I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates-Chapter 413 - 411 I Want to Learn Farming_1
Chapter 413: Chapter 411 I Want to Learn Farming_1
While attempting to condense the Wind and Thunder Sword Grass Spirit Seed, Lu Xuan was also meticulously cultivating two types of fourth-grade Sword Grass.
On the Sword Peacock’s side, Lu Xuan’s spiritual power was surging, and a deep black Wind and Thunder Sword Aura appeared; black winds were lingering, with thunder roaring, and electric arcs jumping.
Under his control, the Sword Aura divided into dozens of Sword Flashes, faintly forming a Sword Array, which whistled and infiltrated into the Sword Peacock.
Nourished by numerous Sword Flashes, like that of the Peacock Fan Display, the Sword Peacock exuded an extravagant beauty embodying sharp intentions.
Having cultivated the Sword Peacock for such a long time, Lu Xuan’s command over the “Peacock Sword Array” had reached a relatively proficient level. The division of Sword Flashes, the formation of Sword Arrays, all took only a few instants.
Because of the longer time taken to cultivate the Sword Thousand Owls, it had entered the maturity phase. Dozens of Sword Aura illusions danced around the Sword Grass, and two Sword Flashes broke, like thin wings, and were extremely fast, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.
The Owl-like Sword Aura landed on the Sword Thousand Owls Spirit plant and merged with the branches that were like long swords. The wings spread out, the feathers were like long, thin swords, and the sharp aura was intimidating.
“I wonder what kind of reward the fourth-grade Sword Grass can give…”
Looking at the Sword Thousand Owls beside him, a hint of anticipation appeared in Lu Xuan’s eyes.
For the following period, he stayed in his cave and took good care of the many plants in his Spirit Field like an old farmer.
One day, an unexpected guest arrived.
“Baili, long time no see, what brings you here?”
Lu Xuan spoke warmly to the handsome young man. The young man squinted a pair of slender eyes. It was Baili Jianqing, who joined the Sect with him.
“Brother Lu? Can you scan me with your spiritual sense?”
A satisfied smile appeared on Baili Jianqing’s face.
“Did you break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm?”
Lu Xuan scanned him with his spiritual sense and asked in surprise.
“Yes, I am also an Inner Sect Disciple of the Sky Sword Sect now!”
“Hahaha, congratulations, congratulations!”
Lu Xuan was very happy for him and excitedly patted his shoulder.
“Hehe, I might surpass Brother Lu in cultivation in the future and make you call me Elder Brother.”
Baili Jianqing mused.
“Then you have to work hard.” Lu Xuan revealed a inscrutable smile.
“Eh, you’re already at the Foundation Establishment Mid-term, Brother Lu? Didn’t you spend all your time cultivating Spirit Plants? How did your cultivation improve so quickly!”
“Brother Lu, I want to learn to farm!”
Baili Jianqing yelled.
He remembered that when he and Lu Xuan joined the Sect together, his cultivation was somewhat stronger than Lu Xuan’s. However, he didn’t expect Lu Xuan, who was known as the Spirit Plant Master, to make rapid progress in cultivation after joining the Sect.
He soon broke through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, becoming an Inner Sect Disciple. When he broke through, he thought he could catch up with Lu Xuan, but he didn’t expect Lu Xuan raised to the Foundation Establishment Mid-term Realm silently.
“My friend Baili, farming is not something you can learn if you wish to.”
“This is called talent.”
Lu Xuan teased.
Although the two hadn’t seen each other for a long time, their time together was still very natural and comfortable, unchanged by changes in cultivation and status.
“By the way, Brother Lu, I came here this time to invite you to my celebration in a few days. I want you, a Foundation Establishment Mid-term expert, to come and make the event more grand.”
After chatting for a while, Baili Jianqing gave Lu Xuan an invitation.
“Sure, I will certainly be on time.”
Lu Xuan took the invitation and affirmed.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Baili Jianqing’s celebration.
Atop a majestic mountain full of odd rocks.
Baili Jianqing was entertaining seven or eight friends.
This mountain peak was his chosen residence after his promotion to inner sect disciple. After some arrangements, it had become a fairly decent cave dwelling from all aspects.
Most of the seven or eight disciples are those he had met in the outer sect. Two were at the first-term of foundation establishment, and the rest were either at the late stage or the perfect realm of Qi cultivation.
Although it seemed only a fine line away from foundation establishment, it was a chasm many cultivators found hard to cross.
“Fellow Daoists, please enjoy the spiritual fruit and spiritual tea first. I have an elder coming over.”
In the midst of their chatter, Baili Jianqing’s expression changed slightly. He said something to the few people, then stood outside the cave dwelling waiting respectfully and quietly.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a middle-aged cultivator with a deep aura arrived before him on sword light.
“Elder Yu, welcome!”
Baili Jianqing respectfully greeted the middle-aged cultivator.
The cultivator was named Yu Hong and was a good friend of his grandpa during his time at the Sky Sword Sect. However, the two men’s circumstances were vastly different.
One man’s breakthrough to the foundation establishment was hopeless, and his path of cultivation had reached an end. He ended up in a desolate and bitterly cold place, and within his short lifespan of a hundred or so years, he focused on extending his family line, hoping for an outstandingly talented descendant to fulfill his unaccomplished wish. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The other man successfully broke through to the foundation establishment, was promoted to inner sect disciple, lived for three to five hundred years, and even reached to the mid-term of foundation establishment. He even had a slight chance of entering the Condensing Pill realm.
After Baili Jianqing joined the Sky Sword Sect, he visited Yu Hong several times, and Yu Hong had given considerable care to this descendant of his good friend.
“Jianqing, you are now an inner sect disciple. You no longer need to call me ‘elder’. From now on, we should address each other as brothers,” the middle-aged cultivator said kindly.
“How could I? Even though I’ve become an inner sect disciple, you are still my senior.”
Baili Jianqing was resolute.
Upon seeing his insistence, the middle-aged cultivator showed a hint of helplessness.
“This is not in line with the sect rules. Let’s do it this way – you call me your brother in public, and you can call me your elder in private.”
The two entered Baili Jianqing’s cave dwelling one after another.
The friends in the cave came out to greet them. Feeling the spiritual power fluctuation in Yu Hong at the mid-term of foundation establishment, they all respectfully greeted him.
“Brother Yu… Elder Yu, this is Shen Chongwen, this is…”
Baili Jianqing introduced everyone present to Yu Hong.
“This is Uncle Yu Hong, a highly accomplished cultivator who has reached the mid-term foundation establishment for decades. He has terrifying power in sword Dao.”
“Uncle Yu!”
Upon hearing Baili Jianqing’s words, everyone’s respect increased.
“Hmm.”
Yu Hong glanced at the crowd, giving a slight nod of his head. He took a more lingering look at the two cultivators at the first-term of foundation establishment, his expression somewhat proud.
Baili Jianqing swiftly served the spiritual fruit and spiritual tea. Everyone gathered around Yu Hong. Each time he spoke, someone would agree or chuckle lightly, giving Yu Hong a sense of warm welcome.
Yu Hong greatly enjoyed this atmosphere, occasionally sharing some of his dangerous encounters from adventures and explorations of secret lands, causing everyone to gasp in admiration.
“Brother Yu, I’ll step out for a while. I have a good friend coming over and I’m going to welcome him,” Baili Jianqing whispered.
Yu Hong simply nodded his head, slowly sipping the spiritual tea in his hand with a leisurely satisfaction.
Soon, Baili Jianqing brought a handsome young man into the cave dwelling.
Yu Hong gave him a casual glance, but then the teacup in his hand shook violently, almost spilling the precious spiritual tea.
“Brother Lu!”
