The Path to Immortality: Starting with the Growth of Bubble Fruits from the Ground

Two days later, in the middle of the night, Zhou Mu stood in front of Old Wang's door next door.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Old Wang, get up quickly, let's go to the Lingnong Conference for a lecture."

Zhou Mu roared loudly, and the courtyard gate was banged on loudly. The old man was sleeping soundly, and Zhou Mu was afraid that he would not be able to wake him up and that he would miss the appointed time.

"Bang..."

Zhou Mu dodged past the courtyard gate that was violently pushed open. Old Wang, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, glared at Zhou Mu through gritted teeth.

"You just wait, bang..."

Old Wang coldly uttered a sentence and slammed the courtyard gate shut.

Zhou Mu blinked and muttered softly, "At his age, why are his emotions so unstable?"

A moment later, Old Wang appeared, dressed in a brand-new gray robe and black boots, his full head of silver hair fluttering in the wind, looking every bit the otherworldly immortal. However, his gloomy face ruined his aura.

"It's only the middle of the night, are you trying to make me live too long?"

Seeing Old Wang's stern face, Zhou Mu said in a low voice, "That place is too far away, and I don't know the Wind Walk spell, so..."

Zhou Mu only received one skill, "Minor Cloud and Rain Technique," from the Zhou family, which they only taught him after they made him farm.

"well……"

Old Wang sighed, then pointed his finger at Zhou Mu, and a stream of magic power enveloped him. Zhou Mu immediately felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, and his body was as light as a feather.

"Think about it carefully, this spell is very simple. I really don't know what kind of life you lived before."

After saying that, Old Wang took a step three zhang away, and Zhou Mu quickly followed. The spirit fields on both sides retreated rapidly, and the two of them headed towards the distant Luoying Mountain Range one after the other.

The Lingnong Conference was held at the No. 1 Internal Affairs Hall, which was nearly a hundred miles away, and the route required passing through thousands of acres of spiritual fields.

Half an hour later, the wind magic that Old Wang had cast gradually dissipated.

Under Old Wang's astonished gaze, Zhou Mu formed hand seals and used the Wind Walk technique to rush forward.

"Good lad, you learn so fast."

The most common spell, Wind Walk, was no challenge for Zhou Mu. He only had poor spiritual root aptitude, but his comprehension was not bad. Old Wang let him experience it once, which was enough for Zhou Mu to understand the key points.

Along the way, the two encountered many spirit farmers running wildly. The spirit farmers generally had low cultivation levels and did not have many complicated relationships with each other, so they simply traveled together.

The original two-person team gradually grew into a hundred-person team, with hundreds of Ling farmers charging forward in a grand and imposing manner.

Two hours later, Zhou Mu arrived near the General Hall of Internal Affairs. It was the first time he had been so close to the Myriad Paths Sect, and he was extremely shocked.

The Luoying Mountains stretched across the sky and earth, seemingly endless, their ridges undulating and continuous, like a giant dragon crawling across the land.

A river of mist flows along the mountainside, and beneath it, buildings can be vaguely seen stacked upon each other, built against the mountain.

Occasionally, huge birds of prey would fly over the mountains and then quickly disappear into the depths of the clouds and mist.

What attracted Zhou Mu even more were the sect disciples who were constantly moving through the mountains. Some were riding long swords, while others stood on gourds, their robes fluttering in the wind.

This celestial scene filled Zhou Mu with longing.

"Is this your first time here?"

Old Wang's voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of laughter.

Zhou Mu did not turn around, but simply nodded, his eyes still fixed on the Luoying Mountain Range in the distance.

"I felt the same way the first time I came here," Old Wang patted him on the shoulder and continued, "I stood for a whole hour, my legs were numb, but I just didn't feel tired."

"Will we be allowed to go in here later?"

Zhou Mu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Old Wang laughed: "I don't have a chance, but you... might."

He pointed to a stone gate that could be vaguely seen at the foot of the mountain in the distance: "That is the mountain gate. We miscellaneous disciples can only move around the perimeter of the sect. The outer disciples occupy the foot of the mountain, while the inner disciples are halfway up the mountain."

"And what about the mountaintop?"

Old Wang remained silent for a while.

"The mountaintop..." He shook his head. "I don't know either. I've never seen it. Perhaps only the sect leader at the Golden Core stage and a few elders know what the scenery at the mountaintop is like."

"Let's go, don't think too much, it's useless, just focus on the present."

Old Wang pointed to the General Hall of Internal Affairs not far away, where large and small groups were converging from all directions.

Zhou Mu immediately composed himself and walked over with Lao Wang along with the crowd.

The main hall was very spacious, and about three thousand spirit farmers had gathered there. The spirit farmers were clearly divided into three ranks: gray robes, blue clothes, and white clothes.

The second-level spirit plant master who was supposed to be giving the lecture hadn't arrived yet, and the group gathered in twos and threes, chatting quietly.

Zhou Mu said awkwardly, "Old Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't originally coming."

Old Wang waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's alright, I haven't been here in a long time either, it's good to come and listen this time."

At his advanced age, Old Wang has reached his limit in both the cultivation of spiritual plants and his Qi refining skills, so the Spirit Farmers' Conference is no longer of any significance to him.

"Knock knock knock..."

As three chimes resounded throughout the main hall, under the watchful eyes of all the Lingnong (a group of people), an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face slowly entered the hall.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure from the Foundation Establishment stage instantly covered the entire area, and Zong Rong immediately fell silent, as if trembling with fear.

"I didn't expect Elder Qin to come and give the lecture this time. The last time he gave a lecture was five or six years ago. I'm so lucky to have you call him here this time."

Old Wang tugged at Zhou Mu's sleeve and whispered in his ear.

This was the first time Zhou Mu had ever seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he was inevitably somewhat shocked.

Elder Qin sat at the head of the central seat, and after scanning the room, his deep voice echoed throughout the hall: "Before I begin the lecture, I would like to test you on some questions."

"First, do you understand what a spirit plant master is?"

After a few moments of silence, many plant masters eagerly spoke up, vying to answer Elder Qin's questions and hoping to gain his attention.

"In my opinion, a spirit plant master is a cultivator who cultivates spirit herbs and trees, and manages spirit fields so that spirit plants can grow faster and better."

"This disciple dares to say that a spiritual plant master should respect heaven and cherish all things, nourish plants with spirit, and nurture the mind with plants, cultivating the mind and character through cultivation."

……

Zhou Mu noticed that those who answered the questions were all first-tier mid-level and high-level spirit farmers, and each had their own answers. However, Elder Qin seemed dissatisfied. He raised his hand to interrupt everyone, and then flicked his fingertips, and a green leaf-like spiritual light appeared in his hand.

Zhou Mu saw the green leaf light in mid-air trailing a long tail of flame, swirling around the heads of many spirit farmers a few times before landing in front of Zhou Mu amidst thousands of gazes.

Zhou Mu was completely stunned. Being stared at by so many people made him, who was socially anxious, feel like he was being pierced by a thousand arrows.

"You tell us what you think."

Elder Qin's calm voice rang in Zhou Mu's ears.

"What a coincidence!" Zhou Mu exclaimed inwardly, but having lived two lives, he was still not intimidated by the scene. However, he genuinely did not know what a spirit plant master was.

After a moment's thought, Zhou Mu decided to answer as he pleased: "Elder, I believe that a spirit plant master is the teacher of all kinds of spirit plants, understanding their habits and allowing them to thrive in suitable soil."

Zhou Mu paused for a moment, then said, "Simply put, they are farmers who till the land and cultivate the soil."