Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 139 Asking for help in refining the sword

Zhang Cong was born into a wealthy family. He was smart since he was a child. His spiritual root was detected when he was eight years old, and he was recommended to Qingfengmen as a fairy seedling.

 Having been refining qi for more than 40 years, the foundation has been successfully established.



 After taking several barrier-breaking pills, I was unable to break through. I gradually became resistant to the pills, and the effect became minimal.

 If you want to rely on the power of elixirs to break through the bottleneck, you can only change to higher-level elixirs.

 After accumulating spiritual stones for many years, I went to Zengguang Fairy City to buy a water-fire yin-yang pill, but in the end I still fell short.

At this point, I simply gave up thinking and honestly performed my duties as the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

 After establishing the foundation, Zhang Cong went back to the mortal family several times and selected relatives with spiritual roots to take with him and train him.

 It's a pity that no one can live up to the expectations. The ones with the highest level of cultivation can only reach the sixth level of Qi refining.

The Zhang family lives on a hill not far from the mountain gate. It can’t even be called a complete spiritual lineage. It only has two small first-level high-grade spiritual lands.

However, it is enough for the Zhang family, which has only seven or eight monks in total.

If it weren't for Zhang Cong's face, he wouldn't be able to occupy this place.

 In the mourning hall, all members of the Zhang family were dressed in plain clothes, and a few well-educated people were responsible for entertaining guests and taking care of the coffin.

 More common people do rough work.

Bai Zichen took the green incense and bowed to the memorial tablet of senior brother Zhang Cong.

Liao Changqing followed him. After offering incense, the Zhang family members who couldn't stand trying to please and try to get close to each other said anything.

His face was pale, and the pressure of the foundation-building monks came out, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

“Senior Brother Bai, I wonder what position you are going to choose next?”

Liao Changqing still has a bunch of former disciples and disciples, and life is very difficult without anyone to take care of them.

 I plan to seek a position directly without waiting for the ten-year transition period.

He is not a newcomer who has just established a foundation. He needs to modify his skills to adapt to his cultivation level, purchase spiritual weapons, etc.

Liao Changqing is not as skilled as Liu An. He can work in the Weapon Refining Hall. He can only wait for the upper management to decide where he will be assigned.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'll think about it for a few years... Senior Brother Liang is here, let's go up and greet him."

Liang Yu and several elders from the Law Enforcement Hall strode over. The panicked monks from the Zhang family hurriedly went out and knelt on the ground.

The people left the tea, except for a few sect members who had good relations with each other during his lifetime, there were not many sect elders who came to pay their respects.

“Get up, today I’m here to see Junior Brother Zhang off for the last time.”

Liang Yu wanted to take care of Zhang Cong's descendants, but he couldn't find anyone he liked.

I'm afraid that after a few years, these people won't even be able to preserve the legacy left by Zhang Cong.

Liang Yu saw Bai Zichen and nodded to him: "You are here too."

Liao Changqing saluted and said hello excitedly. Being noticed by Liang Yu, his visit was not in vain.

 When the auspicious time came, Liang Yu, as the officiant, stood in front of the coffin with a sad face.

 “With life there must be death, and early death is not dictated by fate.”

 “After thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace!”

Every time Liang Yu recited a eulogy, he waved a red light into the coffin.

With four majestic and deep red lights covering the four corners, the coffin looked much heavier.

Liang Yu had a few drops of sweat on his forehead. The four restrictions he had put in place with great effort were enough to prevent ordinary monks in the early stages of foundation building.

 He did this because the Zhang family was weak and unable to take care of the tombs of their ancestors, and he was worried that the body of junior brother Zhang Cong would be humiliated.

This kind of thing rarely happens in Heishan County. It is just a precaution. No family in Hejian County would dare to bury their elders like this.

 Among the demonic techniques, there are several secret methods of corpse refining, which transform the bodies of dead monks into zombies.

 Physical refining monks are better, the zombies they transform are higher level and stronger.

This secret method of corpse refining is very effective and does not use any materials except the monk's body.

 It is very popular among the magic monks.

Wherever there is a foundation-building monk who is enthroned, the Ghost Spirit Sect monks will come to the house immediately, and there will be a lot of fights to **** the body.

 Many aristocratic families directly cremate the remains of their ancestors.

 Or simply take action yourself and turn the ancestor into a zombie first to protect the family.

“Master Liang, my family only has an adult son who can be educated. In the past, our ancestors also put a lot of effort into him..."

The monk at the sixth level of Qi Refining from the Zhang family pulled a teenage boy to kneel in front of Liang Yu and kowtow vigorously.

“I beg the Master of the Liang Hall to take my son as a disciple for the sake of my ancestor.”

Liang Yu stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's wrist, using a trace of magic power.

 Four spiritual roots, second level of Qi refining.

“I have stopped accepting disciples a long time ago, and you don’t have time to teach under my sect…I’ll write a note, you can take it to the sect, and I’ll arrange for him to become an outer disciple.”

Liang Yu called Bai Zichen, leaving the two of them kneeling and kowtowing.

“I didn’t expect that among Senior Brother Zhang’s clan, there wasn’t even one person who could hold up the lintel.”

Bai Zichen shook his head. If there was a good seedling, Liang Yu might just go with the flow and accept it.

“Even the ancestor of Jiedan can’t guarantee how outstanding his descendants will be... Let’s not talk about this anymore. From now on, for the sake of Junior Brother Zhang, just look after him a little bit.”

Liang Yu followed the mountain road and came to a secluded place.

“Everyone’s path in cultivation is different, and I have nothing to offer you. I hope you can learn from Junior Brother Zhang and never be careless.”

“There are endless weird techniques among monks outside... Either don’t fight with others, or do it with extreme force, and don’t give the other party any chance to use their trump card.”

“I am in the sect, and I don’t want to hear the news that your soul lamp is extinguished.”

“Keep walking on thin ice with a heart, be brave and diligent in your actions...Senior Brother Liang advises me to keep this in mind and not to be arrogant and careless.”

Bai Zichen has a very clear understanding of himself. With the mysterious spirit around, some risky actions are completely unnecessary.

Those realm-breaking elixirs that are very tempting to ordinary monks are worthless to him.

"By the way, the ownership of the third-level spiritual land of Feiyue Lake has become clear. Those who are interested in going there are just a few of you new elders and a few people who have not fixed the third-level spiritual land. It will be easy to occupy a place based on your merits. Only you can One point, there are two third-level middle-grade spiritual lands and four lower-grade third-order spiritual lands... Whether we can occupy the third-order middle-grade spiritual lands needs to be discussed again."

Liang Yu was quite pleased to see that this junior brother did not have the arrogance of a swordsman who would rather bend than bend as rumored, and knew how to be flexible.

“Please give me senior brother’s advice on how to win the third-level middle-grade spiritual land. Does the sect have regulations?”

 Bai Zichen's eyes lit up. If he could have a third-level middle-grade spiritual land, he would of course strive for a better one.

 In the process of cultivation, it is good to increase your efficiency by one point.

"It's just a matter of a few of us voting. Junior Brother Wei invited Gu Xisheng in and asked him to act first as the acting head of general affairs in the past few years. He also has the power to vote...Junior Brother Ying and I will definitely vote for you, but it's best to drag him in again. Only one palace master is safe."

 Seven people vote, each with two candidates, and the person with the highest number of votes wins.

"I see."

Bai Zichen nodded slightly. In addition to Senior Brother Liang Yu's contribution, he also had to think of a solution.

 …

 The Weapon Refining Hall.

Bai Zichen transferred away 5,800 points of sect contribution at once, looking at the few contributions left on his elder token, he felt a little reluctant to part with it.

The proceeds from the last battle at Feiyue Lake and this year's salary allowed him to successfully pay off his debts.

“Junior Brother Bai is indeed trustworthy. He took the initiative to repay the sect’s contribution before I even came to urge him.”

Peng Chong stroked his bald head and laughed heartily.

Even if they know that the other party will not default on the debt, every creditor is happy when receiving the debt.

"Senior Brother Peng generously helped me collect the contribution to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I will always remember this kindness...Now that you want to refine the spiritual weapon, it is time to spend a lot of money. How can I be embarrassed to delay it."

At that time, Peng Chongneng lent thousands of contributions without hesitation, even though he was optimistic about Bai Zichen and invested in advance.

 But judging from the result, it helped him a lot.

“Haha, with Junior Brother Bai’s contribution, I can redeem the last two materials and start refining the spiritual weapon next month... I will definitely succeed in one fell swoop this time!”

“Then I am here to wish Senior Brother Peng a great improvement in his weapon refining skills!”

Bai Zichen took a sip of the spiritual tea at hand and asked slowly: "Senior Brother Dai, is he in the palace? I have something to find him."

"The master of the palace has just come out of the weapon refining room, I will immediately go and send a message."

Peng Chong did not hesitate and stood up immediately.

This young Junior Brother Bai is now much more important than him, the veteran elder, in the minds of the sect's senior leaders.

Peng Chong has the status of a second-level weapon refiner, and he is considered a more prominent one among the elders in the early stage of foundation building.

 After burning the incense, Bai Zichen met Dai Hui, the master of the Weapon Refining Hall.

 “I’ve met Senior Brother Dai.”

 “No need to be polite, just find your own place to sit.”

Dai Hui held a volume of ancient books in his hand, threw it on the table and laughed heartily: "Junior brother Bai is a rare visitor, why did you think of coming to my weapon refining hall today?"

 “It’s just that I have something to ask for, senior brother.”

Bai Zichen took out the white iron elite and a bunch of auxiliary materials, and said with some embarrassment: "I have gathered the materials for refining another second-level flying sword in the secret sword refining method last time, and I would like to ask Senior Brother Dai to help."

“Oh, I didn’t expect that Junior Brother Bai had such good luck and got the White Iron Elite so quickly... Even my weapon refining palace doesn’t have this kind of mineral material.”

 Dai Hui took the White Iron Elite, put it in his hand and tossed it.

“The weight is enough, and a bit more...but I don’t have time right now. Junior brother, I have to either wait for me for five years, or find another junior brother to refine it.”

“This is no excuse. I got inspiration by chance and am preparing to retreat immediately. I can’t delay.”

 Among the five palace masters, Dai Hui is the youngest and still retains the hope of forming an elixir.

 Bai Zichen knew very well that this sudden inspiration came and went quickly.

 It takes at least several months to refine the Tianxin Sword.

If he had refined his sword first and then gone into seclusion, Dai Hui's inspiration would have slipped away long ago.

“Then I will wait for Senior Brother Dai to come out of seclusion. I can wait for five years... I wish Senior Brother Dai a successful retreat and great progress in cultivation.”

Bai Zichen thought about it and still felt that Dai Hui's sword-making skills were trustworthy.

 If it were another person, if the sword-making materials were destroyed, he would have no place to find another white iron elite.

“Okay, Junior Brother Bai, don’t worry, if everything goes well, you may be released from seclusion in two or three years!”

 Dai Hui laughed and put away the sword-making materials.

"These extra white iron elites should be regarded as my reward for this sword refining."

Bai Zichen quickly thanked him and mentioned the matter of Feiyue Lake's third-level middle-grade spiritual land.

 Dai Hui didn’t even think about it and readily agreed, saying that he would pass on his opinions to the head guard before going into seclusion.

 (End of this chapter)