Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

When the group returned to Zhangjiaji, it was completely dark.

Many people in Zhangjiaji are members of the Zhang clan. Their ancestors have lived in this Fairy Cat Valley for generations, and they don’t know how many years they have lived.

Zhangjiaji has a first-level mid-grade spiritual vein.

The areas close to the spiritual veins are called Neiji. There are tens of thousands of acres of high-quality spiritual fields, and the yield of spiritual grains per acre can reach up to a thousand catties, and all of them have reached the grade of first-order middle-grade spiritual grains.

The periphery of the spiritual veins is called Waiji, and there are tens of thousands of acres of spiritual fields. However, the quality of the spiritual fields is much lower. The yield of spiritual grain per acre is only a hundred kilograms, and most of them can only produce first-order low-grade spiritual grain.

Waiji is divided into thirteen streets, and Zhang Xuan lives on Temple Street in Waiji.

Temple Street is on the edge of Zhangjiaji, and the spiritual land is barren, so the spiritual field needs to be nourished regularly with spiritual excrement.

Without spiritual excrement, these spiritual fields would become ordinary fields in a short time.

Everyone carried the dung baskets to the old grandpa's house on Temple Street and asked him to help him deal with the monster dung.

The collected spiritual feces cannot be spread directly into the spiritual field and must be specially processed.

Dealing with spiritual feces is a big science.

Some spiritual excrement needs to be fermented for more than a year by adding some spiritual materials, some spiritual excrement needs to be tempered with spiritual fire to remove residual poison, and some spiritual excrement needs to be buried in a dark or cold place to be cultivated...

And it was the old grandpa from Temple Street who completely mastered this skill.

The old grandpa was smoking his pipe and cooking pot. When he saw the leader Zhang Dawu carrying a whole basket of spiritual dung, he said with a smile on his face: "Dawu had a good harvest today. There are hundreds of kilograms of spiritual excrement. I will tell you a wife later." ”

Zhang Dawu, such a strong-backed man, actually looked shy: "Old grandpa is joking, I want to break through to the second level of Qi refining."

"Hehe... We Dawu have a lot of potential!" the old grandpa teased with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Dawu scratched the back of his head, looking extremely embarrassed.

Among the children who grew up on Temple Street, there was no one who had not eaten the candy given by the old grandpa, and which naughty one had not been spanked by the old grandpa.

Not to mention these young men, their parents are still just children in the eyes of the old grandpa.

It can be said that the old grandpa is highly respected in Temple Street, and he is the main talker on some important matters in Temple Street.

"You have so much spiritual excrement, are you going to let grandpa help you deal with it, or replace it?" the old grandpa asked Zhang Dawu while taking a puff of cigarette.

"Now is the time to apply manure in Linggu. I don't know how long it will take to process it. Let's replace them all." Zhang Dawu said respectfully.

"Okay, let's weigh it first."

The old grandpa directly took an old scale and hooked up a basket of spiritual dung with one hand.

"A total of 143 kilograms, which is the spiritual excrement of the first-level low-grade green bull beast. It can replace 50 kilograms of fermented spiritual excrement."

"Okay, thank you, grandpa." Zhang Dawu showed a simple smile on his face.

The remaining people also lined up one after another to exchange the spiritual excrement they picked up for their old grandpa.

"Five pounds of spiritual excrement can be exchanged for one pound."

Er Laizi became anxious when he heard this: "No, grandpa, Brother Dawu can redeem 30%, why do I only have 20%?"

"The green ox spirit excrement Dawu picked up is warm in nature and has a high fecal discharge rate. What you picked up is the purple bead sheep's spiritual excrement, which has a low fecal discharge rate." The old grandpa explained calmly.

Zhang Dawu slapped the second laizi on the head: "Lai Zi, my old grandpa has already taken good care of you, but he still hasn't apologized to grandpa."

The second laizi forced out a smile: "Grandpa, I was wrong."

Everyone also exchanged the monster dung they picked up for their old grandpa in turn, and everyone got a good harvest. There were smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the great harvest of Linggu this year.

Finally, it was Henry Zhang’s turn.

The total amount of spiritual excrement in Henry Zhang’s dung basket is less than one tael.

"I... I'd better not bother grandpa. When I pick up spiritual dung next time, I will save a piece of it and exchange it for grandpa." After saying this, Henry Zhang picked up his dung basket and turned to leave.

The second-rate kid snatched Henry Zhang’s dung basket and said with a smile: “Don’t worry, brother Henry Zhang, I see you picked up a lot of dung, show it to grandpa, hahaha...”

The second laizi carried the dung basket to the old grandpa.

The old man lifted up the dung basket, took a look inside, and then shook it twice. Several dung pellets inside made a "squeaking" sound.

In the past, I was always the second-rate bastard and the target of everyone’s ridicule.

This time it was finally replaced by Henry Zhang.

Er Laizi felt extremely happy in his heart.

Henry Zhang was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

The old grandpa didn't even bother to name him, and just poured out the excrement pellets.

"Hahaha...Brother Henry Zhang, you really picked up a lot of spiritual excrement!" Er Laizi laughed.

The old grandpa frowned and looked at these black dung particles in concentration.

"This is the spirit excrement of the second-level soul-seeking rat." The old grandpa said with a solemn expression.

"Second-order spiritual dung?"

Everyone present was also shocked.

Zhang Dawu was puzzled: "Most of the second-level monsters are deep in the Black Forest. How come they come to the edge of the Black Forest?"

The old grandpa took a puff of cigarette and said: "You also said that for the most part, there are always a small number of second-order monsters that will come to the edge of the Black Forest, and this spirit-seeking rat lives in pursuit of spiritual energy, and there is no fixed activity point. "

The second-rate son who was still laughing at Henry Zhang just now looked at Henry Zhang with envious eyes.

The spiritual excrement of a second-level monster is extremely valuable. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has a price but no market.

The main reason is that second-level spiritual beasts, as high-level spiritual beasts, eat spiritual grass and spiritual fruits with rich spiritual energy, which are basically digested and rarely produce spiritual feces.

But the demand for second-level spiritual manure is very large, especially for spiritual fields planted with spiritual medicines, which must be fertilized with spiritual manure from second-level spiritual beasts.

"It's a pity that there is a little less. How about this, I will use 200 kilograms of spiritual manure to exchange for the spiritual manure of your spiritual-seeking rats, okay?" The old grandfather looked at Zhang Xuan and said.

"200 kilograms?" Zhang Xuan was shocked, "Okay, okay, okay, listen to Grandpa."

With 200 kilograms of spiritual manure, his three-tenths of spiritual fields and the spiritual grains planted were finally saved.

I didn't expect that opening the fairy herb map would have the wonderful effect of finding spiritual manure.

Then the old grandfather filled Zhang Xuan's manure basket with 200 kilograms of spiritual manure.

Zhang Xuan carried it hard, feeling full of fulfillment.

At this time, everyone looked at the large basket of spiritual manure that Zhang Xuan had exchanged, and they were also very envious.

Zhang Dawu also walked to Zhang Xuan and said, "Brother Zhang Xuan, next time we pick up manure, we will be in a team."

Zhang Dawu is at the peak of the first level of Qi Refining, and he is the most advanced among the young people in Temple Street. If you follow him, your safety will be guaranteed.

Zhang Xuan immediately nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Dawu."

Each of them dispersed.

Zhang Xuan carried a large basket of spiritual manure on his back and came to the spiritual field under the moonlight.

At this time, his spiritual field had not been fertilized for a long time, and the spirituality was looming.

Even the spiritual grains he planted were a little wilted.

Zhang Xuan immediately spread the spiritual manure in the spiritual field and performed the Rain-Transforming Technique.

The rain washed the spiritual manure into the spiritual field.

The spiritual field devoured and absorbed it eagerly.

Streams of spiritual energy permeated above the three-tenths of the spiritual field, and it looked more and more hazy under the moonlight.

Even the wilted spiritual grains stood up at this time.

Zhang Xuan even vaguely heard the sound of the spiritual grains being plucked.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At first, he rejected farming.

Now he finally found a sense of accomplishment.

In the next few days, Zhang Xuan followed everyone to pick up manure.

With the guidance of the phantom of the monster in the Kaixianzhi medicine map, Zhang Xuan could find some high-level spiritual manure every time.

Although it was not as amazing as the first time he directly took out the second-level spiritual manure, Zhang Xuan found the spiritual manure of the first-level late or even peak spiritual beasts in the next few days.

This made the spiritual farmers who picked up manure around him very envious.

Zhang Xuan picked up a lot of monster manure, and he couldn't use up his three-tenths of spiritual fields, so he exchanged the excess monster manure with the big farmers in Temple Street.

For every 100 catties of monster manure, he exchanged for one catty of spiritual grain.

As the exchange of spiritual grain increased, the grain jar that originally had only two or three catties was actually full.

"In the past, I was willing to eat only one or two catties of spiritual grain every day, and it was still coarse grain with bran. Now I also want to eat some fine grain."

Zhang Xuan sifted out the bran from the exchanged spiritual grain and gave it to his neighbor Zhang Dazui.

Zhang Dazui raised a few snowflake chickens at home, and it was perfect to eat these bran containing residual spiritual energy.

"You've made progress, Xiao Xuanzi. When these snowflake chickens lay eggs, I'll give you one to try." Zhang Dazui was still as carefree as ever.

"Uncle Dazui, no need to bother." Zhang Xuan said embarrassedly.

He returned home and started to put the refined grain into the pot.

This time, he did not save money and used half a catty of spiritual grain.

Cooking over high heat, the spiritual grain was cooked in a short while.

Opening the lid of the pot, the spiritual grain was sticky and full of spiritual energy.

Zhang Xuan directly served a large bowl.

After taking a mouthful of spiritual grain, he felt the spiritual power contained in the spiritual grain spread to his limbs and bones, and flowed into the sea of ​​qi through the spiritual roots.

There was a little more spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi.

"This is the real refined grain."

Zhang Xuan wolfed down and finished a bowl of spiritual grain, and served another bowl.

He ate seven large bowls in a row and even licked the pot clean.

At this time, a white mist was lingering in his originally dry sea of ​​qi, which was the spiritual power transformed by the spiritual grain he ate this time.

Looking at the full grain jar, Zhang Xuan felt full of security.

"One day, I will rush to the peak of the first level of Qi Refining like Da Wu, and then I will no longer have the trouble of becoming a mortal."

That night, Zhang Xuan was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up to check his three-tenths of spiritual field.

After these days of irrigation with a large amount of spiritual manure, Zhang Xuan's three-tenths of spiritual field has almost become the most spiritual field in Temple Street.

The spiritual grain is growing well.

"According to this trend, this year we can harvest about 50 kilograms of spiritual grain, which is 20 kilograms more than in previous years. Excluding the 10 kilograms handed over to the clan library, I can get 40 kilograms myself." Zhang Xuan became happier and happier as he thought about it, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.