Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 115 - 115 105 Practice Please Subscribe

115: Chapter 105: Practice (Please Subscribe) 115: Chapter 105: Practice (Please Subscribe) “Alright, let’s all put in the effort as a family.”

Those strange souls and the villagers from Jiang Tang’s hotown, those who could speak, all expressed their thanks.

Only the babies who couldn’t speak were crying, then laughing the next mont, making “wah wah” sounds.

“Thank you, Jiang Tang, if it weren’t for your help, our souls would have scattered, we will rember your great kindness and great virtue.”

The souls chattered away, all with words of thanks and grateful looks in their eyes.

Previously, when they were black mists, their expressions could not be seen; now that they had beco little ones, they had a bit of expression like humans.

As they spoke words of gratitude, many of them knelt down and kowtowed within the circle of light to express their thanks.

“Fellow villagers and relatives, we need to unite in order to withstand the enemies outside.

Right now, we still can’t get out, as your cultivation levels are too low.

You need to quickly improve your cultivation.”

“Yes, we understand.”

The kneeling people stood up and started hopping energetically within the circle of light, their spirited little bodies bursting with vitality.

“My son, you must have suffered a lot over these years!”

Mrs.

Jiang noticed her son seed to have grown a bit taller, yet looked thinner, more spirited, resembling the handso features of a rich family’s son.

She never imagined soone from their small village could beco a cultivator.

Not only Mrs.

Jiang felt fortunate, but those from the black mists transford into lively mortal souls also felt how poor their lives had been when they were humans.

Yet as ghosts, they could cultivate and beco immortals, which was a blessing in disguise.

These ghosts thought, now following their fellow villager Jiang Tang, that in the future they might be able to cultivate a body and beco humans again.

Jiang Tang truly was an exceptional being, like a dragon among n.

Although everyone from their village had perished, fortunately, there was Jiang Tang.

Perhaps their village could be rebuilt.

After chatting with his relatives, Jiang Tang had left the cultivation of the crops in the space to Eryao and Little Blue Ox, sparing him the trouble of farming, and freeing up more of his ti for cultivation.

Occasionally, the space would yield magical treasures, pills, and secret manuals, often just what he needed.

Jiang Tang was unaware of the cultivation techniques for the Foundation Establishnt Stage, as he hadn’t reached that level during his ti in the North City Immortal Sect and wasn’t allowed to access the techniques and spells for levels above Foundation Establishnt.

Now, the space producing techniques and spells for the Foundation Establishnt Stage was precisely what he required.

He spent his days continuously cultivating and practicing spells, one day after another.

Jiang Tang had considered leaving the Hell Palace for training, but to do so, it was essential to achieve great mastery of the techniques of Foundation Establishnt Stage and a dium or higher mastery of spells.

He couldn’t keep encountering unknown dangers ti and again.

Perhaps at his current stage of Foundation Establishnt, he simply couldn’t contend with the ghost cultivators and demonic beasts outside.

But he possessed a magical treasure that allowed him to hide; if he couldn’t win, he could just hide.

Eryao beca the leader, naturally over Little Blue Ox, and tasked it with work every day.

As Little Blue Ox’s cultivation grew higher, so tasks could already be handled by it.

Eryao would only do one thing, which was to work a bit during harvest ti.

Little Blue Ox, without any complaints, worked diligently.

The benefit of working was the enhancent of its earth digging and crushing abilities, which also made its body stronger.

The Little Blue Ox, always dreaming of becoming the Bull Demon King, hoped that through these experiences it could quickly improve its cultivation.

…

Lai Jianlin had been sparring with Mo Wen these days, subjecting Mo Wen to defeat ti and ti again.

Despite Mo Wen’s continual complaints that Lai Jianlin was bullying his senior brother, he kept challenging him to train on the mountain top, growing through a mix of pain and pleasure.

At the initial stage of Foundation Establishnt, Mo Wen used to favor a bow as his Magical Treasure.

Recently, to improve his Wood Spirit Spell, he had been tirelessly cultivating the Soaring Trees.

In his repeated attempts, he had achieved a minor success and learned Lai Jianlin’s thod.

Tossing out a seed, the seed would grow wherever it landed.

A tree would spring up so tall that its height was unseen, but don’t think that such a tall tree was only the focus of its attack—its leaves, its sap, and its roots were all Magical Treasures to strike an enemy.

The roots could turn into Vine Whips to bind an opponent, the branches could beco spikes or even a sword, the leaves could beco invisible lethal weapons, and the tree’s thorns would turn into needles used for killing.

The sap would solidify the human body.

“Junior brother, tomorrow is the competition day for us Inner Sect Disciples, so you’d better go easy on ,” Mo Wen said timidly before the sparring session.

He had a Magical Treasure, but could only use the Wood Spell, hardly a match for Lai Jianlin’s manipulation of three different Spells.

This junior brother had more Magical Treasures on him and even more talisman inscriptions—Mo Wen had realized that he must be the son of a noble clan.

Like so rich family’s sons, using talismans to leave you in a sorry state, without any power to fight back.

“Senior brother, how can we just concede in a competition?” Lai Jianlin laughed, unconcerned.

He was aiming to win in this great competition, to beco a Direct Disciple, and to participate in all of the Sect’s major competitions.

It was his chance, after so many years in the Immortal Sect, to achieve his ambitions and bring glory to his family.

Mo Wen sighed in his heart, hoping he wouldn’t co across such sons from wealthy families.

“Senior brother, are we going to spar or not?

If not, I’m going back to rest, to get a good night’s sleep.”

“No, no, no, junior brother, why do you need to sleep?

Don’t we Cultivators just need to sit in ditation to recover?

Co on, let’s begin,” Lai Jianlin dismissed the idea.

As soon as Mo Wen finished speaking, he unexpectedly pulled out his previously used bow.

This type of Magical Treasure bow didn’t require arrows for shooting; with a slap of Spiritual Power, rays of light shot from the bow like a shower of arrows, leaving both humans and ghosts in a dire state if struck.

Lai Jianlin used the Solidifying Gold Spell, fixing the incoming light arrows a zhang in front of him into golden grains of sand with a palm strike, then diverting the sand back towards Mo Wen in a counterattack.

Mo Wen, witnessing such a scene, ceased his bow’s attacks and tossed out a seed.

The seed quickly started to grow; as the tree shot up higher, he grabbed onto it without effort and flew high up, avoiding the sandy gold attack.

Although Mo Wen had dodged the sandy gold assault, the tree he had planted on the ground wasn’t so lucky.

It was peppered with holes, about to break apart.

Mo Wen scattered another seed.

As this seed grew to the height of the other tree, he moved on to the next one, just as the tree struck by the golden sand snapped and fell to the ground with a ‘crack’.

Perhaps using the fallen tree, he attacked Lai Jianlin with branches, leaves, roots, and sap of the tree he was currently climbing.

Lai Jianlin cast the Earth Digging Spell, and suddenly the soil in front of him began to fly layer by layer into the sky, filling the whole mountain with dust.

Mo Wen, up above amidst the dust, couldn’t get a clear view of Lai Jianlin.

He could only take out his bow again, shooting a luminous shower of arrow-like beams towards his opponent.