"Indeed, kill and burn, a golden belt.
No wonder so many people are keen on becoming Tribulation Cultivators.
This feeling of gaining without effort truly intoxicates people."
Zhou Changwang took a deep breath and suppressed the divergent thoughts in his heart.
He knew that any Tribulation Cultivator was soone who licked the blood off the blade.
Though it seed like they could plunder others and gain much, the risks were equally great. One careless move, and they might encounter a strong enemy and be counterattacked to death.
Walking too often at night, you will eventually et a ghost.
In the Cultivation World, there are too many strong individuals, each with one or two trump cards, more or less... On the path of seeking, there are many bumps, so if one can avoid an altercation, it’s best not to engage.
Then, Zhou Changwang sequentially placed all items into the Storage Bag, leaving only the Dharma Artifact Flying Sword.
He toyed with it fondly for a while, then promptly led his Heart Spirit into it and began the sacrificial refining.
To unleash the potential of a magic artifact, one must commit their Heart Spirit into it, controlling it with their Spiritual Power... only then can the artifact exhibit its intended power.
However, at present, Zhou Changwang, even after completing the sacrificial refining of the artifact, could only unleash a single strike.
After one strike, the artifact flies out.
Given his Heart Spirit’s intensity, he could barely summon the artifact back, even if he tried, it would consu a great amount of Heart Spirit.
Only when a cultivator reaches the Qi Refining Fourth Level, and their Heart Spirit transforms to rge with Spiritual Qi, turning into Spiritual Sense, can they control the magic artifact freely, launching and retrieving it, attacking enemies continuously like an extension of their body.
Zhou Changwang’s Heart Spirit imrsed in the Flying Sword, continuously harmonizing with it, while his Spiritual Power inside slowly flowed into the sword, beginning to nurture it.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Only after a stick of incense did Zhou Changwang stop his actions, placing the Dharma Artifact Flying Sword back into the Storage Bag.
What he is using now is the Three-Day Sacrificial Refining thod.
By performing the refining on the Flying Sword for three days with Heart Spirit and Mana, requiring only the ti of a stick of incense each day, the artifact can be directly driven to exhibit its power.
Thus, he is not in a hurry.
After storing the artifact, Zhou Changwang then took out a wooden box, opened it, and three pitch-black seeds were prominently displayed.
These are the three Spirit Rice Seeds he obtained from Chen Yushu.
He doesn’t know whether these three Spirit Rice Seeds are completely dead or still have a slight trace of Vitality, rely using them as tools for practicing Magic.
Placing the three seeds in front of him, with a thought, Spiritual Power circulated, forming complex rune structures.
One breath, two breaths...
In less than three breaths’ ti, the weaving of Spiritual Power was completed, and points of Spiritual Light gathered in his hand.
Fertilization Technique 1
He pointed forward.
The points of Spiritual Light, following his finger’s motion, fell on the three pitch-black seeds.
Naturally, the three seeds showed no change.
Zhou Changwang didn’t mind, continuing to control Spiritual Power to cast the magic.
One spell, two spells, three spells...
After dozens of spells, he stopped.
He smoothly stored the three seeds back into the wooden box and placed it in the Storage Bag.
It’s undeniable, with the Storage Bag, everything has beco much more convenient.
Self-contained space, easy retrieval.
Convenient and quick.
The only thing that left him sowhat regretful was the small space inside the Storage Bag, about a cubic ter, limiting what could be placed inside.
Of course, this already satisfied him.
...
The next day, as soon as Zhou Changwang arrived at the Spirit Field, he saw Old Xu with a grim face, standing with a group of Spirit Farrs, cursing and swearing.
Apart from him, many Spirit Farrs had quite unpleasant expressions.
Without needing to inquire, Zhou Changwang knew that soone’s Spirit Field had been stolen again.
Old Xu was rather unlucky, having been struck again.
Ten acres of Spirit Field, almost every one had been visited, this ti losing even more than yesterday, no less than three hundred jin of Spirit Grain, which, after being shelled, amounted to two hundred and thirty jin of Spirit Rice.
Additionally, noteworthy was that besides the theft of Spirit Rice, many Spirit Fields exhibited traces of being ravaged by Demon Beasts.
One person was particularly unlucky; in one acre of Spirit Field, nearly half the Spirit Grain Rice was trampled and eaten by Demon Beasts, causing a significant loss.
Zhou Changwang’s Spirit Field also wasn’t spared.
Similarly, it showed traces of being trampled by Demon Beasts, a large area of Spirit Grain Rice was flattened and a small portion was bitten and chewed away.
"These are traces of the Iron Armor Pig rolling around. Judging by the signs, the one in your Spirit Field weighs at least five hundred jin."
Old Xu, having returned from among the Spirit Farrs, saw the scene in Zhou Changwang’s Spirit Field and felt consoled, couldn’t help but want to laugh, yet when thinking of his Spirit Field’s miserable state, couldn’t laugh, only spoke with a face full of emotion.
"Are there such big Demon Beasts on Changling Mountain?
Are the cultivators from Spirit Plant Hall patrolling in vain every day?"
Zhou Changwang muttered.
He quickly went into the field, lifting up the flattened Spirit Grain Rice.
Seeing those partly chewed Spirit Grain Rice, feeling even more heartbroken. These were all the fruits of his hard labor each day facing the soil with his back to the sky, yet they’ve been ruined.
"Those guys rely go through the motions every day.
How can they genuinely take care and patrol to capture beasts?"
Old Xu, indignant, explained: "Moreover, Changling Mountain is very large, they rely patrol the outermost areas near the Spirit Field.
Most Demon Beasts hide deeper."
"But the Spirit Rice can be harvested in a few days, it can’t continue like this."
Zhou Changwang frowned, promptly applying the Fertilization Technique, with points of Spiritual Light falling upon the Spirit Grain, bringing vitality to those initially flattened and wilting Spirit Grain Rice, almost visibly straightening upright.
"It’s unfeasible indeed.
So earlier, I discussed with other Spirit Farrs about jointly organizing people to keep watch at night.
At the foot of Changling Mountain, there’s a total of only three hundred or so acres of Spirit Field, a group of three to five people will suffice to protect this area.
Changwang, would you like to join?
If you join, hand over two Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, and when we hire people to keep watch at night, your Spirit Field will also be under protection.
Then, whether the little thief stealing rice or the rampaging Demon Beasts, will be dealt with and driven away for you."
Old Xu proceeded to speak enthusiastically.
"Two Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, who is willing to guard?"
Zhou Changwang furrowed his brow and asked.
Yesterday, a bunch of people were clamoring to stay overnight and guard the Spirit Field, but in the end, none stayed.
Apparently, most still cherish their lives.
Not daring to stay outdoors overnight.
Perhaps accordingly, the rice thief beca increasingly bold, striking again and stealing a large amount of Spirit Rice.
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