Natural fairy species

On Hanxiu Peak, great construction work is being carried out.

A thousand mortals were mobilized from the small town at the foot of the mountain to demolish the dilapidated buildings and transport hundreds of years old logs to the top of the mountain to prepare for the reconstruction of the Chuan Gong Pavilion, the Weapon Refining Hall, etc.

At the same time, in the places where the spiritual veins in the mountains are full, caves are excavated in the appropriate direction, each equipped with a master bedroom, a training room, and a storage room.

In the past few days, the missing clan members have gradually returned. They all found hiding places to hide as soon as they were attacked by the Ghost Spirit Sect, and they were lucky enough to escape.

The clan leader and his entourage were exhausted and lost their troops and generals. Four clan members left their lives in Wuyue Temple, including an elder.

Hundreds of monks besieged the third floor of Wuyue Temple for ten days, and nearly a hundred monks died in the process. There was the most dangerous moment in the middle, when thousands of swords and swords burst out from the Chongxu Sword Formation in an instant. If the clan leader had not damaged a spiritual weapon and blocked all the swords and swords in that section of the Bai family, he would still be able to return alive at this time. There are even fewer people who go to Hanxiu Peak.

There was no time to feel sad. After a brief discussion between the clan leader and the remaining three elders, they felt that the monks in the family suffered heavy casualties, and the safety would be greatly reduced if they lived dispersed.

Moreover, the shortage of manpower makes it difficult for the Bai family to continue to maintain their current territory.

It was decided to shrink the defense line and try to let all the family monks live in the Hanxiu Peak area.

Only then did mortals begin to dig caves and build courtyards.

"Chen'er, it's best that you are safe and sound. I hope that after this difficulty, your future practice will be smoother."

There was a trace of vicissitudes on Bai Jiu'an's face, and the dangers of the Five Sacred Mountains were not much worse than those of staying within the clan.

"It's a pity that Bai Ying lost his mother at a young age. Fortunately, his father happened to stay in Qingfengmenfang City that day and has not returned."

"This time the Ghost Spirit Sect invaded, at least thirty cultivating families were attacked at the same time. Many of the families were wiped out. The division of power in the entire Black Mountain Mountains will change."

"But right now, the only one with the strength to take over so much territory is the Qingfeng Sect."

"Uncle, what's going on over there at Wuyue Temple? After you opened the cave, what treasures were there?" Bai Zichen asked, curious about the legendary Wuyue Zhenren's cave, the number one loose cultivator in Mizhou.

"In the third floor of the Five Mountains Temple, there is indeed the Five Mountains Divine Peak, the natal magic weapon of the Five Mountains Master, five five-color metal hills that look like hills. We all saw it as soon as the Chongxu Sword Formation was broken. But the first thing we saw was Qing Qing. Master Yang from Fengmen took it away."

Bai Jiu'an sighed and spoke slowly after a long time, feeling helpless, awe, and a little bit of well-hidden fascination.

The Master Yang he spoke of had become Master Jiedan more than two hundred years ago, and was the uncle of Master Ge Cang. But when it comes to cultivation, he is not as good as his junior. It is said that he has been stuck in the early stage of pill formation and is unable to make any progress.

According to life speculation, Yang Zhenren's life is short, so his style has been particularly aggressive in recent years. Five years ago, he and an elder from the Ghost Spirit Sect got into a fight after an auction over a life-enhancing pill, which triggered a dispute between the two cases. A series of conflicts.

"The strange thing is that except for the Five Sacred Peaks, there is only a majestic stone tablet on the third floor of the cave, and there are no other treasures. But I heard from the senior Qingfengmen foundation builder who sent us back that this is related to an opportunity, and it may be a blessing to us. These are the younger generation of monks from the cultivating families.”

"Chen'er, you are the right age. If you really get your turn, it will be a huge benefit to you."

Bai Zichen was very interested in the so-called opportunity, but his uncle only heard about it from others. Only the senior officials of Qingfeng Sect knew the real inside story.

"By the way, uncle, please show me if this is the rumored storage bag. I've studied it over and over again, but I can't open it?"

A small gray bag fell on the table. After Bai Zichen killed the seriously injured Ghost Spirit Sect monk that day, what he found on his body was the same as the storage bag mentioned in the book.

But I injected mana back and forth, and the bag didn't react at all, like a mud cow entering the sea.

It's hard to ask others about this thing. The things on the other dead Ghost Spirit Sect disciples were returned to the family treasury after cleaning the battlefield. But Bai Zichen felt that this storage bag was obtained at the risk of his life and it belonged to him. None of the loot was handed over.

So I carefully hid the storage bag around my waist and didn't mention it to anyone.

My uncle can be trusted, so of course I can feel free to ask.

Bai Jiuan was a little surprised. He touched the storage bag with his palm, and an obscure light flashed through: "It's the lowest level storage bag. Where did you get it, Chen'er?"

Bai Zichen recounted the story of going down the mountain that day, which made Bai Jiu'an a little scared.

"Thank you for your luck, that person has no power to fight back, otherwise a random spell could kill you."

Bai Jiu'an handed the storage bag back and motioned for him to try it himself, "The storage bag has the original owner's mark on it. Others cannot open it directly, but they only need to use their own magic power to flush both sides to cover it. It's just that Your cultivation level is too low, so you can’t open it.”

"Although low-end storage bags can't hold many things, it's a lot more convenient to carry one. The cheapest second-hand one in the market sells for 80 spirit stones. Even if the storage bag is empty, you can still make a small profit this time. It’s a stroke of luck.”

Bai Zichen gave away his magic power this time, and he successfully opened the storage bag and left his mark on it.

A three-foot-square space contains three jade bottles, several sets of clothes, more than thirty spiritual stones and a jade slip.

He poured everything on the wooden table, scattered in a pile, with only one thought in his mind, this time he will make a fortune!

"These two bottles are Qi-boosting pills. There are twelve pills in total. They are effective for monks below the sixth level of Qi refining. They can significantly speed up the practice and refine mana. I have taken a few pills before, so the pills should be fine. But. Chen'er, your current level of cultivation is too low. It will be just right if you take it in two years. These two bottles of elixir can reduce at least three years of hard work."

Bai Jiu'an put down the first two jade bottles and worried about the blood-red elixir in the third jade bottle.

This blood-red elixir exudes a fishy smell. Just smelling it makes you feel a little dizzy. It is probably a unique elixir of the Ghost Spirit Sect and is not known to outsiders.

"Forget it. When I have time, I will ask my friends who have studied alchemy to avoid problems caused by taking medicine indiscriminately."

Bai Zichen understood that this was for his own good, and he had nothing to do with it.

If the ingredients of the elixir on the demonic monk's body are not clear, who knows whether it is a miraculous elixir or a highly poisonous thing.

As for the jade slips, that is a characteristic of sect disciples. Generally, casual cultivators, including family monks, record their inherited skills on paper, and rarely need to use jade slips.

But not only are jade slips easy to pass on, but some special skills are also passed down by divine will. Only jade slips can do this. The disadvantage is that the cost is a bit higher.

After Bai Jiuan read it, he told him that it was a book about how to incorporate the blood of monsters and beasts into a monk's body to gain a strong body. Not only was the practice extremely risky, but the prerequisite was to have the corresponding blood of monsters and beasts. It can only be kept as a collection and has no value to them.

"Uncle, why don't you use this storage bag? I don't need this when I don't leave the family."

Bai Zichen thought for a while and handed over the storage bag. If he remembered correctly, his uncle had not used the storage bag yet. The limited spiritual stones had been used to exchange for cultivation resources, so there was no spare money for storage.

"You keep it for yourself. How can I, Bai Jiu'an, take my nephew's things?" Bai Jiu'an said seriously.

"And on the way back, the clan leader said that this trip to the Five Mountains Temple will be credited to the nine of us, and each of us will be given an obstacle-breaking pill. As long as we break through to the late stage of Qi refining, the family will have a storage bag distributed. "

Once he reaches the later stage of Qi refining, his status in the Bai family is completely different, and he can be regarded as a candidate for elders.

Every year, spiritual stone benefits and resource allocation will increase significantly.

Of course, Bai Zichen hopes that his uncle's cultivation level will be as high as possible. It is best to be able to practice to build the foundation in one go so that he can hug his thighs: "My nephew wishes in advance that my uncle will break through to the late stage of Qi refining and that all his wishes will come true!"

"There is one more thing I want to tell you solemnly. Chen'er, don't think that you have gained a lot this time, and you have the idea of ​​​​killing people to seize treasures. Not to mention that Jie Xiu has a bad reputation and is not accepted by the mainstream. As long as you accept it With this kind of thinking, the greed in the heart will be magnified without limit, and the ability to control oneself will be lost step by step. In the end, he will either die on the way to murder and seize the treasure, or he will be besieged to death, and no one will be spared."

"Remember! Remember!"

Bai Zichen's heart suddenly shuddered, and he realized that he was indeed dazzled by the storage bag, thinking that he would get another windfall sometime.

Fortunately, my uncle woke me up in time and it was not too late.