In the northern part of the red wasteland, Wuyun Ridge running east-west is like a blue dragon, lying on the red wasteland.

As its name suggests, the characteristic of Chihuangyuan is "barrenness".

There is no vegetation in the entire red wasteland, and the spiritual energy is thin. Only Wuyun Ridge has lush vegetation.

Streams originating from the mountains gave birth to fertile oases and nurtured many human beings.

In the northwest of Wuyun Ridge, there is a small mountain named Yujin Mountain.

There is a piece of flat land halfway up the mountain, and several acres of spiritual fields have been opened up on it.

In the center of the spiritual field is a well with a diameter of more than three feet.

Liu Yuanchen pulled out a bucket of water from the well, and saw that the water in the bucket was covered with layers of light mist.

He put one hand into the bucket, and the green light flashed away, leaving a trace of green light in the water.

He picked up a ladle, scooped water from the bucket, and watered several elixir seedlings in the spiritual field.

After a ladle of water went down, the leaves of those seedlings that were a little wilted suddenly became branched.

At this moment, a young man wearing a blue robe came to the flat land.

He shouted to the young man: "Junior Brother Liu, it's time to turn in this year's harvest."

Liu Yuanchen put down his hoe, walked up to the visitor, bowed his hands and said, "I've met Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Jingcheng waved his hand: "You are so polite to me, how is the harvest this year?"

Liu Yuanchen replied: "This year we harvested a total of 270 jins of golden rice and 230 jins of red millet."

Golden silk rice and red millet are both spiritual grains, which are grains containing spiritual power. They can be regarded as the lowest cultivation resources.

In places with abundant spiritual energy, Linggu can be harvested three times or even four times a year.

However, the spiritual energy of Yujin Mountain is exhausted, and it can only be maintained by a well with some spiritual energy. It can only be planted one season a year.

If you plant too much, it will cause soil degradation in Lingtian.

Zhang Jingcheng had a smile on his face: "Junior Brother Liu, your Shen Nong Technique has made great progress!

Since the spiritual spring in Yujin Mountain dried up, leaving only one well with some spiritual energy, the harvest in the spiritual field has declined year by year.

I remember that three years ago, the output of golden silk rice was only about 200 jins, and the output of red millet was only 1,780 jins.

You have only been here three years, and you have already increased Linggu's output so much.

If you are allowed to take charge of Songyun Peak's medicine field, I'm afraid the sect can earn thousands more spiritual stones a year."

Liu Yuanchen said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang is ridiculous. Our Qingdan Sect is famous for its divine farming skills and alchemy skills. There are many skilled elixir masters and alchemists in the sect.

My younger brother just happens to have some talent for Shen Nong Shu, and he mainly relies on hard work.

Ask me to take care of a large medicinal field, but I don’t have the ability.”

Zhang Jingcheng looked at his dark face and the bulging muscles on his body. It was obvious that he often did hard work under the bright sun.

"Back then, you could obviously stay in the mountain gate and work as a spiritual medicine master, take care of the spiritual fields casually, and get five or six spiritual stones in a month, so why bother coming to Yujin Mountain?"

Liu Yuanchen smiled bitterly and said: "You also know my situation. The distant descendants of the Liu family in Dongyang have only awakened the third-level middle-grade immortal species.

Now I am almost eighteen years old, and I only have the fourth level of cultivation of Qi.

I am not taken seriously by the family, and the main descendants of the Liu family in the sect do not take me seriously.

Without enough resources, if you practice hard for a lifetime, you can only reach the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

There is absolutely no hope of breaking through the Qi Sea Realm."

The so-called immortal seed is the medium through which human monks absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The human race itself cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. A few people are born with a special energy in the sea of ​​consciousness between their eyebrows.

People with this special energy can absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and embark on the path of cultivating immortality.

Therefore, this special energy is called fairy seed.

Immortal seeds do not have entities, but they can take on various forms, such as birds, beasts, vegetation, utensils, etc.

The realm of nourishing qi is the first major realm of cultivating immortals. The first four realms are nourishing qi, sea of ​​qi, condensing yuan, and spiritual platform.

Before the realm of nourishing qi, there is also the realm of refining which lays the foundation.

It's just that the realm of refining does not involve immortal seeds and spiritual energy. Mortals without immortal seeds can practice it, and it is generally not counted as the realm of cultivating immortals.

The founder of Qingdan Sect is a master of Lingtai realm.

Later, no one in the Qingdan Sect could break through to the Lingtai Realm. Now the top master in the sect is at the Ningyuan Realm.

As for the Liu family, the most powerful elder is only in the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm, and has not even touched the edge of the Condensing Yuan Realm.

It is almost impossible for a monk with an inferior immortal seed to break through the Qi Sea realm without a chance encounter.

Liu Yuanchen, a third-grade middle-grade immortal, has some hope of breaking through to the Qi Sea realm, but he needs a lot of spiritual assistance.

No force would be willing to cultivate such a talent in the barren red wasteland, and the resources would all depend on one's own.

Liu Yuanchen sighed: "The steward in charge of the medicine garden over at the mountain gate is from the Chen family. The Liu family and the Chen family are old enemies.

As a descendant of a distant branch, I have not enjoyed many benefits from the Liu family, but because my surname is Liu, I am targeted by Manager Chen everywhere.

If you stay in the mountain gate, being shouted at and shouted at all day long, and you don’t even have time to practice, what kind of future can you have?

If you are not careful, your spiritual stones will be deducted.

It is said that there are five or six spiritual stones a month, but if you can get two or three, you will be thankful.

For such a small amount of spiritual stones, I have to pretend to be a grandson all day long.

This is not a spiritual stone, it’s just useless money!”

Hearing this, Zhang Jingcheng couldn't help laughing: "Yes, at least I can hide and relax here.

No matter how deep the feud between the Liu and Chen families is, they will not travel hundreds of miles to come here to cause trouble for you."

After the two chatted for a few words, Liu Yuanchen took Senior Brother Zhang into a cave nearby.

This cave is Liu Yuanchen's cave, and it is also protected by a simple formation.

The two came to a stone house in the deepest part of the cave. They saw two animal skins spread in the stone house and two small piles of grain piled on top.

The slightly larger pile of grains is rice with full grains, and the snow-white rice grains are still covered with thin golden threads.

This is Golden Silk Rice, a first-order mid-grade spiritual grain.

The other pile of grains is similar to sorghum, and is as red as blood. It is the first-order low-grade Linggu red millet.

Zhang Jingcheng scanned his consciousness and nodded: "The quality of these spiritual grains is much better than before, and the weight is correct.

According to the old rules, as long as the Yujin Mountain Spirit Field produces two hundred catties of golden rice and two hundred catties of red millet, you can get an annual salary of twenty spiritual stones.

The extra spiritual grain will be purchased at 80% of the market price.

A piece of golden rice is five kilograms of spiritual stones, and a piece of red millet is ten kilograms of spiritual stones. You should be given an additional twelve spiritual stones."

He took out a rough animal skin bag: "Here are thirty-two spiritual stones. Junior brother, please count them."

Liu Yuanchen took the animal skin bag and saw a spherical space three feet in diameter inside.

Inside the space, there are also thirty-two gray translucent stones, each of which is only the size of an adult’s thumb.

This kind of animal skin bag is the lowest storage bag.

Don't pack too much, otherwise it will be crushed.

Moreover, if this kind of storage bag contains multiple things, it will weigh itself.

If it weighs hundreds of kilograms, it will be extremely inconvenient to carry it around.

It is only suitable for holding spiritual stones, clothing, magic weapons, etc., which are not too heavy.

The storage bags that can be seen on the market are all low-grade goods.

More advanced storage instruments only appear in legends.

Senior Brother Zhang took out two larger storage bags, put two piles of spiritual grain divisions into the storage bags, and then left.

After he walked away, Liu Yuanchen came to a place with lush vegetation in the back mountain.

Sit cross-legged in the grass and trees, close your eyes, and sense everything around you with your spiritual consciousness.

Even if low-level monks use their spiritual sense to explore, they can only see a blurry black and white world.

Objects and creatures with spiritual power will have special fluctuations.

However, in the world that Liu Yuanchen observed with his spiritual consciousness, the plants and trees were alive and shining with green light.

He ran the basic wood-based skill Qingmu Jue, and the extremely thin spiritual energy around him was sucked into his body.

At the same time, those green rays of light also separated from the grass and trees, entered Liu Yuanchen's body, and followed the meridians to converge towards the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows.

In Liu Yuanchen's sea of ​​consciousness, there is a peach sapling. The sapling is like jasper and exudes a turquoise light.

The seedling is more than three inches tall and has six leaves. This is his fairy seed.
To be continued...