Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Improving Spiritual Root Qualification

After returning home, Zhou Xun couldn't wait to close the door.

Then he took out the medicine bottle and gently pulled out the cork. A smell of medicine and a touch of spiritual energy came to his nostrils.

Zhou Xun was refreshed. He looked at it carefully for a while and then put the cork back in the bottle.

"After I finish eating the spiritual rice and my body is full of spiritual energy, I will take it again. It will definitely get twice the result with half the effort!"

Although he was a little excited, Zhou Xun still suppressed it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong——"

Zhou Xun hurriedly stuffed the medicine bottle into his arms and patted it properly. When he felt that no one else would notice, he stood up and opened the door.

"Brother Zhou!" A majestic voice sounded.

What caught his eye was a tall, dark-skinned young man, who looked to be about the same age as Zhou Xun. He was also holding a snow-white rabbit in his hand, which weighed more than ten kilograms.

"Dahai, when did you come back!" Zhou Xun said in surprise.

This person is Zhou Xun's childhood friend Shan Xionghai. He is one year younger than Zhou Xun, so he calls Zhou Xun his eldest brother.

What he was holding in his hand was the delicacy that made Zhou Xun endlessly memorable, the Snow Mango Rabbit.

"It's a long story. Let's go in and cook the snowman rabbit, and we'll talk while eating!" As he said that, the young man smacked his mouth a few times.

"Please please please-"

Zhou Xun quickly welcomed Shan Xionghai in.

Not long after, the Xue Mang Rabbit was ready, and the two of them chatted while eating.

Shan Xionghai was lying on the chair, ruthlessly tore off a big rabbit's leg, and devoured it.

"Da Dahai, I saw many demon hunting monks returning to Hongyefang, but what happened?"

Zhou Xun asked, remembering the groups of demon-hunting monks he had seen in Hongyefang these past two days.

"Brother, you are still so smart," the young man said vaguely while chewing rabbit meat.

"I don't know what happened in the center of Baimang Mountain, causing a large number of monsters to spread to the periphery!"

"Spreading to the periphery?" Zhou Xun asked doubtfully.

This Baimang Mountain stretches for countless thousands of miles, and there are countless monsters living in it.

The closer to the center, the higher the level of the monster. The monster hunting monks of Hongyefang make a living by hunting low-level monsters on the periphery of Baimang Mountain.

"Yes, some people even said they saw second-level monsters, which are equivalent to the foundation-building monks of us immortal cultivators! In the past, they only appeared once every few years. This time, the news came out that there were no less than five monsters! "

"Because the incident happened suddenly and a large number of demon hunting monks were lost, my second uncle planned to return to Hongyefang first to avoid the limelight."

That's it, Zhou Xun nodded.

Normally, the spread of monsters to the periphery is a feast for these monster-hunting monks.

However, even the second-level monsters appeared, so they, Qi-training monks, could not provoke them, so it was only right to return to Hongyefang.

Then the two talked about what happened after they separated. Shan Xionghai talked about his experience of hunting monsters. Although it sounded ordinary from his mouth, Zhou Xun also understood the dangers involved.

Monsters are naturally physically strong, and coupled with their innate spells, they are extremely powerful.

Therefore, human immortal cultivators of the same level are no match for monsters.

This is also the reason why Zhou Xun rejected Shan Xionghai's second uncle's invitation and went to Baimang Mountain to hunt monsters together.

"By the way, you still don't know, but my cultivation has now reached the peak of the third level of Qi training!" Shan Xionghai said, and a powerful aura of mana radiated out.

Feeling this breath, Zhou Xun couldn't help but feel a little sour.

"By the way, where are you?" Shan Xionghai asked.

Hearing this, Zhou Xun's heart felt a little dry, but he still told his experience, telling everyone except the Wei brothers.

Shan Xionghai was a little angry when he heard that Zhou Xun was fired.

"You thief, when I find an opportunity, I will definitely catch the person in charge and give him a good beating!"

"Then what are you going to do now? Have you found a job?" Shan Xionghai asked with concern.

"I haven't found it yet," Zhou Xun shook his head.

Shan Xionghai pondered for a while, then slowly said:

"Brother, I actually have something to do when I come here today."

"Oh? I wonder what's going on?" Zhou Xun asked curiously.

"On my way back to Hongyefang yesterday, by chance, I found a nest of golden rats in a valley. You are in Miaofu Pavilion, you should know the beauty of this beast."

"Of course I know." Zhou Xun nodded.

The Golden Spirit Rat is a metallic first-order low-grade monster with a golden gradient all over its body.

Its blood can be used to refine talisman ink, its beard can also be used to refine talisman pens, and its rat skin can be used to refine talisman paper. Even its monster meat can be sold for two or three spiritual essences. After all, an adult Golden Spirit Rat is worth more than 60 Spirit Essence.

"It just so happens that you, brother, have no work to do now. Why don't you come with me and kill this nest of golden rats? You can also replace them with a lot of spirit rats, which will solve your urgent need!"

At the same time, in a valley thousands of miles away from Hongye Square, a nest of golden rats was squeaking. They lived in a hidden cave.

Behind them, spiritual grass grows, gathering the spiritual energy of the entire valley, which is extremely strange.

If Ling Zhifu was here, he would be able to recognize that this is the first-class spiritual medicine, the Spirit-Gathering Grass, which has the function of gathering spiritual energy and is the main medicine of the Spirit-Gathering Pill.

"Uncle Shan is a master at the fifth level of Qi refining. Isn't it easy to hunt down this nest of golden rats?" Zhou Xun asked doubtfully after hearing Shan Xionghai's words.

"The incident at Baimang Mountain happened unexpectedly. My second uncle still had some things to arrange, so he didn't go with me."

Zhou Xun nodded when he heard this, but was not in a hurry to agree.

He had no experience in hunting monsters, and Shan Xionghai was also a monster-hunting monk who had not yet started his apprenticeship, which made him a little worried.

"Can it be done with just you and me?"

"Brother, don't worry. Although this Golden Spirit Rat is a first-order low-grade monster, it's not very powerful, so it's easy to deal with!" Shan Xionghai assured, patting his chest.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun was still a little worried, so he said:

"I'll think about it again!"

Seeing this, Shan Xionghai said helplessly: "Well, this won't happen right away. It will take ten days to make some preparations. Brother, please think carefully!"

Then the two began to talk about other experiences.

By the time Shan Xionghai left, it was already night.

Zhou Xun first took a bath, then entered the quiet room and lit a low-level soothing incense.

This thing is mixed with a small amount of Yuanshen grass, which helps the monks calm their mind. It costs two spiritual essences.

Feeling the faint sandalwood scent lingering on the tip of his nose, Zhou Xun quickly calmed down.

Picking up the medicine bottle in front of him, he gently uncorked the bottle, poured the round Qi-Entraining Pill into the palm of his hand, then twisted it up with two fingers and gently put it into his mouth.

After the elixir entered the abdomen, a pure spiritual energy spread out and spread throughout the body along the meridians.

Zhou Xun quickly ran the third-level formula of Yangyuan Jue to refine this spiritual energy.

Early the next morning, the door to the quiet room opened and Zhou Xun walked out.

Recalling yesterday's experience, he really didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

After taking the Qi-entraining pill, he didn't dare to neglect it and immediately started refining it with his exercises.

As his practice deepened, he couldn't help but fall into a dream again,

The same monk battlefield, the same spiritual light in the sky, the same glorious hall.

The difference is that this time I can clearly see the second half of the Ning Chun Jing.

After he woke up, all the formulas of the Ning Chun Sutra seemed to be in his mind, lingering in his mind.

"This time, we will try to see if this formula can really improve the spiritual root qualifications as stated in the general outline!"

However, the price was that his Qi-inducing pill was wasted. After waking up, he was still at the peak of the second level of Qi training.

"I only have less than 20 spirit essences left. It seems that I can only follow the sea to hunt down the nest of golden spirit rats."