Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 826 - 373: Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture Perfected
After sending off the Liang Ming couple, Xu Ping turned to see a figure as cold as frost already standing quietly on a nearby rock.
The sea breeze was blowing against her plain white gown; it was Duan Shuang.
Xu Ping nodded slightly, and Duan Shuang floated over. The two walked side by side back to the Blood Bone Hall, without unnecessary small talk.
Inside the hall, Spiritual Qi permeated the air, while wisps of smoke rose slowly from the incense burner.
Duan Shuang was silent for a moment, her red lips moved slightly, and she said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, the Ancient Demon Hall is about to open, I wish to go there to seek the opportunity to form a Nascent Soul."
"Going to the Ancient Demon Hall?"
Hearing this, Xu Ping’s brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
He looked at Duan Shuang.
This female cultivator had been stuck at the peak of Late-Stage Golden Core for many years. Her Dao Foundation was solid, yet she lacked the Spiritual Objects necessary for Nascent Soul Formation.
"Fellow Daoist Duan..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Xu Ping deliberated before speaking, "The Ancient Demon Hall is perilous, far surpassing ordinary Secret Realms."
"More importantly, it will certainly be crowded with many Nascent Soul Cultivators inside.
"In order to capture those precious opportunities and fortunes, they often stop at nothing and regard Golden Core Cultivators as mere ants and grass."
"Though the Fairy’s cultivation is exquisite with extraordinary combat prowess, yet against those old monsters..."
His words remained incomplete, but the meaning was clear.
With Duan Shuang’s Late-Stage Golden Core cultivation, she was indeed too at risk in the Ancient Demon Hall.
However, after hearing this, a faint yet bright smile like the first thaw of ice and snow appeared on Duan Shuang’s face:
"Fellow Daoist Xu, you and I have known each other for decades; you should know the resolution of this humble one’s Dao heart."
"To be bound to this place and grow old with the Golden Core is not my wish."
Xu Ping looked at the determined flame burning in those clear eyes and swallowed all the words of persuasion.
"Alas..."
Xu Ping ultimately let out a soft sigh, saying no more. "Since that’s the case, Xu Mou... wish the Fairy success in her endeavors, to gain immortal fate, and achieve Nascent Soul Formation!"
He no longer persuaded but had a sudden thought, summoning several streaks of flowing light from his Storage Ring, which hovered before Duan Shuang.
Two Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppets, one for attack and one for defense.
It’s not that he was unwilling to give Duan Shuang a Fourth Rank Puppet, but with her current Divine Sense, she couldn’t control a Fourth Rank Puppet; a Quasi-Fourth Rank Puppet was already her limit.
Additionally, there were two talismans with Spiritual Light coiling and purple lightning patterns flowing, the Lower Grade masterpiece "Thunder Light Escape Sky Talisman."
Over the years, with Xu Ping’s current level of expertise in talismans, crafting the masterpiece-level "Thunder Light Escape Sky Talisman" was not difficult.
Only, he hadn’t shown them publicly.
"These minor external items may provide the Fairy with some chances of life-preservation in times of crisis," Xu Ping’s tone was calm, as if he was merely gifting common objects.
With some puppets and talismans in hand, it could at least ensure that Duan Shuang might escape with her life from an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Moreover, within each puppet, he had sealed a spell, as long as Duan Shuang didn’t take excessive risks, the likelihood of returning safely was still quite high.
Watching Xu Ping gifting these things, ripples rose in Duan Shuang’s starry eyes.
She naturally understood the weight of these items.
Especially those two Thunder Light Escape Sky Talismans, given the soaring market value now, their worth was nearly immeasurable.
Duan Shuang remained silent for a moment and did not refuse, waving her slender hand to accept the puppets and talismans.
She knew well Xu Ping’s good intentions, and refusing now would instead seem distant.
After securing the items, she suddenly bore a mischievous bright smile, with a playful glance, looking at Xu Ping:
"Fellow Daoist Xu, giving such generous gifts... could it be that you harbor intentions of having me pledge myself to you?"
The sea breeze seemed to pause at this moment.
In the Blood Bone Hall, only her clear voice echoed, breaking the long-standing cold distance with a touch of subtle warmth.
Xu Ping was slightly taken aback, then couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, his laughter clear and cheerful, dispersing the ambiguous atmosphere earlier:
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Duan jokes; if it were truly so, then this deal, wouldn’t Xu Mou have profited immensely?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Shuang’s smile deepened, akin to a blooming ice lotus, her beauty indescribable.
She said no more, only looking deeply at Xu Ping.
Soon after, they moved past this topic and began to chat casually about other matters.
After Duan Shuang left, Xu Ping particularly reminded, "In those two puppets, I have sealed a spell that, in an extremely critical moment, can cause the puppet to self-destruct."
"This humble one understands." Duan Shuang nodded.
But if it truly reached the point of needing to self-destruct the puppet, Duan Shuang felt that one spell might be difficult to facilitate her escape.
...
Time flits by; before long, another ten years had passed.
Xu Ping had been at the outer seas for a total of sixty years now.
Underground caves of the Blood Bone Hall.
The Earth Spiritual Energy was so abundant that it had condensed into a faint milky-white mist, flowing slowly on the ground and walls.
Xu Ping sat cross-legged in the center of the secret room, eyes shut, his expression tranquil as a deep ancient well, only through his breathing, stirring the Spiritual Qi of the entire secret room in tidal swings.
Inside his body, the profound secret skills of the "Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture" were operating with unprecedented fluidity.
As the cultivation technique was driven, countless Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged in.
With every inhale, Xu Ping was like a giant whale drinking water, assimilating vast amounts of pure Spiritual Qi into himself, rapidly refining, purifying, transforming into his own vibrant greenwood Mana.
This process continued, not only showing no signs of weakening.
Instead, as the technique ran deeper, the speed and scale of absorbing Spiritual Qi continuously enhanced.
Gradually, within the secret room, the rich Spiritual Qi was no longer a gentle stream but transformed into heavy, raging waves.
An irresistible Spiritual Pressure, heavily filled every inch of space in the secret room.
Cultivation knows no days and nights.
It’s unclear how long passed, perhaps a day or maybe ten days.
