Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

The back room is where the spiritual grains are placed. In addition to a basket of new grains, there are also reserved seeds and a little old rice.

Xia Chen woke up immediately. Could it be that he had encountered a calamity cultivator?

In the past, after the autumn harvest, some cultivators would rob the spiritual grains that the spiritual farmers had just harvested.

After all, spiritual farmers living in shantytowns in the wasteland generally have low cultivation levels and basically do not have space magic weapons such as storage bags.

Therefore, the newly harvested spiritual valley is the most vulnerable to plunder.

"Food production has been reduced this year, so we have not enough to eat, and we have encountered a calamity. How can we survive?"

Xia Chen was shocked and angry, so he quietly came to the back room.

I saw a monk wearing a mask quietly taking out the storage bag, and all the spiritual grains and rice were sucked into it in an instant.

The robbery cultivator's spiritual consciousness was sharp, and when he saw his master noticed it, he said in a hoarse voice: "You only have so much Linggu, what a poor guy! Get out of here! Don't force me to go on a killing spree!"

After that, he took out a dagger that was more than a foot long, crystal yellow with a few black spots on it.

The sword was sharp and cold, and it was clearly a low-grade magical weapon.

"You are so arrogant when you steal things!"

Xia Chen laughed angrily, then stretched out his right palm, and a flashlight appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, a beam of light shot out, dazzling.

The body of the approximately seven-foot-tall Jie Xiu fell sharply under the light.

In a few breaths, it turned out to be about the same size as a cockroach.

"How...how is it possible!"

Jie Xiu only felt a strong light coming, and then he realized that everything around him was getting bigger and bigger, while his body was getting smaller and smaller.

The young man in front of him was like that ancient giant, towering like a mountain and exuding an aura like an abyss or an ocean.

The panic in his heart was simply unbearable.

"This must all be an illusion!"

Jie Xiu forced himself to calm down and took out the dagger in his hand to slash at the giant in front of him.

The dagger was sharp and turned into a streak of light.

But in the end, it was just like that small thorn, sinking into the thick gray cotton, unable to move any further.

Looking at the insect-like Jie Xiu, Xia Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.

This shrinking lamp is really amazing, not only the size and weight, but also the mana in the dantian has also shrunk.

In terms of combat power, the "villain" in front of me is probably not as good as the cloud-spotted beetle in the field.

This is only an E-level shrinking lamp. If it were a D-level, it would probably be able to shrink even the great monks in the foundation-building stage!

Xia Chen held a golden needle between his fingers and waved it gently, a ray of golden light shot out, immediately piercing the panicked Jie Xiu on the ground and killing him.

This flying needle technique is one of the necessary spells for spiritual farmers. It can be used to eliminate larger monster insects in the spiritual field, such as cloud-spotted beetles, cutworms, red gold locusts, etc.

When the shrinking light was illuminated again, Jie Xiu's body, which was the size of a cockroach on the ground, suddenly enlarged and returned to its original size. There was a blood hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out.

The shrinking lamp in his hand also turned into dots of light rain at this moment and disappeared.

“It would be great if it was a permanent prop!”

This made Xia Chen feel very sorry.

Then he took off the mask on Jie Xiu's face and couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.

He knew this person, Tian Feng, an outer disciple of Tianyan Sect, fifth level of Qi Refining, who became spiritual farmers in the same batch as the original owner, so he had some memories.

They just live in the Wuziha shantytown thirty miles away.

The wilderness area is vast, and the spiritual fields are endless, dotted around the Cuiwei Mountains like stars over the moon.

Because the number of spiritual farmers was large and difficult to manage, the Xianzong divided a total of twelve shantytowns in all directions of the mountain range, arranged in the order of the earthly branches.

Xia Chen was in the Xuziha shanty town.

I had heard before that Lingtian, a shantytown in Wuzihao, suffered a locust plague and suffered heavy losses.

Tian Feng took a desperate risk this time and came out to rob Lingmi. It seemed that he was trying to collect enough money for the sect's rent.

Xia Chen picked up the storage bag scattered on the side and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness. Sure enough, he found that there were spiritual grains, new grains and old rice piled inside. A rough estimate was that it was about 700 kilograms. In addition, there was not much Nothing much else.

It seems that Tian Feng hasn't robbed several houses yet.

In addition to the spiritual valley, there is also a low-grade magical sword on the ground.

Xia Chen held it in his hand and couldn't put it down.

The original owner was just a small spiritual farmer from the Tianyan Immortal Sect. After cultivating spiritual fields for several years, he only bought some low-level talismans with the accumulated spiritual stones, such as amulets, detoxification talismans, and golden light talismans.

As for the magic weapon, there is none.

The corpse is easy to dispose of, just drag it out, find a remote place, and use a corpse-transforming talisman to dispose of it.

With the spiritual grain delivered to your door, you don’t need to worry about eating for the time being.

In the following time, Xia Chen continued to practice. He had just entered the third level of Qi refining and still needed to consolidate.

Ten days passed by in a flash, and soon it was time to draw the props.

[Congratulations to the host for drawing the automatic fishing rod]

On the panel, a fishing rod appeared.

Different from ordinary fishing rods, the hook of this fishing rod turned out to be something similar to a glove. It was all yellow and looked very weird with its teeth and claws.

[Item name]: Automatic fishing rod (permanent).

[Level]: E (can be upgraded!)

[Function]: As long as the fishhook is placed in the water, it will automatically find traces of fish and catch them.

"This prop is the fisherman's favorite, but it doesn't seem to be of any use to practice..."

Xia Chen frowned slightly.

Many of the blue fat man's props are amazing, but there are also quite a few props that are useless, after all, it is a child-rearing robot.

"No, this fishing rod is an E-level prop, maybe it can catch spiritual fish!"

Xia Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. He immediately prepared and went out to fish for spiritual fish.

There is a Qingquan River on the outskirts of Cuiwei Mountain Range, which is dozens of miles long. The river water absorbs the spiritual energy overflowing from the mountains, and it breeds many spiritual fish.

After finding a hidden place, Xia Chen took out a bag of bait, threw it into the river, and started to make a nest.

The bait for making a nest is not ordinary. It is made by mixing spiritual bran with golden wireworms, red chain earthworms and other demon insects, which is very attractive to spiritual fish.

However, spiritual fish are different from ordinary fish. They are more intelligent and alert, and it is difficult to catch them.

Many monks raise spiritual birds such as ospreys to catch them.

If traditional fishing methods are used, it is common to miss a chance, and it is good luck to catch one or two spiritual fish a day.

Xia Chen took out the automatic fishing rod he had just drawn and threw the glove out.

After entering the water, the yellow hand instantly became active, constantly swimming in the river, searching for traces of fish.

After about a cup of tea, the bamboo pole suddenly bent and the fishing line was stretched straight.

Xia Chen hurriedly lifted the rod, and saw a glove holding a fish leaping out of the water, splashing water.

The fish was only two fingers long, and a faint haze of spiritual light flowed throughout the body, like a piece of beautiful jade carved.

"Yes, it turned out to be a white jade crucian carp."

Xia Chen was a little surprised.

The white jade crucian carp is a common spiritual fish, which tastes very delicious when stewed into fish soup.

In the next half day, the automatic fishing rod was hooked again and again, but most of them were ordinary fish, and spiritual fish were only a few.

Throwing an ordinary fish into the river casually, Xia Chen looked up at the sky, only to see the golden crow falling to the west and the birds returning to the forest.

"Seven spiritual fish, that's enough!"

He immediately put away the automatic fishing rod and put it into the treasure bag.

After that, he rushed to the Cuiwei Mountain Market.

A hundred years ago, an old ancestor of the Tianyan Immortal Sect used his great magic power to cut off the top of a mountain in the Cuiwei Mountains and built a market in it to facilitate the transactions of thousands of outer disciples nearby.

The mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, with peaks rising and falling, and acres of terraced fields dotted among them like stars.

There are cultivators taking care of the fields, or applying rain, or loosening the soil, or removing insects.

There is a second-level spiritual vein hidden in Cuiwei Mountain, and the spiritual energy is many times richer than the wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

The spiritual fields here are basically medium-grade spiritual fields, or even high-grade spiritual fields.

Generally, precious spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits are planted, such as firefly moon grass, silver leaf ephedra, seven-leaf blood ganoderma, red cloud fruit, etc.

Only the cultivators here can be called spiritual plant husbands. Both in status and cultivation, they are much higher than those spiritual farmers in the wasteland who can only grow spiritual grains.