Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Snow Domain Palace, although it ranks at the bottom of the top ten sects in Beihan, it is indeed difficult to convince the public that an early Nascent Soul wants to be the Palace Master."

Han Jian Zhenjun also echoed.

As the news spread, more and more cultivators rushed to the spiritual realm blessed land, and soon the entrance to the blessed land was surrounded by crowds.

Among them, low-level cultivators accounted for the majority, and the only Nascent Soul cultivators were Han Jian Zhenjun, Tian Feng Zhenjun, Qing Teng Zhenjun and Liu Yun Fairy.

None of the four Nascent Soul cultivators entered the spiritual realm blessed land, and the other low-level cultivators did not dare to act rashly, for fear of incurring a catastrophe.

Seeing that the light curtain was getting thinner and thinner, almost transparent, Qing Teng Zhenjun and Liu Yun Fairy looked at each other and suddenly rushed into the light curtain.

"Look, the Yujing Zhao family went in!"

"Let's go in too. This blessed land is full of spiritual energy. Even if we can't go deep, picking some spiritual herbs on the periphery is also wonderful!"

A foundation-building family also rushed into the light curtain.

Soon, a large hole was torn in the light curtain, and countless cultivators rushed in.

"Let's not wait for Brother Baiyuan. Since there are Yuanying cultivators entering, we can't just sit there and wait for death, and let the Zhao family take the lead."

"Yes, there are so many people acting as cannon fodder, and we can fish in troubled waters by entering."

True Lord Han Jian and True Lord Tian Feng looked at each other, urged the spell, soared into the air, and flew towards the center of the thick fog light curtain.

The light curtain was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. After the two entered, they disappeared.

Whoosh!

A giant spirit boat carrying twenty cultivators was flying over Xihe County at a very fast speed.

In the cabin, a purple-clothed boy was looking down at a light cocoon that was a foot wide.

"I have been feeding the cocoon of the seven-colored immortal butterfly for ten years, but there is no reaction at all."

"How long will it take for it to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly?"

Song Yiming frowned.

It has been more than ten years since the little butterfly broke out of the cocoon. Except for the change in the size of the light cocoon, there has been no movement inside the cocoon.

During this period, he has been pouring the spiritual liquid from the insect bottle on the light cocoon to maintain the vitality of the cocoon, but there is still no reaction inside.

However, he can be sure that when it breaks out of the cocoon, the realm of the seven-colored immortal butterfly will probably reach the fifth level, that is, the state of transformation.

"That's right. The higher the level of the spiritual insect, the more spiritual liquid it needs. Perhaps, after a few more years, it will be able to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly."

"By then, with the protection of the fifth-level spiritual insect, I can also go deep into the North Cold Icefield to find natural treasures and make my cultivation further."

Song Yiming muttered to himself, put away the light cocoon, and walked out of the cabin.

On the way here, he learned from the clan leader that three more foundation-building elders had emerged in the clan, and the number of Qi-refining clan members had increased to 5,000.

In addition, some changes had also taken place in the power of the Zhao State.

The Lanling Xiao Clan, one of the five clans, was annexed by another demonic force, the Blood Moon Clan, due to the death of Yunyang Zhenren.

The Yunmeng Song Clan also drove the Five Poison Sect out of Nanmeng County, and the entire Zhao State once again returned to the seven clans and five clans.

Of course, everyone below the Nascent Soul stage is an ant.

As far as the entire Northern Wilderness is concerned, even if the clan has hundreds of Golden Core elders, they are still like fireflies to the real Nascent Soul masters.

"The spiritual energy in Zhao is still too thin. After the teleportation array is built, I will go to Beihan Territory to find a fourth-level spiritual vein."

"Take a group of talented clansmen and focus on training. Within a hundred years, my Song family will also be able to produce several Nascent Soul cultivators!"

Song Yiming thought, and the flying boat flew over Xihe County unknowingly and entered the edge of the desert.

The entrance to the blessed land was already overcrowded, and countless cultivators crowded at the entrance, waiting to enter.

"The Demon Sect has ordered that no one, if you want to enter the blessed land, hand over 100 medium-grade spiritual stones, otherwise, you will die!"

At the entrance, Su Jin'er was dressed in a black dress, with peerless elegance and coldness. She was accompanied by disciples of the Demon Sect, impatiently driving the crowd away.

This group of disciples of the Demon Sect had cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment level. Among them, there were several Golden Core Elders to support them, which made many casual cultivators feel daunted.

"This... this is too much, isn't it?"

"One hundred middle-grade spirit stones, entering the blessed land, without any gains, I'm afraid it will be a total loss."

"Haha, this is the Heavenly Demon Sect, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, killing those with low cultivation, and licking the faces of those with high cultivation."

The insults were endless, but the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect still went their own way, using strong means to coerce and lure.

"What does the Heavenly Demon Sect mean, blocking the entrance and not letting us in?"

"Everything must be based on first come first served, you can't..."

A black-faced man stood at the entrance, raised his arms and shouted, causing everyone to discuss.

"Haha, a foundation-building ant dares to shout in front of me?"

"I don't want to live anymore!"

Su Jin'er's eyebrows sank, and a black light flew out of her hand and hit the big man's chest.

Bang!

With a roar, a blood hole exploded in the big man's chest, and he screamed "ah", and turned into a blood mist on the spot, and died.

"Who else is dissatisfied with our sect?"

Su Jin'er's eyes were like torches, scanning the crowd, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

The black-faced man just now was a great perfection in foundation building, but he couldn't even resist Su Jin'er's attack, so how dare they say anything?

"Get out of the way!"

A cold snort sounded in the clouds.

The next moment, the dark clouds dissipated, and a giant spiritual boat, flying the flag of "Yunmeng Song Clan", broke through the air and set off a gust of wind.

On the flying boat, a purple-clothed youth stood with his hands behind his back, and his surging spiritual power turned into a wave of air a hundred feet long, sweeping the whole place.

"It's him!"

"How is it possible? He actually broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Su Jin'er's beautiful eyes widened, and her arrogant arrogance disappeared in an instant, replaced by shock.

In ten years, from Jindan to Nascent Soul, this aptitude is one in ten thousand, even in the Beihan Region where geniuses are everywhere.

She spent a decade to cultivate to Jindan, and was regarded as a genius that only appears once in a thousand years by the sect, but compared with Song Yiming, she was eclipsed.

Whoosh!

The spiritual boat passed by Su Jin'er, close to her nose, and disappeared at the entrance. Only her back could be seen, leaving a glimpse of her in the crowd.

"This... is this a Nascent Soul?"

"Such a terrifying spiritual pressure. At that moment, the spiritual power in my Dantian was directly extinguished."

"That young man is Ziwei Zhenjun, known as the first genius of Zhao State. It is said that he has successfully formed a Nascent Soul after practicing for less than half a century."

"No wonder even Su Jin'er avoided it. It turns out that he has concerns."

Everyone was talking about it. At this time, the flying boat with a majestic aura flew back.

Song Yiming walked out of the cabin, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at Su Jin'er: "Hey, do you have a map inside? Lend it to me."

"Map?"

Su Jin'er was stunned. After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes."

She took out a jade slip from the storage bag and handed it to Song Yiming, who took it and examined it carefully.