night.
In the underground secret room, accompanied by a low-pitched curse, blue firelight flashed continuously.
After a long while, Chen Mu stopped practicing.
Fire Cloud Curse: 9930/10000/level one;
"Opening up wasteland for hunting is too much of a waste."
Since leaving Tongtianhe Lower Courtyard, I have been either rushing or clearing wasteland, and the progress of gaining experience has dropped significantly.
There are so many people during the day, so I can only find time to recite two concentric mantras as a pastime.
He only had some free time at night, but he still had to condense his magic power.
"There's no good way." After thinking for a while, Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.
It's useless even if you show off your bad cultivation.
Those on the outermost edge facing the strange beasts are the disciples of the lower courtyard who have broken the arrogance of cultivation.
"It's the same for everyone, just bear with it for a few years."
You won't be able to get the secret method of condensing the orifice in the short term, so there is no need to rush and take risks.
"Practice the secret technique at hand to the top first."
"Choose a few more suitable secret techniques to increase your means of survival."
“We’ll take advantage of the turmoil in the past few years to see if we can save a little more money.”
When Pengyue Mountain was first built, everything was lacking. As long as you had a vision for discovery, you could always make money.
Just like Mu Linglang this time.
"Don't drift, think more about safety." Chen Mu warned himself.
Along the way, he has seen too many murders and property seizures.
"Fortunately, Mo Wuzhou doesn't know my identity."
He appears as Gongsun Sheng every time. Height, weight, face shape, and clothing will all change.
"One is a mysterious master of deception."
"One is an ordinary farmer in the lower house."
"Ordinary people would never connect the two."
Even if Gongsun Sheng's identity causes trouble, Chen Mu's identity is absolutely safe.
…
Three days later, the second team of Yiyou District opened up wasteland.
Chen Mu, Hao Lao and others lined up in a row on the tree trunk.
Chatting, smoking, and leisurely watching a few people carrying large clay pots, driving the wave of gray worms to clear the way forward.
Chen Mu reached out to pick off the yellow-skinned gourd and took a sip of herbal tea. The sultry heat in the dense forest was gradually relieved.
I habitually recite the mantra silently in my heart.
Within the jade seed, the concentric spell talisman shimmered, and the magic power drifted freely as if receiving an order, and quickly rushed to the vicinity of the talisman.
Gathering, condensation, connection, twisting.
The talisman, which was already complex enough, suddenly had a few more branches added to it.
Chen Mu has long been accustomed to this phenomenon.
These branches are part of the concentric spell and can be completed every time you practice it.
But due to insufficient proficiency, they will soon begin to dissipate automatically.
But it doesn't disappear completely, a little bit is left every time, just like he has experience of progress every time, making the talisman more and more perfect.
A feeling of realization suddenly emerged in my heart.
Chen Mu's heart moved and he subconsciously looked at the gray wall.
Concentric spell: 9976/10000/eighth level;
Oops!
It won't take long before you can advance!
Chen Mu suddenly became happy.
There was the Fire Cloud Mantra before, but now there is the Harmony Mantra.
This boring land reclamation life finally has some meaning.
"Brother Chen, good things are about to happen."
"We just caught a nest of pigs and rabbits. Look..." Old Man Yang, who was driving away insects, came over with a smile.
In his hand he was holding a rabbit that was one meter long, as round as an oil drum, and fatter than a pig.
Chen Mu couldn't help but laugh.
"Just take a look!"
…
at dusk.
A huge clearing was cut out in the dense forest, and the weeds on the ground were eaten away by the insects driven by Old Man Yang.
Poisonous insects and snakes hiding underground are also smoked out with special drugs to kill or drive them away.
The tent was set up in the open space, a hole was dug in the ground, and a few thick branches were placed on it to form a simple fire pit.
Seven or eight people gathered around a bonfire, each holding a large wooden plate with a head in his hand, which was filled with a mountain of barbecue slices.
"After the land reclamation and hunting is over, why don't Brother Chen go to Lengyuefang and open a restaurant."
"This craft is more cost-effective than farming."
Several people praised him.
Chen Mu walked beside him, eating a piece of barbecue, taking a sip of herbal tea, and eating with another plate of roasted wild vegetables. He smiled and ate without saying anything.
He thought that cooking would make him taste better.
Let him open a restaurant to make money... then forget it.
…
After eating and drinking, a few people gathered around the campfire to chat.
Chen Mu took a walk in the camp as an excuse to eat.
Not long after, we were far away from the camp and came to a hill-like pile of wood cut down during the day. The thick smell of tree sap suddenly penetrated our nostrils.
Chen Mu glanced around and found two unknown large trees that were more than a hundred years old. These were the materials he specially selected during the day.
He glanced at the camp in the distance.
The next moment, black smoke filled the air.
The center of the seven to eight meter long tree trunk suddenly became empty, and the heart of the tree disappeared.
Inside the five ghost bags. The feeding shaft was once again transformed by Chen Mu.
A large water bladder sewn from animal hide filled the feeding shaft.
It contains dark spiritual pulp, and five or six tree cores as thick as a watermelon and more than four meters long are soaking in it.
"We need to stock up on a batch of medicinal materials and the blood of exotic beasts as soon as possible."
"Once Mu Ling Lang starts to be sold, users will have to make spirit attracting pulp, and the price of the required materials will most likely increase." Chen Mu thought in his mind.
The use of magical instruments requires a price, just like a car requires oil and a computer requires electricity.
Mu Linglang's price is to draw the spirit pulp.
Every once in a while, it needs to be soaked with spiritual slurry.
The scroll he originally threw to Shang Huan mainly introduced the method of preparing spirit-inducing pulp.
"Perhaps I can also hoard a batch of materials and sell them when the price increases?"
After thinking about it, Chen Mu shook his head again.
The materials are very common, and the value of hoarding them is not that high.
Hmm... directly selling the soul-inducing paste?
After thinking about it, he shook his head again: "There is a risk."
Selling spiritual pulp is like selling gasoline. It involves a huge supply chain, and it can't be done without a few people.
But when people are distracted, they become confused and can easily cause trouble.
He just wants to make a quick and easy money without any future troubles.
"Let's go meet Shang Huan." Chen Mu no longer thought about it.
In three days, there should be some movement at Mo Wuzhou's place.
…
"one hundred?"
"The first batch?"
In the dense forest outside the camp of the fourth land reclamation team in Yiyou District.
Chen Mu tried hard to control his emotions so that his voice still sounded gentle and calm.
Can……
One hundred Mu Linglang! That's ten thousand pieces of white jade.
Even if you remove the cost and the share for Monk Mo Wuzhou and Shang Huan, there are still more than 8,000 white jade!
In one transaction, you earned nearly one-tenth of the secret technique of condensation? !
And this is just the first batch.
There are more than a hundred wasteland reclamation groups!
this……
It’s a pity that there is no Red Sleeve Shop here!
"Not bad." Chen Mu kept his voice as calm as water.
With a wave of his right hand, five Mu Linglang appeared on the ground.
"Four are given to Mo Wuzhou for inspection."
"Keep one for yourself to explore the path."
"Tell me, this business won't go wrong, right?" Chen Mu said meaningfully.
In order to establish the character of Gongsun Sheng, the tone of voice was specially adjusted.
His words sounded gentle, but also had a creepy, neurotic temperament.
Outstanding effect!
Shang Huan was so frightened that he froze up.
His little eyes turned rapidly, and he immediately promised with a trembling voice: "Mr. Gongsun, please rest assured, I will carry out your plan to the letter!"
"I will never cause any trouble to you!"
Chen Mu nodded with satisfaction.
It seemed that the fat man understood what he meant.
Complete this order quickly and efficiently. Get a quick buck and run away.
It's great to make money without getting into trouble.
He nodded slowly to Shang Huan and continued to say goodbye in that gentle voice that made people sweat.
Immediately, he drifted away in the black smoke.
He still has to go back and prepare materials.
There are a hundred Mu Linglang.
The little Mu Xin he had prepared before was not enough.
(End of chapter)
