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Chapter 646: Chapter 646: Charm Shadow (First Call for Guaranteed Monthly Votes)

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Feng Jun’s answer shattered Elder Guo’s wishful thinking, “This is a self-circulating formation, which requires a Spirit Stone to operate. After the Spirit Stone is exhausted, it can maintain the spiritual energy by absorbing sunlight, thus keeping the formation running.”

Truth be told, it was only after he had entered the Spirit Fields that he began to roughly understand the structure of the formation.

It must be said that the Earth Realm truly isn’t lacking in astonishing cultivation geniuses who actually combined the Hidden Formation and the Lingzhi Formation, and did so with the smallest of costs.

Once the formation is activated, it basically enters a state of self-circulation, ingeniously utilizing sunlight to bioengineer all things.

Feng Jun even wondered whether Spirit Stones were really needed to start the formation. He felt that if one could input a certain amount of spiritual energy, it might achieve the same effect.

However, although this formation is exquisite, it takes too much time to contemplate. Even though the foundation of this formation seems to share the same origin with the knowledge of formations that Feng Jun received on the mobile phone plane, improvement is truly difficult.

Besides, Feng Jun’s understanding of formations is not particularly profound, merely foundational knowledge coupled with cheating-like analytical abilities. This led to the cultivation of some practical knowledge, which is why he could barely be considered an Array Master in the eyes of others.

Speaking honestly, had the patterns on the Weiyu Order Token held by the Guo father and son not been part of the Lingzhi Formation, Feng Jun might not even be able to recognize what the patterns were—he had only just fully grasped the Lingzhi Formation.

Of course, the fundamental reason Feng Jun wasn’t very interested in this formation was that reason—the efficiency was too low.

The Earth Plane is in an era of declining law, so people ponder over various methods of saving spiritual energy. Fundamentally, it is a choice born of necessity, a sorrow of the declining era.

If ample spiritual energy were available, only a fool would consider these matters—it’s not that saving a bit is bad, but it’s too time-consuming.

Can the Spirit Plants grown in this thin spiritual energy Lingzhi Formation even compare to those in a rich spiritual energy Lingzhi Formation?

When spiritual energy is abundant, which grows faster, the Spirit Plants within a dense spiritual energy environment or those within a sparse one?

It is for these reasons that Feng Jun, when breaking the formation, did not consider reconstructing a similar one.

Yet, upon hearing these words, Elder Guo’s frustration grew even heavier, “Self-circulating… Could this place have served as a Spirit Gathering Array?”

“You’re overthinking it,” Feng Jun glanced at him coldly and spoke bluntly, “This formation has operated for who knows how many hundreds of years and is at constant risk of collapse. This Spirit Field is lucky to have survived until now, otherwise, it would have long turned to ash.”

Elder Guo nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, but his face couldn’t hide his disappointment.

Feng Jun glanced at him, “Do you know how long a Spirit Gathering Array can be used? Generally speaking, a Spirit Gathering Array needs to be maintained after two hundred years… If this grand formation were to be damaged for some other reason, the Spirit Field could collapse in an instant.”

Guo Haiyun picked up on Feng Jun’s dissatisfaction and quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile, “Master Feng, please don’t be angry. My father grew up in hard times, very stingy. To have such a harvest, we’re already very content and have no reason to be dissatisfied.”

Elder Guo also realized his mistake and immediately apologized, “I was a bit muddled, I didn’t expect such a Spirit Field to have survived, what luck we have, and this place… indeed isn’t suitable for cultivation anymore.”

Feng Jun waved his hand, “Alright, go check it out. A Spirit Field that’s centuries old should have quite a lot of good stuff.”

The Guo father and son went forward to inspect the harvest with glee, and soon enough, exclamations of surprise rang out.

“Ah, this ginseng… it might be over a thousand years old, right?”

“Such a large He Shou Wu, I’m afraid it’s about to become sentient.”

“Eh, there’s Lingzhi too, such a big Lingzhi… it should be able to transform.”

Wang Haifeng and Sister Hong, hearing their excited exclamations, could hardly hold back and asked Feng Jun for permission before rushing into the Spirit Fields to inspect as well.

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This Spirit Field was truly not small, and what’s rare was that it was very neatly organized, bed by bed.

Feng Jun couldn’t help but silently commend to himself that the Earth Realm really had produced many amazing talents. A Spirit Field that had been unattended for hundreds of years not only retained its formation perfectly, but the Spirit Plants hadn’t grown wildly either.

To achieve this was actually quite difficult.

Just like this formation’s exterior has remained intact for hundreds of years, it was unlikely to be just due to luck.

Chances are, the person who set up the formation had anticipated various possibilities and made preemptive measures.

Sister Hong held a camera, moving slowly, leisurely filming without wanting to miss any plant. If the shot wasn’t good, she would even reshoot it.

The manor charges a fee for the secrets found here, so everything must be properly registered.

Elder Guo was already overjoyed, and although there were no Spirit Stones in the secret treasure, which initially disappointed him, when he thought about it, having so many Spirit Plants was also quite good.

The Weiyu Lineage has no particular preference in cultivation paths; Martial Cultivators and Technique Cultivators are both common. However, as spiritual energy wanes, most cultivators choose to be Martial Cultivators. Technique Cultivators, due to insufficient spiritual energy supply, often become synonymous with charlatans on the streets.

The Guo father and son are both Martial Cultivators, valuing natural treasures substantially. With these treasures enhancing their qi and blood, not only can they fortify their foundations and cultivate their essence, but the growth of their cultivation levels is just a matter of time.

Elder Guo watched the harvest joyfully, while Wang Haifeng and Guo Haiyun were bickering over their opinions on many of the Spirit Plants—after all, these two always found each other disagreeable.

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The four of them each had their tasks, but Feng Jun simply stood there, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling that something was amiss.

Wang Haifeng and Guo Haiyun were again arguing over the age of two ginseng roots.

Coach Wang believed that the taller ginseng plant was older, while Guo Haiyun thought the shorter one was.

Wang Haifeng’s family was wealthy and familiar with ginseng, while Guo Haiyun wasn’t a billionaire, just slightly better off than the average person, but as a martial cultivator, he considered himself more knowledgeable about ginseng than Coach Wang.

Neither could convince the other, so they decided to dig up the two ginseng plants for comparison.

In fact, it was inevitable to excavate the spirit plants here—everyone was initially shocked by the hidden cave heaven, then they wondered whether it could last long, and finally, they appraised their harvest to see how many good things they had found.

But in the end, the area’s natural treasures were all meant to be dug up.

Since there were so many plants here and the two chosen ginsengs were relatively ordinary, the excavation proceeded fairly quickly.

As for the notion of “not harming the roots,” both of them were aware that damaging the roots meant a loss of vitality for collectors and a financial loss for the diggers.

Just a single root from a hundred-year-old ginseng could be worth tens of thousands, but if you bring a broken root and claim it’s from a hundred-year-old ginseng, who would believe you?

Wang Haifeng dug faster. To him, breaking a few small roots was not a big deal. After all, no one could dig ginseng without breaking some roots, the difference only lay in the thickness of the roots lost.

Otherwise, digging up a five- or six-year-old ginseng would require excavating a square meter of soil.

Seeing Guo Haiyun’s cautious manner, Wang Haifeng couldn’t help but scoff, “Your ginseng is probably just a young sprout. Is it really necessary to be so careful?”

“What do you know?” responded Guo Haiyun with undisguised contempt. “A small ginseng doesn’t mean it’s young. If the aboveground part is trampled by wild animals or dug up by rabbits, the ginseng stops growing and must replenish itself from the soil.”

“So the saying that seven ounces make a ginseng and eight ounces make a treasure is something only novices would say.”

“What kind of wild animals would be here?” Wang Haifeng mocked. “Any that are would be spirits by now… Yours is just a small ginseng.”

Just then, Sister Hong, holding the camera, let out a soft exclamation, “Hmm… something’s not right.”

“Be careful,” Feng Jun suddenly said in a deep voice, “there are no seedlings here.”

He finally realized what felt wrong—the spirit fields were centuries old and their uniform growth was one thing, but how could there possibly be no young spirit plants?

The propagation of plants is instinctual, and such an occurrence could not be controlled by formation.

Almost at the same time, Wang Haifeng exclaimed, “Wow, this ginseng is huge, I almost broke the skin.”

Also simultaneously, a streak of white light flashed and shot towards Zhang Weihong like an arrow.

The white light appeared so quickly that she had no chance to defend herself, and was knocked back several steps. Not only did she drop her camera, but her sports shoes also got entangled in the plants.

At the same moment, a red light flashed upon her body—it was the essence blood protection talisman given by Feng Jun that had been triggered.

The activation of the talisman indicated a dire emergency, implying that without it, she would have encountered a bloody disaster.

The essence blood talisman lasted for about a second, and when the white light’s first attack failed, it launched another one.

“What is that?” Wang Haifeng was startled, and accidentally snapped a root.

Angered by this action, the white figure abandoned Sister Hong and shot towards Wang Haifeng like an arrow.

Coach Wang stood up with an ax already in his hand, slapping it down towards the black glow fiercely.

The hatchet’s handle was only ten centimeters long, and its blade was rather broad, somewhat resembling a large bone-cleaving knife and even more vicious in appearance.

In society, this was a bona fide weapon, not available for purchase, crafted specifically by Coach Wang’s family factory.

He had already decided that once he got a storage talisman, he would keep this tool in it—it was ideal for cleaving both bones and people, truly a must-have for any journey.

Using the blade of the hatchet to block the white shadow, he treated the tool like a shield, yet the force of the white shadow was surprisingly strong, knocking him back two steps upon impact.

The Guo family father and son were both shocked at this, thinking that although Wang Haifeng was a bit of a talker, his cultivation level could match Guo Haiyun’s. What kind of attack could make him retreat two steps?

Guo Haiyun reached to his waist and drew out a nine-section whip, staring intently at the white shadow.

(The first update of September, calling for the basic monthly tickets for September.)