Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 13: No one is rich without windfall

 On Hanxiu Peak, large-scale construction work is being carried out.

A thousand mortals were mobilized from the small town at the foot of the mountain to demolish the dilapidated and collapsed buildings and transport hundreds of years-old logs to the top of the mountain to prepare for the reconstruction of the Chuan Gong Pavilion, the Weapon Refining Hall, etc.

At the same time, where the spiritual veins in the mountains are full, caves are dug out in the appropriate direction, each equipped with a master bedroom, a training room, and a storage room.

In the past few days, the missing clan members have gradually returned. They all found hiding places to hide as soon as they were attacked by the Ghost Spirit Sect, and they were lucky enough to escape.

The clan leader and his party were exhausted, and they also lost their troops and generals. Four clan members left their lives in Wuyue Temple, including an elder.

Hundreds of monks besieged the third floor of Wuyue Temple for ten days, and nearly a hundred monks died during the process. There was the most dangerous moment in the middle, when thousands of swords and swords burst out from the Chongxu Sword Formation in an instant. If the clan leader had not damaged a spiritual weapon and blocked all the swords and swords in that section of the Bai family, he would still be able to return alive at this time. There are even fewer people who go to Hanxiu Peak.

There was no time to feel sad. After a brief discussion between the clan leader and the remaining three elders, they realized that the family monks suffered heavy casualties and the safety would be greatly reduced if they were to live dispersedly.

 Furthermore, the shortage of manpower makes it difficult for the Bai family to continue to maintain their current territory.

 Decided to shrink the defense line and try to have all the family monks live in the Hanxiu Peak area.

This is how mortals began to dig caves and build courtyards.

“Chen’er, it’s best that you are safe and sound. I hope that after this difficulty, your future practice will be smoother.”

Bai Jiu'an's face has a trace of vicissitudes of life, and the dangers in the view of the Five Mountains are not much worse than staying in the clan.

"It's a pity that Bai Ying lost his mother at a young age. Fortunately, his father happened to stay in Qingfengmenfang City that day and has not returned."

“This time the Ghost Spirit Sect invaded, at least thirty immortal cultivating families were attacked at the same time, and many of them were wiped out. The division of power in the entire Black Mountain Mountains will change.”

“However, the only one who has the strength to acquire so much territory right now is the Qingfeng Sect.”

"Uncle, what's going on over there at Wuyue Temple? After you opened the cave, what treasures are there?" Bai Zichen asked, curious about the legendary Wuyue Zhenren's cave, the number one loose cultivator in Mizhou.

"In the third floor of the Five Mountains Temple, there is indeed the Five Mountains Divine Peak, the natal magic weapon of the Five Mountains Master, five five-color metal hills that look like hills. We all saw it as soon as the Chongxu Sword Formation was broken. But the first thing we saw was Qing Qing. Master Yang from Fengmen took it away."

Bai Jiuan sighed and spoke slowly after a long time, feeling helpless, awe, and a little bit of well-hidden fascination.

The Master Yang he spoke of had become Master Jiedan more than two hundred years ago, and was the uncle of Master Ge Cang. But when it comes to cultivation, he is not as good as his junior. It is said that he has been stuck in the early stage of pill formation and is unable to make any progress.

According to life speculation, Yang Zhenren's life is short, so his style has been particularly aggressive in recent years. Five years ago, he and an elder from the Ghost Spirit Sect got into a fight after an auction over a life-enhancing pill, which triggered a dispute between the two cases. A series of conflicts.

"The strange thing is that except for the Five Sacred Peaks, there is only a majestic stone tablet on the third floor of the cave, and there are no other treasures. But I heard from the senior Qingfengmen foundation builder who sent us back that this is related to an opportunity, and it may be a blessing to us. These are the younger generation of monks from the cultivating families.”

“Chen’er, you are the right age. If you really get your turn, it will be a huge benefit to you.”

Bai Zichen became very interested in the so-called opportunity, but his uncle only heard about it from others. Only the senior officials of Qingfeng Sect knew the real inside story.

“By the way, uncle, tell me if this is the rumored storage bag. I’ve looked over it several times, but I can’t open it.”

 A small gray bag fell on the table. After Bai Zichen killed the seriously injured Ghost Spirit Sect monk that day, he found it on his corpse. It looked exactly like the storage bag mentioned in the book.

 But when I poured mana back and forth, the bag didn't react at all, like a mud cow drowning in the sea.

It’s not easy to ask others about this thing. The belongings of the other dead Ghost Spirit Sect disciples were returned to the family’s treasury after cleaning the battlefield. But Bai Zichen felt that this storage bag was obtained at the risk of his life and belonged to him. None of the loot was handed over.

 So I carefully hid the storage bag around my waist and didn’t mention it to anyone.

 My uncle can be trusted, so of course I can feel free to ask.

Bai Jiu'an was a little surprised. He touched the storage bag with his palm, and an obscure light flashed through: "It's the lowest-level storage bag. Where did you get it, Chen'er?"

Bai Zichen recounted the story of going down the mountain that day, which made Bai Jiu'an a little scared.

“Thank you for your luck, that person has no power to fight back, otherwise a spell could kill you.”

Bai Jiu'an handed the storage bag back and motioned for him to try it himself, "The storage bag has the original owner's mark on it. Others cannot open it directly, but they only need to use their own magic power to flush both sides to cover it. It's just that Your cultivation level is too low, so you can’t open it.”

"Although low-end storage bags can't hold many things, it's a lot more convenient to carry one. The cheapest second-hand one in the market sells for 80 spirit stones. Even if the storage bag is empty, you can still make a small profit this time. It’s a stroke of luck.”

Bai Zichen gave away his mana this time, and as expected, he successfully opened the storage bag and left his own mark on it.

 A three-foot square space, with three jade bottles inside, several sets of clothes, more than thirty spiritual stones and a jade slip.

 He poured everything on the wooden table, scattered in a pile, with only one thought in his mind, this time he will make a fortune!

"These two bottles are Qi-boosting pills. There are twelve pills in total. They are effective for monks below the sixth level of Qi refining. They can significantly speed up the practice and refine mana. I have taken a few pills before, so the pills should be fine. But. Chen'er, your current level of cultivation is too low. It will be just right if you take it in two years. These two bottles of elixir can reduce at least three years of hard work."

Bai Jiu'an put down the first two jade bottles and felt worried about the blood-red elixir in the third jade bottle.

This blood-red elixir exudes a fishy smell. Just smelling it makes you feel a little dizzy. It is probably a unique elixir of the Ghost Spirit Sect and is not known to outsiders.

“Forget it, I’ll wait until I have time to ask friends who have studied alchemy to avoid problems caused by taking medicine randomly.”

 Bai Zichen understood that this was for his own good, and he had nothing to do with it.

If the ingredients of the elixir on the demonic monk's body are not clear, who knows whether it is a miraculous elixir or a poisonous substance.

As for the jade slips, they are a characteristic of sect disciples. Generally, casual cultivators, including family monks, record their inherited skills on paper, and rarely need to use jade slips.

However, the jade slips are not only convenient for inheritance, but some special skills can also be passed down by divine will. Only jade slips can do this. The disadvantage is that the cost is a bit higher.

After Bai Jiuan read it, he told him that it was a book about how to incorporate the blood of monsters and beasts into a monk's body to gain a strong body. Not only was the practice risky, but the prerequisite was to have the corresponding blood of monsters and beasts. It can only be kept as a collection and has no value to them.

“Uncle, why don’t you use this storage bag? I don’t need this when I don’t leave the family.”

Bai Zichen thought for a while and handed over the storage bag. If he remembered correctly, his uncle had not used the storage bag yet. The limited spiritual stones had been exchanged for cultivation resources, so there was no spare money for shopping.

"You keep it for yourself. How can I, Bai Jiu'an, take my nephew's things?" Bai Jiu'an said seriously.

"And on the way back, the clan leader said that this trip to the Five Mountains Temple will be credited to the nine of us, and each of us will be given an obstacle-breaking pill. As long as we break through to the late stage of Qi refining, the family will have a storage bag distributed. "

 Once you reach the later stage of Qi refining, your status in the Bai family is completely different, and you can be regarded as an elder candidate.

 Every year, spiritual stone welfare and resource allocation will increase significantly.

Of course, Bai Zichen hopes that his uncle’s cultivation level will be as high as possible. It’s best to be able to cultivate to the foundation level in one go so that he can hug his thighs: “My nephew wishes my uncle in advance to break through to the late stage of Qi refining and that all his wishes will come true!”

"There is one more thing I want to tell you solemnly. Chen'er, don't think that you have gained a lot this time, and you have the idea of ​​​​killing people to seize treasures. Not to mention that Jie Xiu has a bad reputation and is not accepted by the mainstream. As long as you accept it With this kind of thinking, the greed in the heart will be magnified without limit, and the ability to control oneself will be lost step by step. In the end, he will either die on the road to murder and seize the treasure, or he will be besieged to death, and no one will be spared."

 “Remember! Remember!”

Bai Zichen felt a sudden shiver in his heart. He realized that he was indeed dazzled by the storage bag, and he was thinking about getting another windfall sometime.

 Fortunately, my uncle woke me up in time and it was not too late.

 (End of this chapter)