Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 6 Imagine the Black Bamboo Sword

The ears of wheat swayed and hung heavily. A flash of green light flashed on the branches, and there were rustling waves. This small patch of vegetation became much more energetic.

Bai Zichen swiped his fingers, the green light flowing on his fingertips. After a few breaths, he was out of breath and felt exhausted.

“Wow, Brother Chen, you are really amazing. You have mastered Yimu Qingshen Technique so quickly. If I want my parents to know about it, I will definitely have to give me a lesson.”

Fatty Bai learned that he had mastered the Yimu Qing magic, so he took him to the spiritual field early in the morning and told him that he wanted to broaden his horizons.

Bai Zichen's family knew about his affairs, and it took him forty days to learn Yimu Qingshen Technique, which was considered quite slow.

He is not like other children who spend three days fishing and two days drying nets and learning based on interest. Instead, he seriously invests a lot of energy and time in it, which only proves that his talent is limited in this auxiliary spell.

 But it was the first spell I learned, and seeing the changes in the wheat in front of me after the spell was cast, I felt a little accomplished.

“Have you got any new news from the Patriarch?”

"No, I heard from my father that the Qingfeng Sect has sent out a group of disciples again. Even the master of the Law Enforcement Hall has personally sent out, and the momentum is very large." The fat man waved the marbles in his hand carelessly, and pushed himself I shared the information I got with my good brother, "Brother Chen, you are so talented, are you planning to join the Qingfeng Sect in the future?"

“The Qingfeng Sect…look at it, they have high requirements for accepting disciples, especially for those from a cultivating family like us.”

Although Bai Zichen knew that the Qingfeng Clan had a great cause and that both the cultivation techniques and the resources for cultivation were far beyond what the Bai family could provide, he had no particular yearning for it in his heart.

Perhaps he feels that the land of his sect is not as reassuring as his own family, and is full of a sense of unknown.

"It would be great if I could reach the fourth level of Qi Refining before I turn twenty-five. I have already agreed with my father. Then I will follow him in the caravan. I can go to different places every month and see different things. Man, this kind of life is interesting. If you really ask me to stay in my room and practice for ten days and a half, I can't bear it."

Fatty Bai lay on the pile of firewood, squinting his eyes and thinking about his future.

“Of course, it would be even better if I could have an adventure and become a swordsman. My dream since I was a child is to be able to wield the sword Qingming and become a powerful swordsman!”

"There will be a chance. The clan has several methods for refining flying swords. When you grow up, ask the elders to help you refine one."

A smile appeared on Bai Zichen's lips. The price of a flying sword is far higher than that of a magical weapon of the same level. In addition to its powerful lethality and the ability to be used as a flying magical weapon, a large part of the reason is that becoming a sword fairy is everyone's childhood dream. Feelings pay the price.

“Forget it, how can I qualify for the clan’s flying sword? If I have to rely on myself to save spiritual stones, I might as well use them to buy pills.”

The fat white man who has always been optimistic rarely showed a wry smile. Young people who embark on the path to immortality are always much more mature than ordinary people of the same age. "Brother Chen, you have three spiritual roots. If you have good luck in the future, you will have the opportunity to enter the foundation building stage. If you really succeed, you can't do it." Forgot to give me a hand."

Fatty Bai has the worst Five Spiritual Root qualifications, so he would say that even if the flying swords were allocated within the clan, it would never be his turn.

 This lazy look shows that he is not interested in all matters of cultivation, perhaps because he knows that no matter how hard he works, it will be difficult for him to achieve anything on the path to immortality.

“Foundation building is too ambitious, so let’s first think about how long it will take to reach the second level of Qi refining.”

Bai Zichen also went to the firewood pile, and his whole body sank halfway into it. It was soft and quite comfortable indeed.

“By the way, speaking of flying swords, do you know in what order the flying swords are distributed in the clan, based on their cultivation level or their potential?”

“Hey, Brother Chen, you are really the right person to ask this question to me. I pestered my mother to figure this out years ago.”

Fatty Bai's depression went away as quickly as it came, and he showed off his knowledge happily, "The Feijian in the clan is a kind of black bamboo sword, but it is divided into two levels. The difference is that the main material is black ink." Is the bamboo a first-order middle grade or a first-order high-grade bamboo?”

“The Black Bamboo Swords sold out are naturally second-class. The good ones are kept within our own sect. On average, we can squeeze out a Black Bamboo Sword every five years to reward the monks in the clan.”

"According to the practice over the years, clan members who are awarded the Flying Sword must meet the following characteristics - they are under thirty years old, have hope of reaching the late stage of Qi refining in the short term, and have made outstanding contributions to the family. Brother Chen, if you are really interested, The bamboo sword can be planned in a few years."

 A first-class Black Bamboo Sword costs 500 spirit stones on the market, and a top-grade Black Bamboo Sword will only be more expensive. Generally, if family monks rely on their own savings, it can only be beyond their reach.

"In the early stage of Qi refining, there will be a subsidy of two spiritual stones a year. In the middle stage of Qi refining, there will be a subsidy of five spiritual stones. It is not until the later stage of Qi refining that the family will give twenty spiritual stones. It is too slow to save money simply by relying on family benefits. Still the same As I thought before, it’s best to master a money-making craft in order to make a fortune quickly.”

If there is a chance to get the Black Bamboo Sword, Bai Zichen will definitely fight for it.

On the road to immortality, fighting for the chance of immortality is a process of fighting, fighting with people, fighting with heaven, and fighting with the great road.

“We have agreed, Fatty, that in the future I will become a monk in the foundation-building stage, and I will buy you a central store location in Qingfengmenfang City. You can sell whatever you want, so that you can do business happily!”

 Qingfengmenfang City has gathered the largest flow of monks in Heishan County. Every shop can be called a cornucopia, with countless goods flowing in and being bought from here.

 The annual rent for any shop would cost thousands of spirit stones, let alone a permanent lease, which would be an astronomical figure.

Infected by Fatty Bai's emotions, Bai Zichen got excited and spoke out what was in his heart. His biggest dream at the moment was to become a foundation-building monk.

With a life span of two hundred years, he became a well-spoken and important figure in Heishan County, and at the same time he truly had the ability to protect himself.

 …

 “Broken! Broken! Broken!”

The thin Taoist pointed with three fingers, and three rays of golden light shot out with unbearable force, completely piercing the Chongxu Sword Formation, and the sword technique that was originally radiating with sword light suddenly stopped.

It was only at this time that we could see clearly that the three golden lights were three palm-length golden shuttles, which happened to hit the center of the sword array, causing it to malfunction.

The ten days of continuous attack, uninterrupted consumption of sword sword array sword qi. After the Xiuxian family paid more than 30 life, the sword array finally came when the oil was exhausted. Thinking of the treasures that might be hidden in the third floor of Wuyue Temple, the thin Taoist's heart felt hot. He made a gesture with his fingers, and the magic power surged all over his body. He shot down and the whole mountain shook.

　　咻! call out! call out!

In an instant, more than ten sword lights shot out from the cave. The thin Taoist blocked half of them with his big hands, but there were still five or six sword lights that rushed past him too fast.

It happened to be the critical moment to destroy the mansion. In order to allow the sect disciples to enter as soon as possible, the team of the Xiuxian family had been replaced. Those who faced the sword light in front of them were all Qingfeng sect disciples.

The two disciples who faced him didn't react at all. They were killed by the light of the sword and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the remaining sword lights were still flying far away, the sword lights in the pockets of his hands were still jumping and jumping with excitement. Without a trace of energy, he could only shout angrily: "Idiot, why don't we join forces to stop these flying swords quickly?" , take a walk, ancestor wants you to look good!"

Several elders in purple robes finally came to their senses, took out their magical weapons, and got entangled with the sword light, trying to suppress and capture them.

 The formation dispersed, and what slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes were five hillock-like soil slopes, shining with metallic luster. And a towering stone tablet, full of the atmosphere of ancient times.

 (End of this chapter)