Living in the world of cultivation

At noon, the sky became gloomy.

The sky was pattering and then drizzle began to fall, spreading all over the earth in thousands of strands. The dead leaves rustled and the mountains were desolate. The mountains in the distance were hazy, as if they were painted with light ink.

Su Fan held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in front of the spiritual field he had opened, looking at the lush elixirs growing in the ground.

He usually doesn't come here, but when someone comes over, he always looks like he's taking care of the spiritual field.

The ghost soldiers deployed outside the stronghold just now sent him a message that the leader of the stronghold, Ya Kun, was coming towards him.

So Su Fan came to Lingtian and waited for the other party to appear.

After a while, Yakun's figure came out of the dense forest, and he quickly greeted him.

He didn't come alone today. He was followed by a teenage boy. One look at his appearance and he knew he was his son.

This boy is not very old, but he is already as tall as an adult, with a very strong body and an air of escape in his eyes.

What surprised Su Fan was that he actually possessed four spiritual roots and had now reached the fourth level of Qi training.

Moreover, this kid's temperament is different from other children in the village. Looking at his clothes, you can tell that he should be from the Wulong Valley gathering place.

There was some impatience on his face, and a look of arrogance in his eyes. Although Su Fan pretended to be in the late stage of Qi training, he didn't want to talk to him at all.

Su Fan didn't care at all. He was already in the Nascent Soul realm. How could he be as knowledgeable as a minor Qi practitioner?

"Master of the village, why are you free to come here today..."

After Su Fan finished speaking, he glanced at the young man next to him and asked with a smile.

"This is your boy..."

Yakun turned to look at his son, with a hint of pride on his face.

"This is my youngest son, his name is Balin. I sent him to Wulong Valley to practice when he was a few years old. He has been away for ten years. Because he has just broken through the middle stage of Qi training, I have the opportunity to come home and have a look. …”

After he finished speaking, he laughed and continued: "This kid can't sit still even after he returns home. He has to follow me around..."

After listening to Yakun's words, Su Fan immediately understood this guy's intention. He was bringing his son to show off.

"Zhao Master, your family has a Qilin..."

Hearing Su Fan's compliment, Yakun was so happy that he couldn't even see his eyes.

"Where is it? The child is still young and early..."

"When this kid of yours becomes successful, you can enjoy the blessings..."

"He, it's still early..."

After Yakun finished speaking, he squatted next to the spiritual field and looked at the thriving low-level elixir plants in the field.

"Old Fan, you do a good job of taking care of this spiritual field. You must have put in a lot of hard work..."

But it's not bad. Two auxiliary mechanical puppets guard the spiritual field every day. Sister Zhen has to activate a "Spring Breeze and Rain Talisman" every few days.

This is why he deliberately restrained himself a lot, for fear of being too noticeable.

"Well, I'm relieved that your spiritual field has been taken care of so well. I'm leaving. Today I have to visit other people's spiritual fields..."

After Yakun finished speaking, he stood up and led his youngest son away.

Su Fan looked at the two men's backs, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Although the Four Spiritual Roots can only be regarded as rubbish in the Blue Sky Star Territory, it is different in Demon Camel Mountain. No wonder Yakun is like a chicken blood today.

"Help me leave a mark on that little guy..."

At this time, the voice of the witch god Aji came to Su Fan's ears.

He immediately frowned and said, "What on earth do you want to do..."

"Don't worry, I can still hurt him..."

Whether this kid died or not had nothing to do with Su Fan, but he was afraid that the Witch God Aji would do something wrong again.

Su Fan finally settled down in this place where rabbits don't poop. He didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Tell me the truth, what do you want to do..."

Seeing the solemn look on Su Fan's face, the witch god Aji had no choice but to explain patiently.

"The human monks here are too far behind in their orthodoxy. I want to leave some inheritance to the human monks here..."

You're so nice to say it, but I still don't understand you.

This bitch obviously wants to develop Wumen followers here, so it’s okay to help her. Anyway, she won’t be able to make any waves for a while.

But he thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say it with his mouth.

The wizard god Aji probably took a fancy to this boy and wanted to play the dream transmission method.

But if she wants to achieve this goal, she must rely on the help of her own human flesh tower.

This was an opportunity that came to her door. If she didn't blackmail her hard at this time, there would be no store like this in this village.

"Forget it, it's better not to cause any complications. Let's wait until I go to other planes..."

After listening to Su Fan's words, the Witch God Aji immediately understood his thoughts.

"Okay, let's make a deal..."

I'm just waiting for your words. He likes trading the most.

The two of them went back and forth for a while before completing the deal. Anyway, Su Fan took advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to blackmail this girl hard.

Su Fan waved his hand and cast the "Spiritual Magic" spell, and saw a spiritual consciousness invisible to the naked eye whizzing away.

Balin, who was following his father Yakun, only felt a slight itch on his back.

He reached out and scratched his back, and then continued walking forward without taking it seriously at all.

"Thank you..."

The witch god Aji left a word and then said nothing again.

For more than a month, she didn't appear again, and even the two of them had stopped having sex every few days.

Su Fan knew clearly that it seemed that the witch god Aji had already started taking action.

In fact, the Taoist heritage of Wumen is very ancient. It is said that many Taoist heritages originally came from the ancient Wumen.

In Su Fan's eyes, many of the witchcraft's methods, such as offering sacrifices to seduces gods, transmitting magic in dreams, and blood sacrifices, even smell a bit like evil cults.

Of course, the original evil path was probably the orthodoxy passed down from the witch sect.

Su Fan has no interest in these things at all. As long as it doesn't affect him, the witch god Aji can do whatever he wants.

Putting aside this girl's selfishness, if she can really pass down the witchcraft tradition in the Nether Bone Star Territory, she will be considered to have immeasurable merit.

In the days that followed, Su Fan continued to enjoy himself and lived comfortably every day.

The spiritual resources here are average, and the cultivation materials are not abundant, let alone the backward Taoism.

But the human monks here don't have any great ambitions, and there are no life-and-death disputes.

After so many years of hard work, it was rare to find a place with such beautiful scenery that allowed him to live a life of peace with the world as he did now.

To be honest, if Su Fan hadn't still been thinking about his family, he would have wanted to live here until he died.

Another person might find this kind of life boring, but he lives a very comfortable life.

When he reunites with his family in the future, Su Fan also imagines finding a place with beautiful scenery and living a peaceful life with his family like he is now.

At noon that day, Su Fan was lying on a lounge chair by the pool, holding an ancient book and reading it attentively.

Sister Zhen was lazily beside him, making a pot of spiritual tea from time to time, pouring a cup for him and passing it to him.

"Please do me one more favor..."

At this time, the voice of the witch god Aji came to Su Fan's ears again. This bitch had not appeared for a while.

"What's the matter? Tell me..."

If it was something small that could be done later, he wouldn't mind helping.

But if it's something else, then he has to talk about it. He can't let him work in vain.

"You know how to make tools? Help me refine a statue of the Witch Sect..."

Su Fan immediately became energetic. This was no small matter.

"What kind of statue do you want to refine..."

In fact, he was asking questions knowingly. He was familiar with the Luotian Sect's practice of worshiping demon statues in the Xuanluo Realm.

The Wumen statue that the Witch God Aji asked him to refine should probably be similar to the demon statue of the Luotian Sect.

"I won't let your help go in vain..."

Isn’t that nonsense? Who can help you if you work in vain?

Next, the two made another deal, and the Witch God Aji explained various requirements for the Wumen statue she wanted to refine.

After so many years of accumulation, coupled with the frequent study and understanding of the Su Lun people's puppetry skills, his level of tool making is now far from what it used to be.

After Su Fan understood the needs of the witch god Aji, he instantly had a map in his mind.

The Thanat Ring is filled with all kinds of rare materials, which have been collected and captured over the years.

Su Fan randomly selected the most suitable precious wood material, then moved the knife like flying, and quickly carved out the prototype of the statue.

This Wumen statue is not big, just over a foot high.

And it is completely carved according to the appearance of the witch god Aji. It can be said that it is every detail, and it looks like it has come to life at a sudden glance.

This is only the first step. Next, dense witchcraft runes must be engraved on the statue.

Finally, he used his human-flesh God Tower to let the witch god Aji exert his divine power, and the statue of the witch sect was finally brought to life.

It only took Su Fan an hour to complete the refining. This witchcraft statue also made the witch god Aji very satisfied.

"Please do one more thing for me. Place this statue outside the Wulong Valley gathering place..."

Of course, Su Fan wouldn't take advantage of Qiao for such a trivial matter. He gave the statue to Sister Zhen and asked her to help him run around.

Since the last time the Witch God Aji appeared, she asked Su Fan to refine more than a dozen Witch Gate statues in the next few months, and then he never appeared again.

Su Fan didn't care, and still stayed in the cave in the valley every day, living his small life leisurely.

He plans to stay here for more than ten or twenty years. After the Ghost Clan completely relaxes, he will find an opportunity to escape to other planes.

Anyway, after many blood sacrifices, Su Fan devoured too much energy and blood from the Ghost Clan monks, and his cultivation progress was a little too fast.

He just took advantage of this period of time to make up for the flaws in his Taoist heart.

As for how to cultivate the state of mind, there is no way to explain this clearly.

Su Fan's approach was very simple and crude, which was to live peacefully like this for decades without any desire or desire.

There is no need to deliberately think about those messy things, and there is no need to worry about the state of mind. As time goes by, the Taoist mind will naturally become perfect.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, decades are like a fleeting moment, and they may pass by simply retreating into seclusion.

So Su Fan was not in a hurry. In addition to using the game panel to brush up on various spells and supernatural powers, he also studied various jade slips and ancient books every day.

In a stone house at the human gathering place in Wulong Valley, Ba Linzheng and more than a dozen human monks knelt in front of the witchcraft statue and prayed devoutly.

After the sorcerer god Aji taught him the magic in his dream, Balin soon became addicted to it.

There is no way. The human cultivators in the Demon Camel Mountain have too few traditions to inherit, which can be compared with the rich Wumen traditions.

As the first Wumen believer in Wulong Valley, Ba Lin also has the task of recruiting Wumen believers.

In just a few months, Ba Lin won over more than a hundred human cultivators in the Wulong Valley gathering place and became devout disciples of the Wumen.

Not only did they accept the teachings of the Wu God Aji in their dreams, but they also secretly gathered together every day to worship the statues and practice.

The Wumen's way of teaching has continued for countless tens of thousands of years, and it is simply too good to play this.

Especially in places like Mirongtian where the human race is declining, the Taoism is very barren. For the Wu God Aji, this is a wild and fertile land.

Now in the Wulong Valley gathering place, more than a dozen Wumen statues have been scattered everywhere.

Every day, more than a hundred human cultivators kneel devoutly in front of these statues to pray, and the number is still growing at a very fast rate.

This is just the beginning. If this continues, within a hundred years, the followers of the Wu Sect of the Wu God Aji will be all over the human gathering places in Mirongtian.

Moreover, this way of preaching is very covert, and the Wu Sect will not do things that harm the heaven and earth like the evil ways, so it is generally difficult for people to find it.

Maybe after a thousand years, a generation of Wu Sect masters can really be cultivated in Mirongtian.

After tens of thousands of years of inheritance, human cultivators who practice the Wu Sect's Taoism may really rise in the Yougu Star Domain.

These things have nothing to do with Su Fan, and he doesn't need to worry about the Wu Sect's affairs.

Now he just wants to escape the pursuit of the Yougui Clan, and then find an opportunity to return to the Qingkong Star Domain to reunite with his family.

At this moment, in a city in the Mirongtian Demon Kui Clan-controlled area, Hulan Venerable was sitting cross-legged in a stone house.

"Report to the Venerable Hulan, the several masters we invited will arrive at Mirongtian in another month..."

After hearing the report from a Yuanying cultivator in the clan, the Venerable Hulan suddenly became excited.

Now more than a year has passed, but the human boy seems to have disappeared from Mirongtian.

The Ghost Clan mobilized dozens of old monsters of the God Transformation Stage and thousands of Yuanying cultivators, almost turning Mirongtian upside down, but could not find any trace of the other party.

This is finally hopeful.

If the several masters invited by the clan can really determine the approximate location of the boy, it will be much easier to catch him.

At least like now, a large group of people are running around like headless flies.

Mirongtian is really too big. The Ghost Clan's few people are scattered everywhere, just like throwing them into the sea, and they can't even make a splash.