to attack me, I'm afraid I'd have no choice but to summon the Golden Sword Talisman and send him to his death in one blow."

Lu Ping looked up, gave Xu Cui a slight nod, and greeted Zhao Xiaofan.

The neighbors around them began to speak in hushed tones.

"Old Zhao, you're in your fifties or sixties. Your blood and energy are declining, and your spiritual energy is probably not flowing smoothly. Why do you want to stretch your muscles and bones?"

"Sigh, Old Li, there's nothing I can do. This patrol and guard job doesn't require us to fight or kill anyone. Even though I'm in my fifties or sixties, I can still walk around the outskirts."

"It can be considered as doing my part for the safety of my neighbors."

"Pah, I think you old man are saving up for your future grandson's wife."

"Madam Wu, this patrol duty seems easy and not dangerous at all. Do you have any ideas...?"

It seems that the neighbors are not only interested, but also about to take action.

After a moment's thought, Lü Ping formed a plan in his mind...