Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Zhang Dawu brought Zhang Dajin over.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, Uncle Dajin, the first batch of Heize mud has been successfully transported back to Fairy Cat Valley. The elders and strong branches of the tribe will definitely purchase a large number of spiritual seedlings. I have cultivated tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings here. You can give them to Uncle Sanqian and sell them to them at the market price."

Zhang Xuan handed over a storage bottle.

Storage bottles are different from storage bags.

Storage bags can only store dead objects.

Storage bottles can store some spiritual medicines for a short time.

These tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings were cultivated in his meditation space and kept in the storage bottles.

In order for the Zhang family to become a spiritual medicine base under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect, spiritual seedlings are indispensable.

In order to grow spiritual medicines on a large scale, one must have a large amount of spiritual feces and two must have superb spiritual seedling masters.

It is these two harsh conditions that make it difficult for many powerful sects to promote spiritual medicine cultivation on a large scale.

Especially spiritual seedling masters are even more rare.

It is already very good that 10 spiritual medicine seeds can cultivate a spiritual seedling.

And it takes a lot of time.

For Zhang Xuan, this is not a problem at all.

He has a meditation space.

The success rate of cultivating spiritual medicine seeds into spiritual seedlings is 100%.

And the time is short. In less than half an hour, a batch of spiritual seedlings is cultivated.

"Tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings?" Zhang Dajin was shocked, "Are you a spiritual seedling master?"

"This is a secret. You can tell others that they are cultivated from our spiritual medicine garden."

"Yes."

After all, Zhang Dajin has lived to an old age and knows that there are some things that should not be asked.

At this time, the strong branches of the Fairy Cat Valley were also overjoyed after obtaining a large amount of Hei Ze Mud.

They all began to purchase spiritual seedlings in full swing.

The entire Fairy Cat Valley is in a situation where it is difficult to find a seedling.

At this time, the Jiuding Lake Market released news that there are a large number of spiritual seedlings for sale.

The elders and strong branches of each clan immediately sent people to Jiuding Lake Market to purchase.

Tens of thousands of spiritual seedlings were sold out as soon as they were put on the shelves, and there was still a shortage of supply.

"Are there any spiritual seedlings left in Jiuding Lake Market? These thousands of spiritual seedlings can't even meet one percent of the demand."

"We will buy as many spiritual seedlings as you have here, no bargaining."

"I didn't expect that the people who moved to Temple Street were all talented, and there were even spiritual seedling masters. Please ask them if they are willing to come to our Qiangzhi for a salary of 10,000 spiritual stones a year."

These elders of the Qiangzhi clan were all rich and powerful.

Zhang Sanqian agreed one by one with a smile on his face.

The spiritual seedlings sold in Jiuding Lake Market this time only earned tens of thousands of spiritual stones.

But it made a name for itself.

We have things that can't be bought in other places in Jiuding Lake Market.

The popularity of Jiuding Lake Market also increased, driving the sales of many other spiritual materials.

Soon, the second group of clan members headed for the Mizhan Hei Ze set off.

This time, the team was led by the third, fourth, and fifth elders.

Zhang Xuan and the remaining elders were assigned to lead the third group.

In this way, three batches of Hei Ze Mud can be transported back to Xianmao Valley in one month.

These Hei Ze Muds are stored and are enough for Xianmao Valley to grow spiritual medicines for decades to come.

Since the first batch was safe, more people went to the second batch.

The number of people from each strong branch who went to the barrier Hei Ze increased several times.

More than 200 people from the dung-collecting team also went.

There were also many people from the scattered cultivators in the market.

Of course, for scattered cultivators, Zhangjiaji would charge 10% of Hei Ze Mud as protection fees and team fees.

At this time, on a vacant land in the outer collection of spiritual medicine fields, Zhang Xuan held the Broken Weapon Hammer in his hand.

For him who has entered the stage of body refining and foundation building, the Broken Weapon Hammer can be said to be light in his hand, without the previous sense of weight.

He swung the hammer up and down, playing a set of meteor hammers.

The moves were smooth and unimpeded.

"Not bad, not bad..."

Zhang Xuan was very satisfied.

"Congratulations, Master, your strength has improved."

Zhang Xuan followed the voice and saw Old Oilhead walking towards him from a cave with a smile.

Except for Zhang Xuan's cave, the other caves are charged.

Old Oilhead went to the Secret Realm of the Ancestral Witch and gained a lot.

For more than a year, he has been renting a cave to live in.

"Senior Jianqiu, you look good. It seems that your strength has improved after more than a year of cultivation."

"My Dantian is broken and I have no hope of the Great Dao. I am still at the first level of Qi Refining."

Zhang Xuan looked at the first level of Qi Refining in front of him and his heart twitched.

This so-called first level of Qi Refining is probably the strongest fighting force in Fairy Cat Valley.

"Senior Jianqiu is too modest."

Old Oilhead waved his hand and said, "Don't call me senior. We are equals. Just call me Old Oilhead."

In fact, Old Oilhead also has his own calculations.

He has used up all the gold-based spiritual medicines now.

If the other party calls him senior, how can he have the nerve to ask for spiritual medicines from the other party?

It is better to befriend people of the same generation, so that you can shamelessly eat from the rich. Anyway, the temple owner has plenty of spiritual medicine.

"Temple owner, this... I have an unwelcome request. I wonder if you have any extra gold spiritual medicine?"

"No..." Zhang Xuan looked at the old oily head with a smirk and asked, "Have you used up all the more than a thousand gold spiritual medicines in your hand?"

"I have used them up. If you don't believe me, just look for them."

As he said this, the old oily head took out his empty storage bag.

"This consumes too much. It only lasts more than a year."

"Temple Master, metallic elixirs are no better than elixirs. They can only exert one-tenth of their effects."

"You mentioned metallic elixirs, and I remembered them. Please wait..."

Henry Zhang took out a dozen jade slips.

All records on the jade slips are prescriptions for elixirs.

These were bought from Fortress City.

He rummaged carefully.

"Found it," Henry Zhang looked overjoyed, "Wujindan, a metallic elixir, first-class low-grade..."

"Is this a pill recipe?"

"Yes."

"Will the temple owner be able to refine this Wujin Dan?"

"Won't."

"The strongest metallic elixir is the most difficult to refine into a pill among all the elixirs. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so difficult to buy." The old oil man said with a long sigh.

"I can be considered a first-level low-grade alchemist now. If I practice my skills, I can always refine Wujin Dan."

"Can the temple master really refine this black gold elixir?" The old oil man looked excited at this time, his eyes shining.

"That's no problem, but the people like us from Temple Street don't raise idlers."

"Don't worry, this temple owner. I won't take it for nothing. I will use my merits and spiritual stones to exchange for it."

"Do you have any merits?"

"No."

"Where's the spirit stone?"

"No, the rental of the cave was all spent some time ago."

"Then how do you change?"

"I'll trade this for it."

The old oil man sent a broken low-grade magic weapon to Henry Zhang.

"Isn't this magic weapon broken? Have you repaired it again?"

"It's fixed. I'm nostalgic and I'm not used to using other swords."

"Just this sword?"

"Just this sword, this is a sword that made Zhang Yuhuai wet his crotch." The old oil man said with narrowed eyes.

The old oil man looked so enigmatic that Henry Zhang found it very funny.

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait until I need to use your sword."

"no problem."

The oily old man slapped his chest and spat as he spoke, like a gambler who owes a huge debt.

"I'll go back to the cave first to figure out how to refine this Wujindan. The old oily senior will wait for a few days."

"Hey, the temple owner just needs to keep it in mind. I can afford to wait."