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after one day.

"Hey, eat slowly."

He looked at the group of fluffy little ducks chirping in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Twelve purple-striped geese broke out of their shells one after another and became the cute group of geese in front of them. They were fluffy and looked very much like the little ducks in their previous lives.

They look docile and cute, but the only thing not beautiful is that the cost of raising them is a bit high.

At present, the purple-striped geese are still very young, and they may die young if they are not careful. In order to raise them, Chen Nianzhi has no choice but to make porridge with spiritual rice.

However, spiritual rice is extremely valuable. One spiritual stone in the market can only buy three kilograms of spiritual rice.

Before Chen Nianzhi, his family gave him a subsidy of thirty kilograms of spiritual rice every year, which was a salary worth ten spiritual stones. Together with the spiritual stones, it was more than enough to support his cultivation.

But now that the Chen family is in dire straits, most of Lingmi has been sold to pay off debts, which naturally cuts off Lingmi's salary.

If it hadn't been for the third elder who firmly gave him ten kilograms of spiritual rice when he came to Linghu Continent, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the spiritual rice to feed the purple-striped geese now.

These spiritual rice are Chen Nianzhi's ration, which can speed up his cultivation. In the four months since he came to Linghuzhou, he could only eat one or two every three days, and now he only has six kilograms left.

Unexpectedly, there were twelve more mouths all of a sudden. These little guys didn't know how precious the spiritual rice was. They fought and fought with each other around the spiritual rice porridge. After eating, they started yelling at Chen Nianzhi, which made him very anxious.

"Eat eat eat."

"If this continues, my family will be emptied by you."

Chen Nianzhi said angrily. Although he said so, he still grabbed one or two spiritual rice and cooked a bowl of porridge for these little guys.

After feeding a dozen little guys, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, unable to help but feel dumbfounded.

"In the past life of cultivating immortals, the protagonists were all very beautiful, like banished immortals coming to the world, and dominating the world."

"I never expected that when I really arrived in the world of cultivating immortals, I would actually be farming, feeding fish, and raising ducks."

"I am afraid that after cultivating immortals to this extent, I would not dare to write like this, right?"

Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi smiled, looked at the guqin on the attic in front of the bamboo house, and smiled calmly.

He was an art student in his previous life, and the Fang Guqin in front of him was his only hobby from his previous life.

"No one stipulates that practice must be all about fighting and killing."

"Play the piano when you have nothing to do, plant a few acres of spiritual fields, feed some spiritual fish, and raise a few fairy birds. Isn't this a kind of spiritual practice?"

He spoke calmly to himself, feeling at peace in his heart.

When it comes to spiritual practice, resources are the top priority. If we don’t farm and plant renewable resources, and everyone is robbing each other, then where will the resources come from?

The reason why everyone in the cultivation world is shouting about demon cultivators is because they do not produce anything, hunt down mortals and monks in large numbers, and use human flesh, blood and souls to sacrifice magic weapons. This is to destroy the foundation of the cultivation world.

They are selfish and insist on killing people for their own sake. They will even squeeze the potential of the world for their own cultivation. It is common for them to kill the goose to obtain the eggs.

If the Chen family is destroyed one day, then most of the hundreds of thousands of mortal descendants of the Chen family will become the blood food of demon cultivators and monster beasts, and their souls will not have peace after death. This is why the elder of the Chen family and a large number of monks have been stationed in Pingyang County all year round. s reason.

"Three taels of spiritual rice per day, and the remaining six kilograms of spiritual rice can only be supplied for twenty days."

"Fortunately, after twenty days, they can survive the most vulnerable juvenile period."

Chen Muzhi calculated how long the remaining spiritual rice would last. Fortunately, the purple-striped geese were spiritual beasts after all, so they could be fed ordinary rice or free-range in Lingzhou Lake.

Apart from the docile blue spirit fish, there are no other monsters in Lingzhou Lake. As long as the purple-striped geese survive their infancy, they can hunt in the lake without fear of attacks by ordinary beasts.

In the days that followed, Chen Nianzhi returned to his daily practice.

In my spare time, I warm and nourish the spiritual field every half month, take care of the precious elixirs, occasionally count the green spiritual fish, and feed the spiritual geese. The days pass by in a hurry.

It was the end of July in a blink of an eye. On this day, Chen Nianzhi stood under the spiritual peach tree, looking at the fifty-six spiritual peaches on the tree, and couldn't help showing a look of joy.

Today, the spiritual peaches of the spiritual peach tree have finally matured, with a total of fifty-six spiritual peaches, which is worth two hundred and eighty spiritual stones.

Overjoyed, he picked a spiritual peach and took a bite. He found that the spiritual peach was not only rich in spiritual power, but also sweet and delicious.

"This spiritual peach is indeed extraordinary."

"No wonder it's so expensive."

Chen Muzhi looked surprised. This was the most delicious peach he had ever tasted.

When a spiritual peach entered his stomach, he felt as if he had refined a treasure pill. The true energy in his body increased a little, and he even touched the threshold of the eighth level of Qi training.

It has been eight months since he broke through the seventh level of Qi training. Logically speaking, at the speed of his cultivation, it would take about two years to break through to the eighth level.

However, he had hunted two purple-striped geese before. This kind of demonic bird was of great benefit to the monk's practice. After steaming the two purple-striped geese, he saved a lot of practice time.

Now that he has eaten another spiritual peach, his cultivation has finally reached the threshold of the eighth level of Qi training.

"One spiritual peach is not enough."

Seeing that the opportunity came to break through to the eighth level of Qi training, Chen Nianzhi swallowed seven or eight spiritual peaches one after another. Finally, he accumulated enough Qi and began to attack the eighth level of Qi training.

Just half an hour later, the aura around him shook slightly, he opened his mouth and spit out a wisp of white mist, and then opened his eyes happily.

"Eighth level of Qi training."

Chen Nianzhi felt that his true energy had become stronger again, and he couldn't help showing a look of joy.

He has just turned sixteen now. Breaking through the eighth level of Qi training at this age is already extremely rare and can be regarded as outstanding even among the major sects of cultivating immortals.

At this rate, he is very likely to break through the ninth level of Qi training before he is twenty years old, and then start planning for foundation building.

"And with the help of more than fifty spiritual peaches every year, it can also speed up my cultivation..."

"This can save a lot of time and allow me to break through the ninth level of Qi training as soon as possible."

With this thought, Chen Nianzhi looked at the peach tree and felt a little excited in his heart.

With these spiritual peaches, he finally has no shortage of cultivation resources. Even if there is no family salary in the next few years, it will not affect his cultivation progress.

Refining spiritual peaches, raising ducks, farming, feeding fish, and practicing cultivation, the rest of the day was leisurely and peaceful.

It was late autumn in a blink of an eye. On this day, a small boat sailed over outside Lingzhou Lake, and there was a sound coming from a distance.

"Xiao Nianzhi, I'm here."

Chen Nianzhi walked out of the island in the middle of the lake and saw three figures walking over.

When he saw the person, he couldn't help but smile.

"Uncle Sixteen."

The person who came was Chen Changlu, who was the elder of the Chen family. He was the sixteenth among the monks of the elder generation, so he was Chen Nianzhi's sixteenth uncle.

The remaining two are Nian Qian and Nianyuan, two clan brothers. Although they are older than Chen Nianzhi, their cultivation and status are far inferior.

Uncle Sixteen is eighty-nine years old this year, and his cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Qi training. Because of his low cultivation level, he escaped the disaster a year ago.

When he got closer to Chen Nianzhi, he noticed the change in Chen Nianzhi's cultivation at first glance, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Eighth level of Qi training?"