To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 5 New Opportunities

The clouds are overcast and the temperature is muggy.

In this climate, the light between heaven and earth is naturally dim.

The falcon, with its wings covered with mottled gray spots, stands on the protruding ledge of the rock wall.

Its sharp eyes were staring straight at a cave covered by vegetation at the foot of the cliff. It was like a patient hunter quietly waiting for its prey to appear. The dim weather was not enough to affect its gaze at all.

Waiting is fruitful, and within a short time of making tea, a pair of snow-white ears poked out of the hole.

Almost at the same time, the eagle spread its wings and swooped down from the ledge at an extremely fast speed, drawing a fatal arc.

call out!

White Rabbit had no time to react.

A pair of sharp claws had fallen from the sky, imprisoning his body in the sharp talons.

When the prey is in hand, the falcon spreads its wings, ready to soar into the sky.

But wait for it to take action.

Buzz!

A slight sound, similar to the sound of some kind of bird flapping its wings at high speed, sounded from somewhere below the cliff.

The next moment.

The falcon's head had already disappeared.

Its body posture even maintains the movement of spreading its wings to fly.

At the neck where its head disappeared, the thin ice froze all the blood in the wound, leaving not even a drop of blood.

His eyes moved towards the culprit who killed the falcon with one blow.

An ordinary arrow feather penetrated directly into the trunk of an ancient tree behind the falcon, leaving only half of the arrow exposed outside the ancient tree.

Similarly, the location where the ancient tree was pierced was also covered with a layer of frost.

About fifty feet away, the figure of a young man carrying a long bow quickly ran toward the falcon corpse.

His face was sickly pale, his long black hair was tied up casually, and his temperament was lazy and casual.

This person is none other than Kong Jiao, and the longbow he holds in his hand is the Law Weapon obtained from the Chu Jianghe Cave Mansion, so it has such power.

Fifty feet away, he shot the falcon's head silently.

When he came to the frozen body of the falcon, he lifted it up and Kong Jiao smiled.

"After practicing for half a month, I finally got a bit accurate. This distance can already pose a threat to the opponent in actual combat."

It has been half a month since Kong Jiao entered Chu Jianghe Cave Mansion.

In the past half month, in addition to practicing, Kong Jiao has been practicing archery all the time.

It has harmed many small animals in the forest.

Finally something Basic Accomplishment.

In addition, Kong Jiao gave the long bow a very elegant name based on the ink he gained from reading books in miscellaneous libraries for two years.

Bee language!

Because when a longbow is fired, its bowstring makes a sound similar to the flapping of a hummingbird's wings.

The reason why the longbow Law Weapon can be called a Law Weapon is because it can be imbued with spiritual power by the holder, so that the arrows fired carry the holder's spiritual power and are even more powerful.

Falcon's frozen corpse after death is the embodiment of Kong Jiao's Falling Frost Wheel-Nurturing Scripture spiritual power.

Of course, Bee Whisper is just an ordinary Wheel-Nurturing Realm Law Weapon.

The more powerful Law Weapon can even increase the holder's spiritual power, allowing it to unleash attacks far beyond the holder's cultivation level.

Kong Jiao doesn't have the capital to buy a Law Weapon of that level.

Bee language is enough.

"Soup tonight!" Kong Jiao muttered, picking up the falcon's body, casually taking the white rabbit out of its talons, throwing it aside, and letting it disappear deep into the grass.

It's not that he feels pity, it's mainly that the rabbit meat is too spicy and he doesn't like it.

Carrying the prey, Kong Jiao glanced at the black clouds that were getting lower and lower between the sky and the earth, and had no intention of staying long.

"Counting the time, it's time to go back and practice."

In the past half month, his daily life has been either practicing cultivation or practicing archery. Although it is ordinary, he still enjoys it.

As for his position in the miscellaneous library, he had already resigned.

He stayed there for two years just to wait for the opportunity.

Now that the opportunity has been obtained, half of the monthly salary of ten spiritual crystals will be withheld. Whoever wants to take that position can take it. Anyway, Kong Jiao doesn't want to stay anymore.

Humming a tuneless tune all the way, Kong Jiao walked straight down the mountain.

His newly built residence is a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain that can barely keep out wind and rain.

Adhering to the principle of being diligent and thrifty, and spending every spiritual crystal on the edge, there was nothing in the shabby house except a broken bed.

Of course, that thatched hut was just a cover.

In fact, Kong Jiao spent most of his time in the cave, relying on spiritual springs to practice.

But I still have to pretend to go there every day, otherwise I will attract people's attention.

After all, Kong Jiao has been working in Zashulou for two years, and many of his outer disciples know him.

Today, Kong Jiao also planned to make a symbolic visit to his thatched house and then went to the crypt.

However, as soon as Kong Jiao walked down the mountain carrying the falcon's body, he saw a stocky figure sitting outside his thatched house from a distance, seemingly waiting for him.

The weather was gloomy and it was about to rain, so no one was in a hurry to leave.

This scene made Kong Jiao frown slightly.

"Looks like I have to practice later today." Kong Jiao murmured softly and had no choice but to move forward.

As he got closer, Kong Jiao saw the man's face clearly and called softly: "Brother Pastor!"

This person is none other than the pastor brother Makita who borrowed the copy of "Miscellaneous Theory of Spiritual Grains" from the library half a month ago.

Kong Jiao was even more confused. He seemed to have no contact with Makita, who had been working on the Spirit Field all day long. Looking at his posture, it seemed as if he was waiting for him.

"Junior Brother Kong Jiao, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I went to the miscellaneous library today to return books and found out that you have resigned from the miscellaneous library." Makita saw Kong Jiao's eyes visibly brightening, and he hurriedly stood up from the eaves stairs. He came up to greet him.

"Brother Pastor, if you want to return the book, just go directly to the junior brother who contacted me." Kong Jiao smiled. He obviously said this on purpose.

The reason was to ask Makita why he came to find him.

Sure enough, Makita quickly waved his hand to explain and stated the purpose of his visit: "No, no, no, it's not about the book. I made a special trip this time to see Junior Brother Kong."

"Specially looking for me?" Kong Jiao became even more curious, waiting for Makita's explanation.

"To be honest, Junior Brother Kong, there are some problems with Ashen Parasol Sect's Spiritual Rice this year."

"A large number of strange insects called pith-eating locusts appear inexplicably. That thing is extremely hateful. It specializes in eating the juice and pith of the main trunk of Spiritual Rice. The Spiritual Rice it has absorbed is dying. It seems that this year's harvest will not reach the sect's stipulated quota. I'm so anxious that my hair is turning white."

Makita said that he was so excited that his face, which was tanned by the sun, turned red.

Obviously, his anxiety was not an act. Spiritual Rice had reduced its production and could not reach the output stipulated by the sect. Not only would he not be rewarded, but he would also be punished.

Spiritual farmers work for a year and count on the income from spiritual rice. It’s no wonder they are not in a hurry.

"As you know, I have read a lot of Ashen Parasol Sect books about Spiritual Rice disease in the past few months."

"I finally found a way to get rid of the pests."

The more Kong Jiao listened, the more something was wrong. He looked strange and muttered in his heart:

"If you find a way to get rid of pests, just implement it. Why are you looking for me? I don't know how to farm."

Suddenly Makita changed the subject and looked directly at Kong Jiao, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"The marrow-eating locusts are afraid of the cold. I just met Junior Brother Shangguan in the Miscellaneous Library. He said that Junior Brother Kong Jiao, what you are practicing is the Falling Frost Wheel-Nurturing Scripture, which can restrain the marrow-eating locusts."

"The other disciples who major in ice skills are too intimidating. I'm afraid that Spiritual Rice and Marrow-eating Locusts will also destroy their vitality."

"Falling Frost Wheel-Nurturing Scripture does not. It will only cover the surface of Spiritual Rice with a layer of frost and will not damage the roots."

Kong Jiao finally understood the reason why Makita was looking for him.

"This guy Shangguan Yuzhou, with the help of Lingquan, still doesn't practice well, he just runs to the miscellaneous library all day long!"

Kong Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There should be a few people in the sect who practiced the same technique as him.

It’s just Shangguan Yuzhou, Makita would come looking for him no matter what.

"Brother Pastor, this is just your speculation. Whether it will work or not is still unknown."

Kong Jiao touched his chin and decided that it would be better to decline Brother Makita politely.

He doesn’t think he can solve the pest problem that has left farmers throughout the Ashen Parasol Sect in Turin helpless.

He is not Shangguan Yuzhou, who is running around relying on his high talent.

The top priority is that Kong Jiao just wants to immerse himself in practice.

"Junior Brother Kong, don't worry, no matter whether you succeed or not, I will pay you the Five Spirit Crystals as a reward."

Makita invited him seriously, and to show his sincerity, he even took out a five-spar stone from his arms.

"This is not about money...I promise you."

Kong Jiao's sudden change of attitude made Makita stunned.

Then he settled the matter in an ecstatic voice: "It's settled, Junior Brother Kong, I'll be waiting for you at Spirit Field tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Makita turned and left, fearing that Kong Jiao would regret it.

Kong Jiao was left with a look of helplessness on the spot, his mouth slumped, watching Makita's back disappear into the distance.

It's not like he's all about money.

Because when Makita finished detailing the whole thing and formally extended the invitation to himself.

The white-patterned monument that had been immersed deep in his consciousness for half a month suddenly moved.

‘Help the Ashen Parasol Sect spiritual farmers eliminate pests and get Opportunity Value+2’

Cloud Veined Steele's bright handwriting, coupled with the fact that he could get spiritual crystals during this trip, made Kong Jiao's attitude change so quickly.

"Will there be an opportunity in the Spirit Field?" Kong Jiao was left standing alone under the eaves, touching his chin and lost in thought.

The soil of the Spirit Field in the Ashen Parasol Sect has been turned over thousands of times by spiritual farmers, so it’s strange that we have this opportunity.

But Cloud Veined Steele's guidance is absolutely unmistakable.

For example, the opportunity of Zashulou does not actually lie in the Zashulou itself.

"Perhaps, there will be other opportunities." After murmuring, Kong Jiao stopped thinking deeply. Cloud Veined Steele's control over opportunities was not something he could understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

During Kong Jiao's brief moment of thought.

Boom!

A loud thunder shook the sky.

Heavy raindrops followed and fell overwhelmingly.

The thatched eaves built by Kong Jiao could not stop such a heavy rain, and his whole body was soaked in an instant.

call out!

Carrying the body of the falcon, Kong Jiao rushed out of the hut like a gust of wind and went straight to the cave.

(End of chapter)