Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 169 I, Chen Xuanmo, also want a small green bottle (7000 words, please vote)

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Chen Xinsong's eyes widened and his heart was pounding with excitement.

What a treasure! He never expected that this inconspicuous old wooden box would actually be such a treasure!

However, after the excitement, he suddenly reacted when he saw that the barnyard grass was still growing rapidly.

No, we can’t waste our spiritual energy on growing weeds!

He quickly began to study how to control the speed at which the wooden box was produced.

Perhaps it was the effect of that drop of Chen Xinsong's blood essence. He could vaguely feel the connection between himself and the space inside the box. He should be able to influence this space.

After some fumbling, he finally succeeded in stopping the growth-promoting function in the wooden box space.

And this time.

The useless weeds had grown up to his thighs.

He quickly activated his spiritual sense, and invisible hands gathered up the weeds and pulled them out. He then used digging vines to turn over the soil in this small spiritual field, and then used several fire talismans to burn the land to kill any potential weeds.

After doing all this.

Chen Xinsong then regained consciousness from the wooden box and excitedly told Chen Jingyun what had happened.

Chen Jingyun's face was immediately filled with joy.

This wooden box space is so magical. If used well, it will definitely have a very positive effect on the development of the family.

After a brief discussion, the two decided on the first way to use the wooden box space, which was to quickly cultivate spiritual seeds.

Chen Xinsong's original purpose of coming to Jinwufang City this time was to investigate the spiritual seed market. Cultivating spiritual seeds was originally his job, so naturally it was the first thing that came to mind.

After a brief thought, he ran back to his yard, and soon returned with a wooden box on his back.

This wooden box is a set of planting tools. There are layers of partitions and drawers inside the box, and various complicated runes are engraved on it. Grain seeds can be stored in it and remain dry and vibrant for a long time.

Chen Xinsong's eyes swept across the drawers with labels, and then he opened the drawer labeled [White Jade Spirit Valley Chen's Original Seed No. 7] and took out one of the several glass bottles inside, which contained about half a pound of [White Original No. 7] spiritual seeds.

These original seeds are all high-quality plants collected by Chen Xinsong with the help of a gold seal and jade plaque. They were expanded in scale after several rounds of growth and cultivation in a closed experimental field for spiritual seed breeding.

Subsequently.

Chen Xinsong took out various culture vessels from the storage bag and built a temporary breeding base in the room. He soaked the bottle of Baiyuan No. 7 in them to allow them to fully absorb water. He then used more than a dozen wood-type spells to make them sprout.

In this way, Chen Xinsong transplanted these original species into the wooden box space.

After checking several times to make sure everything was working correctly, he carefully activated the birth-inducing function within the wooden box space.

"Buzz!"

Invisible waves resounded within the space of the wooden box, and strands of green spiritual energy circulated.

The tender shoots of Baiyuan No. 7 immediately began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roots extended into the soil, and the tender leaves stretched out, and soon it grew into the appearance of a young seedling.

In just about an incense stick of time, the rhizomes of the plants had become very strong and entered the heading and grain filling stage.

At this stage, the growth rhythm begins to slow down, but the grains are still filled within half an incense stick of time. The plants also turn yellow quickly, and the ears of grain are filled with plump grains of white jade spiritual grains.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Chen Xinsong immediately stopped the birth-inducing function in the space.

And those white jade spirit valleys seemed to have pressed the time stop button and no longer continued to evolve.

Chen Xinsong suppressed his incomparable excitement and began to check the plants one by one, using his spiritual sense, his eyes, and various measuring tools, and then recorded the experimental data one by one.

However, as more and more data was recorded, his expression quickly changed from surprise at the beginning to shock.

The mutation rate of this plant is too high.

After checking just ten plants, three mutant plants were discovered. Some had fuller ears of grain, some had more grains, and some were shorter and stouter.

Subsequent inspections further verified Chen Xinsong's guess that this wooden box space not only has extremely powerful growth-inducing capabilities, but also has the ability to cause plants to mutate.

The direction of plant mutation is often uncertain, but spiritual plant masters can screen out mutant plants with advantageous characteristics through repeated experiments, such as mutant plants with fuller ears of grain, and then carry out the next round of expansion and selection.

In this way, after rounds of artificial screening, superior grain varieties can be cultivated.

Of course, this process is full of uncertainty and the results will not always be satisfactory.

There are even cases where grain varieties that have been carefully selected will frequently encounter problems during field trials, such as irreversible problems in disease resistance or cold resistance, and ultimately have to be completely abandoned and started over again.

Therefore, cultivating high-quality grain varieties is a very difficult task, and if you are unlucky, the process will be long and tortuous.

Chen Xinsong spent a full hour and finally picked out ten plants with the most obvious characteristics and the best overall performance.

Their plants are short and sturdy, and the grains are more numerous and fuller. From the appearance alone, they are actually no worse than Cui's grain varieties.

He skillfully collected the grains produced by these plants, labeled them, and then carefully packed them into drawers.

But at this point, Chen Xinsong began to have a dilemma again. The fact that the space in the wooden box could easily cause plant mutations was a good thing, but it might not be a good thing for expanding the cultivation of the original species.

He also didn't want to grow a bunch of messy mutated plants when expanding the cultivation of the original species he was optimistic about.

"Xinsong, you can try to feel around in this wooden box again," Chen Jingyun reminded him. "Perhaps it has the ability to contain mutations and expand the cultivation space?"

Chen Xinsong's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to explore the function of the wooden box.

In fact, Chen Xuanmo saw all of this, but he did not interfere with the children's actions and chose to watch silently.

He also didn't expect that this old wooden box would have such a magical function. It felt like a vessel for growing grain seeds.

Chen Xuanmo had thought about whether this old wooden box could be used to produce elixirs, or directly used for mass cultivation of commercial elixirs, but the idea was extinguished as soon as it came to his mind.

The reason is simple: the cost is too high.

Wang Qianqian's dozens of middle-grade wood-type spirit stones could be exchanged for seven or eight thousand spirit stones if converted into ordinary spirit stones. How much white jade spirit rice would she have to plant to make a profit?

Not to mention spiritual medicine. This thing often takes a long time to accumulate medicinal properties. A spiritual medicine that has been aged for a hundred years is just the beginning. Three hundred years, five hundred years, or even a thousand years of spiritual medicine are not uncommon.

Chen Xuanmo had every reason to believe that the cost of spirit stones consumed in ripening the spiritual medicine would far exceed the profits from selling it after harvesting it.

This made Chen Xuanmo a little depressed.

Before he traveled through time, he had read "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" written by Wang Yu, and had a very deep impression of the miraculous little green bottle in the book.

The little green bottle can absorb the energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon to ripen elixirs. It is simply a highly profitable business with no cost.

The difference between this old wooden box and the little green bottle is immeasurable.

Of course, the old wooden box is just a treasure obtained by gambling on luck by drawing a thousand purple cards. It is normal that its efficacy is far inferior to that of the small green bottle. Maybe one day, by drawing ten thousand purple cards, a hundred thousand purple cards, a million purple cards... you will really be able to draw a treasure as amazing as the small green bottle.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuanmo became energetic again.

As the saying goes, if you have the power in your hands, you have the world. The future is promising.
This old wooden box cannot be used to ripen fruits directly for profit, but it is excellent for cultivating grain seeds, fruit seeds, and even flower seeds.

Especially high-quality grain varieties, which are one of the foundations of the family.

Chen intends to seek to become the regional overlord in the future, and his own high-quality grain varieties are indispensable. This is an extension of his hegemonic power, which can not only benefit local forces, but also be equivalent to collecting an additional local tax.

Although luck is the most important factor in cultivating grain varieties, the Chen family has never lacked luck.

When uncle and nephew Chen Jingyun and Chen Xinsong got the old wooden box, they treated it as a new toy and studied it with great interest and tirelessly.

In the other room, Wang Qianqian and Shu Zhongxian were also having a great conversation, completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge about refining equipment.

Time flies quickly in this kind of wholehearted dedication.

Before I knew it, several days had passed.

During this period, a wide variety of goods were placed in Chen's store named "Jintailou" (Jinwufangshi Store), filling the shelves in the store.

The store also officially started its trial operation.

Chen Ningtai has been going out early and coming back late these days. Every time he comes home late at night, he looks exhausted, as if all his energy has been drained away.

But early the next morning, Chen Ningtai went out again, full of energy, and met up with his two junior sisters Lu Qingyao and Kou Qianjue, and they went to the Jinwufang Market together.

Of course, the rebellious son Chen Ningtai would never admit that he was traveling with a beauty. He swore that he was taking advantage of the power of the Lu family and the Wanhua Palace, and worked hard to make connections everywhere to lay a solid foundation for the Chen family's rise.

In response to this, Chen Xuanmo could only sneer with disdain.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father. How could your own father not know what dirty thoughts this hypocritical and rebellious son has in private?
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As the day of the Jinwu Market Fair approaches, the flow of people in the market has been increasing every day in the past few days.

In the huge boat parking area outside the market town, a number of small and medium-sized spirit boats were laid out, creating a spectacular sight. In the spirit beast pens in the other direction, there were also various strange and unique exotic beasts and birds.

With more people coming, business will be better.

Many shops have reached their peak sales period of the year. Under this business model of small and large markets, most shops can achieve 90% of their annual sales in just one month before and after the small markets.

Tongqing Teahouse.

This teahouse, which is usually deserted, has also experienced a peak business period with a huge influx of customers in recent days.

This day.

A middle-aged monk in brocade robes walked into the Tongqing Teahouse with a calm demeanor. He was respectfully greeted by a waiter in the Lingquan realm of Qi Refining Stage and was led to the VIP seat by the window.

His name is [Mu Chenggang], and he comes from Beifu County in the northern border of the Great Wu Kingdom. He is the family elder of the [Beifu Mu Family], a famous Jindan clan in the northern border.

The Northern Territory has not been peaceful in recent years. The evildoers of the Blood Soul Cult have been causing chaos time and again. Just when we have put down two of them, three more have emerged.

Even the Mu family was busy running around attacking everywhere.

As time went on, supplies throughout the northern border inevitably became scarce.

This time, Mu Chenggang was sent by the Mu family to lead a team of family elites to travel a distance of fifty or sixty thousand miles to the Jinwufang City in order to purchase supplies in large quantities to fill the family's material gap.

For seven or eight days in a row, Mu Chenggang met with more than 20 established merchants, and negotiated with them one by one about the goods and prices they needed. Due to differences in quality and price, it often took several rounds of negotiations to finally reach an agreement. After so many days, he was really exhausted and mentally exhausted. After talking to a merchant this morning, Mu Chenggang, who was a little tired, decided to go out for a walk alone. When he saw this teahouse, he came in to drink some tea to relieve his tense mood.

After sitting down, Mu Chenggang casually flipped through the tea list, ordered a pot of Dragon Bird Spirit Tea, and tipped the waiter a few taels of gold.

The waiter left happily and brought tea respectfully after a few moments.

I picked up the tea and took a sip. It was bitter at first, but then the sweetness came back. It has good quality.

Mu Chenggang nodded slightly, and his depressed mood suddenly became much better.

He leaned against the window frame on the second floor, preparing to admire the street scenery, but his eyes inadvertently swept across the shelf of books and paintings next to the tea table.

This kind of book and painting album rack is a standard feature of many teahouses. On it are placed books or picture albums such as celebrity biographies, current affairs reports, local humanities and landscapes, for tea drinkers to flip through in their spare time.

On weekdays, Mu Chenggang likes to read some Jindan cultivators, and even celebrity biographies of ancient Yuanying masters. He also likes some elegant literary works, so his gaze lingered for a moment.

It was because of this moment that Mu Chenggang's pupils shrank slightly.

He saw a book placed in a prominent position with a picture of a man and a woman on the cover.

The woman's face is covered with a veil, her temperament is pure and charming, she looks lifelike, fresh and attractive.

Walking in the opposite direction of the woman was a tall and upright young man.

The man wore a half-mask and had a wisp of flowing white hair on his forehead. He was shown from his back, with only half of his profile slightly revealed. His eyes were defiant and determined, and at the corner of his mouth there was a half-smile, a meaningful smile.

I have to admit that the author of this painting has a solid foundation and extraordinary artistic attainments.

But the content of the painting made Mu Chenggang's head ache and his temples throb.

Isn't this fairy too revealing? What's with the battle skirt that shows her thighs? What kind of protection can it provide?
The proportions of these legs are not right, right? How can a normal monk have such long and beautiful legs! ?
And that slender waist, isn’t it a little too thin?
The young man's appearance seemed normal, but for some reason, Mu Chenggang always had the urge to beat him to death.

Yes, it must be because of that patch of white hair and that meaningful smile.

If his grandson dared to dress like this and smile like this, Mu Chenggang would definitely have the urge to clean up the house.

Then Mu Chenggang took another look at the title, and his blood immediately boiled.

Good guy.

[The romantic swordsman and pretty master]?
The subtitle is, "Three thousand years of loneliness, just to see your smile again, Master."

This, this, this... is totally against the will of Heaven! It is immoral! It goes against ethical principles~!

A surge of anger rushed to his head uncontrollably along with his blood. Mu Chenggang picked up the book angrily and flipped through the pages heavily.

He decided to take a look at the book first, then criticize it harshly, and then, in the name of Beifu Mu family, suggest that the teahouse remove the book from the shelves.

However, after reading just a few lines, the anger and disdain on his face paused, and then his brows frowned slightly, becoming a little solemn.

Gradually, time passed quickly.

The expression on Mu Chenggang's face kept changing. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he relaxed, sometimes he suddenly became nervous, and then he chuckled unconsciously...

As the emotions kept changing, an hour passed in a flash.

Before he knew it, he had already refilled his tea twice and even ordered some spiritual fruits and cakes.

Just as he was flipping through the pages with a tense mood, full of anxiety and anticipation, something terrible happened.

There is nothing below!

He quickly called the waiter to ask, "Where is the next volume of this book?"

The waiter had obviously been asked this question many times, and answered familiarly: "Replying to Senior, the second volume has not been published yet. For specific information, you can read the author's message at the end of the volume."

Mu Chenggang hurriedly took a look at the message at the end of the volume, which was full of apologies and stated that the second volume was being printed overtime and would be officially released on the official market day of Jinwufang City at a store called [Jintailou (Jinwufang City Store)], with a detailed address and hand-drawn navigation marked on it.

"Who owns this Jintailou store?" Mu Chenggang asked curiously.

The waiter had obviously received favors from someone, and immediately replied, "This is a shop opened by the Hedong Chen family. The Hedong Chen family is a newly-risen powerful foundation-building family..."

Then the waiter started to talk nonsense.

But Mu Chenggang no longer had the patience to listen.

His mind was full of thoughts about the subsequent plot.

Liu Qingyan had vaguely realized that it was Xuanyuan Baifa who secretly helped her escape from the predicament, but in order to treat and bandage Liu Qingyan's wounds, Xuanyuan saw some places he shouldn't have seen and touched some areas he shouldn't have touched.

Therefore, Xuanyuan certainly could not admit it. How could he continue to conceal the past?
Mu Chenggang felt as if his heart was being scratched by claws, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He always felt that the content of this volume was interrupted here, and it was full of the author's strong malice, which made him want to beat up that Mo Xiangzi.

He wanted to go to Jintai Building to take a look immediately, but when he thought about the fact that the second volume had not been officially released yet and he had a lot of things to do today, he decided to pay to buy the first volume and read it again in the evening.

"Senior, the first volume is free, and the second volume is charged." The waiter said politely, "If you like it, you can take it away directly."

"free?"

Mu Chenggang was stunned.

Such an excellent work, why is the first volume sold for free?
For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the author.

Mu Chenggang didn't know that similar situations had already happened many times in Tongqing Teahouse today. Other teahouses had the same experience. As for the docks, Jinbao Street and other places with dense traffic, similar scenes were also playing out.

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The next day.

【Jintailou (Jinwufangshi branch)】.

Chen Jingpeng, who looked a little old, was pacing back and forth in the store with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the monks passing by outside the door, and then looking into the empty shop, his originally passionate heart gradually turned cold.

In the past few days, the flow of people in Jinwufang City has been increasing, and more and more people are passing by Jintai Tower.

But the vast majority of people just pass by. Some of them may look up at the sign of Jintai Building, but then they look confused and leave in a hurry.

Even if you stand at the store door and look left and right, you can clearly see that the two stores on the left and right are doing very prosperous business. The monks who come in and out of the store across the street from time to time make Chen Jingpeng jealous.

He couldn't help but said to Su Yuanbai: "Grandpa Su, although our store is still in trial operation, the customer flow is too small, right? Our product discounts are still quite large..."

It’s not that no one has come into Jintai Building before, but when they saw that there was no customer in the store and the shop assistants quickly came towards them with a fierce look in their eyes, they immediately left without even asking the price.

Su Yuanbai was also a little helpless: "Our store is in a good location, but it is also because of the good location that we are surrounded by old-fashioned stores run by the Jindan clan. Whether it is reputation, credibility, or fame, they are far superior to our store. It is normal that we cannot compete with them."

Indeed, the Chen family is now only well-known around Hedong County, but looking at the entire Wu Kingdom, it is far inferior to those old families and shops.

"Jing Peng, we have to be patient. The accumulation of word of mouth and credibility is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires long-term accumulation." Su Yuanbai comforted, "On the day of the official opening, some people will come to support us. After gathering popularity, business will be much better."

Having said that, Chen Jingpeng still had no confidence. He felt that just sitting there and waiting for death was not a good idea and that he had to do something.

It was also at this time.

A group of young family members rushed out from the backyard and soon arrived at the front shop, led by Chen Jingpeng's eldest grandson Chen Xiuyang.

Chen Xiuyang was seen walking out of the store with everyone in high spirits, and he explained to the people around him as he walked: "Xiu Xu, Wen Xue, you two will be in charge of the individual cultivators' stalls today, and Xiaoyu and I will go to the dock area outside the market to take a look. By the way, we also need to meet up with Yongliang to urge him to prepare promotional materials, and also verify the printing progress of the second volume..."

As soon as Chen Jingpeng saw Chen Xiuyang, his temples began to throb.

Seeing him whispering with the younger generation at home, most likely discussing where to go out for fun, he couldn't help but frown and scolded: "Chen Xiuyang, what are you doing bringing everyone in and out?"

"You are not young anymore, you are almost thirty years old, can't you do something serious?"

Without waiting for Chen Xiuyang to respond, Chen Jingpeng scolded him like a string of cannonballs: "It's fine if you're not serious yourself, but you're even messing around with your brothers and sisters. If you have the time to fool around, you might as well help organize the goods in the shop and entertain the customers."

Normally, Chen Jingpeng seldom scolded his grandson. Even if he didn't like it, he would mostly scold his grandson's father, Chen Xinyuan. However, this time Chen Xinyuan was not there, and he was very anxious, so he could not control his emotions.

"Uh..." Chen Xiuyang looked around in astonishment and said weakly, "Grandpa, the goods are quite neatly arranged, there's nothing to sort out. As for the guests... well, where are the guests!?"

Chen Jingpeng became an instant celebrity.

This kid is always bringing up things that are not relevant to the topic. Does he want to piss your grandfather off to death?

He could only turn his attention to Jiang Xiaoyu and said earnestly: "Xiaoyu, you are usually quite steady and smart, why did you follow Xiu Yang to make trouble? Please help persuade him and do more serious work..."

"Ah, this..." Jiang Xiaoyu was caught off guard and his expression was confused.

She opened her mouth and was about to say that what Brother Xiu Yang was doing was very meaningful, but when she thought about the fact that they were in public and the clansmen were watching, she had to save face for Grandpa. She also didn't want to talk back to Grandpa, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue and just responded obediently, "Yes, Grandpa, I will persuade Brother Xiu Yang."

"Nonsense."

Chen Ningtai brought Kou Qianjue and Lu Qingyao back to the store. Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown and scolded Chen Jingpeng: "We have no experience and no credibility in Jintailou. It's normal that the business is bleak. The trial operation period is to find out the problems and solve them, not for you to scold the children here."

"Yes, grandpa, I will definitely think about it carefully." Chen Jingpeng was startled and quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake. He was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Kou Qianjue advised from the side: "Senior Brother Ning Tai, don't blame Jing Peng too much. He has been under a lot of pressure these past two days."

"That's right. It's not Jingpeng's fault if the business is not good." Lu Qingyao also said, "Don't worry, Jingpeng. When we officially open for business in a few days, I will bring you more business to make the place more lively."

"Thank you both, seniors." Chen Jingpeng bowed in gratitude.

While talking.

A middle-aged monk wearing a brocade robe and with a calm demeanor appeared at the door of the store.

He first looked up at the plaque at the door, then tentatively walked into Jintai Building and asked, "Excuse me, is this the Jintai Building Jinwufang Market Store?"

This middle-aged cultivator was naturally Mu Chenggang, who had tossed and turned all night last night.

He had originally wanted to come back in a few days when the second volume was officially released, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity about the subsequent plot, and unknowingly came here.

Even if I can't get the official second volume, at least I can get some spoilers or take a look at the original manuscript.

That author is such a jerk, and the ending point is so bad.

Is this... a guest? Or is he here because of his admiration for the place?
When they heard Mu Chenggang's question, everyone in the store's eyes fell on Mu Chenggang in an instant.

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(End of this chapter)