"There is spiritual energy in such a low-level world."
The old man named Songmu took a deep breath, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
"The spiritual energy is not strong enough. It should be called Yuan Qi. But even so, it is enough to nourish many seeds of immortality."
High-level monks can roughly judge the level of a world based on the laws of space alone.
Generally speaking, the lower the world, the stronger the suppression of high-level monks. This is a means of self-protection for the world.
Otherwise, if any monk comes to a low-level world, he can sweep away all the creatures in it.
The cultivation levels of the three Earthly Dark Sect monks are all at the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, so they can easily sense the suppression of them by this world.
"According to the confessions of Chenghua Sect monks who took refuge in our sect many years ago, there is a small world in Nanhezhou with many mortals but not much spiritual energy. It should be here."
Among the three people, there was a woman whose clothes were embroidered with exquisite patterns of flying birds. She opened her red lips and said in a melodious and melodious voice, exuding a sense of charm.
"Not much spiritual energy?"
Songmu snorted lightly, "In such a vast world, it is definitely not simple to have such a level of spiritual energy."
"If what that person is telling the truth, then it is obvious that Chenghua Sect must have been injecting spiritual energy into this small world."
"You also saw that day, there was a large amount of spiritual energy pouring into the space-time rift. I guess it was introduced from the spiritual veins."
The strong man curled his lips and said, "Chenghua Sect is actually willing to do such a laborious thing."
"It must be to supplement manpower. Chenghua Sect lost many monks in the war a thousand years ago."
Songmu sneered, "No wonder their monks have grown so fast in recent years. It turns out that's the reason."
"From my perspective, this small world has basically been nurtured. In the future, there will only be more and more mortals with spiritual roots. If this continues, it will definitely become a big problem!"
At this point, his face darkened, "No, this is very bad!"
The strong man nodded vigorously, "Elder Songmu is right. Our Dark Sect monks are so outstanding, but they can only live on an island with few spiritual veins. There is no such vast small world."
Elder Songmu chuckled and said: "Don't worry, Hiirago-kun, sooner or later we will take this small world as our own and provide our clan with a steady stream of monks."
"And the mortals here can also become our blood food."
"Elder Songmu is wise!"
"Yes, sooner or later there will be such a day!"
The three of them looked at each other and laughed in unison, startling countless birds.
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Ten days passed in a flash, and it was time to return to the sect.
Zhao Lin set out before dawn and left Yongning City quietly.
He rushed to Sanshan Island along the original route, met up with a group of monks visiting relatives, and took the spirit boat back to Xuanyuan Continent.
In less than a day, I returned to Lingdao Temple.
At the beginning of the new year, most of the old disciples who have completed three years of training are sent to other counties. Some people stay in the county to work and engage in different industries according to their personal Taoist skills.
There are also a few disciples who choose to stay in Lingdao Academy to continue practicing Taoism and prepare to become disciples or deacons.
Hanchi County has a particularly large number of new disciples joining the sect this year. The Little World alone has contributed 36 young people with spiritual roots, and there are also 30 people from Nanhe Prefecture, adding up to nearly 70 people.
According to Elder Chuan Gong, the number of disciples discovered in the other eight small worlds is also much more than in previous years.
However, Zhao Lin did not pay too much attention to these things, and focused on cultivation.
Now his cultivation has reached the peak of the second level of Qi refining, and he has just reached a small level, which is suitable for taking the chalcedony pill and using it on the blade.
In order to devote himself to the breakthrough, Zhao Lin and the elder Chuan Gong applied for a practice room and retreated to attack the third level of Qi refining.
Monk retreat refers to practicing in a closed space for a long time.
The six roots are pure, focus on practice, and have no contact with the outside world at all. In this extreme state, the human body's potential is maximized.
In the early stage of Qi refining, there are only very small levels between each level, and the maximum is only ten days and a half in retreat.
When it comes to big realms such as attacking foundation building, purple mansion, and golden elixir, one often has to stay in seclusion for months or even years.
Zhao Lin walked into the practice room, closed the stone door, took out the chalcedony pill, looked at it for a while, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The medicinal power of the Chalcedony Pill is extremely powerful, and a strong medicinal power spurts out as soon as you take it.
The medicinal properties contain a large amount of water and wood vitality, and the vigorous vitality hovers near the spine, washing over and over again like a downpour.
After a while, Zhao Lin felt a tearing feeling deep in his spine, as if a seed had taken root and sprouted inside.
Extending upward from the bottom of the spine, strength is constantly building up.
This little pain was nothing to Zhao Lin. After about a stick of incense, his spine felt like it was on fire, especially his four spiritual root joints, which became extremely swollen and painful.
Just when Zhao Lin thought it would last for a long time, a spiritual light shot straight into the sky. Immediately afterwards, a brand new spiritual root section broke out of the ground!
The new spiritual root nodes are translucent and light blue in color, and are not solid enough compared to the original four spiritual root nodes.
This is a normal phenomenon. After all, it is just a temporarily condensed spiritual root knot, not one's own.
"Okay, very smooth!"
Zhao Lin slowly exhaled and tried to breathe in and out, absorbing the spiritual energy around his body.
With one more spiritual root node, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is at least 30% faster than before, which is an unprecedented experience.
"No wonder the cultivation of high-grade spiritual roots is so fast and the effect is immediate."
Zhao Lin clenched his fists and his eyes flashed with joy.
The Five Spiritual Roots Festival means that in the next month, I will temporarily have the talent of high-grade spiritual roots.
You can imagine what it would be like if it were a ground-grade spiritual root.
You must make good use of this month.
Zhao Lin sat down cross-legged and began to use his energy to stimulate his acupoints.
Because he absorbed the soul of Pipa Catfish, Zhao Lin can attack the spiritual orifice without restraint. Even if he is injured, he can recover quickly without leaving any hidden injuries.
Unknowingly, one day passed, two days, three days...
In the early morning of the fourth day, there was a soft "collapse" sound in the body, and the twenty-fifth acupoint opened.
"Third level of Qi refining!"
Zhao Lin opened his eyes excitedly and used an ice knife technique casually. He felt that the spiritual power in his body was much stronger than before.
Don't look at it as just a spiritual aperture, it means that the cultivation level has been improved by one level, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
For the same spell, the mana delivery speed and duration have been improved by one level compared to before.
When you reach the third level of Qi Refining, you can cast spells to the mastery level.
However, Zhao Lin is not in a hurry to upgrade his spells. He is currently practicing in the Spiritual Dao Academy and does not have to worry about the safety of his breath. Even if he reaches the proficiency level, he has nowhere to cast it. It is difficult to explain if he accidentally reveals his flaws.
After leaving the practice room, fish just spit out white fish on the horizon.
Zhao Lin returned to his residence and cooked more than half a kilogram of spiritual rice to replenish his consumption in the past few days. After dawn, he went to the Lingdao Temple's Chuan Gong Hall.
Coincidentally, today is the day to choose Taoism. (End of chapter)
