Farming in the Immortal Mansion

"No need! I'm going out to practice for a while, you guys guard Zixiao Peak."

Ye Ling's words extinguished Feng Ling and Xiao Xing'er's enthusiasm, and he flew up the Lei Ling flying sword, turned into a lightning, and disappeared far into the sky.

Feng Ling stood there for a long time, and Xiao Xing'er also came back to her senses after a long time, sighing: "Hey! Sister Feng Ling, your hard work is in vain again. Hehe, Master Ye is either practicing in seclusion or going out for practice, and he doesn't seem to be interested in you! You are dressed up so fancy, it seems that you are not in the Master's eyes at all."

"Bah! It's a pity that Master Lu San's matter has not been told to the master yet, and I don't know when the master will come back?"

Feng Ling took out Lu Xinmei's visiting jade slip from his sleeve, sighed, and said helplessly.

Ye Ling's sword light went straight to Qingxu Peak of Tianlan Mountain, which had already alarmed the children of Zhou's great cultivation family in the immortal gate, and they all sent out sound transmission notes to report the news.

These sound transmission notes all flew to the top of a Fire Spirit Peak shrouded in fire spirit energy! Zhou Minghui, the son of Zhou Liu, was sitting cross-legged on the crater with his upper body exposed. He was sweating profusely due to the strong fire spirit energy. He waved his hand to call these sound transmission notes, and his eyes flashed!

"The surnamed Ye, after being in seclusion for so long, finally dared to show his head! Uncle Chong, let's go!"

Zhou Minghui put on a brocade green shirt, grabbed the storage bag, summoned the sixth-level goshawk, and drove the sword light, also galloping towards the main mountain Qingxu Peak.

He was responsible for the task entrusted by his two great uncles Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xingwu, waiting for an opportunity to get rid of Ye Ling! He could mobilize the Zhou clan members among the three generations of disciples of the immortal sect, and even some brothers and sisters in the foundation-building stage had to listen to Zhou Minghui's orders.

However, Zhou Minghui was disgusted with the task assigned by the family from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, it was a waste to deal with a civilian cultivator at the first level of foundation-building with such a fanfare! Every time he went out, his cultivation would be affected. As soon as he heard about Ye Ling's whereabouts, Zhou Minghui had to interrupt his cultivation, which delayed his breakthrough to the late stage of foundation building.

"In the Dongzhu Lingshan lineage, the only strong man who can be worthy of being my opponent is Wang Shiyuan, not his junior brother Ye Ling! Uncle Yuan and Uncle Wu must have been mad at Liu Juntang, and actually asked me to find a chance to plot against Ye Ling. Humph! Just send two foundation building servants, why bother letting me go out in person!"

Zhou Minghui was indignant, but the sixth-level goshawk on his shoulder was extremely excited and eager to try, and the sharp eagle cry resounded all the way.

When they arrived at the foot of Qingxu Peak of Tianlan Mountain, Zhou Minghui immediately summoned the Zhou clan members who were here to serve as stewards and asked: "Did Ye Ling enter the main hall of the Immortal Gate to pay respect to the head, or went to the side hall to receive the Immortal Gate mission?"

"Reporting to the Sixth Young Master, he entered the side hall! He must have gone to receive the mission. Hehe, Young Master, our chance has come!" Several distant Zhou clan disciples said flatteringly.

Zhou Minghui's eyes lit up and he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, let the nephews in the side hall keep an eye on it and pay attention to the notice of the Immortal Gate!"

"Okay! I will definitely live up to the trust of the Sixth Young Master!" The Zhou clan disciples turned back to the mountain and met with the clan members above.

This is the main mountain of the Immortal Gate. The second-generation disciples of the Immortal Gate cannot make talismanic calls at will, so Zhou Minghui can only wait patiently at the foot of Qingxu Peak.

After half an hour, these guys almost crawled down Qingxu Peak, with a sad face, sighing and saying: "Sixth Young Master! The surnamed Ye is very cautious! The mission he received from the Immortal Gate is to go to Tiandan City to purchase spiritual herbs."

"Ah?" Zhou Minghui's eyes went dark, and he was very disappointed.

It turned out that from Tiandan Immortal Gate to Tiandan City, a thousand miles away in the west, there is a teleportation array in the Immortal Gate, and there is a patrol team in Tiandan City. It is forbidden for cultivators entering the city to fight, let alone kill people. This journey is absolutely safe!

Young Master Zhou Liu said angrily: "Damn it! The boy surnamed Ye is so careful in his work! Humph, if he can hide on the first day, can he hide on the fifteenth? Let's go! Go to the teleportation array quickly, and let's go to Tiandan City. As long as he dares to leave the city, this young master will be sure to kill him!"

A group of people hurried to the Xianmen teleportation array, and indeed saw Ye Ling, wearing a moon-white satin long gown, riding a sword light flashing, and indeed flew to the teleportation array in the west.

Zhou Minghui and his friends were afraid of alarming Ye Ling, so they followed him secretly from a distance, and sent their clansmen to find out that there was no one around the teleportation array, and then they entered one after another and teleported to Tiandan City.

When Zhou Minghui and others were all teleported away, a dark blue bubble suddenly appeared outside the Xianmen teleportation array, and then Ye Ling's figure appeared!

"Haha, with the dead wood technique plus the water hiding technique, and the fairy jade pendant to calm my mind, it would be strange if you could find me!"

Ye Ling sneered, stepped on the Lei Ling flying sword leisurely, passed through the fairy gate mountain protection formation, and turned east.

It turned out that Ye Ling had already discovered it on the way here, and saw many Qi training cultivators who were dressed in luxurious clothes but moved secretly, secretly sending sound transmission notes behind his back, so he knew someone was following him.

So when Ye Ling went to the fairy gate side hall of Qingxu Peak to receive the fairy gate task, he only received the simplest task of purchasing spiritual herbs, and then it appeared on the fairy gate jade wall. There were also several people running out to report the news, which made Ye Ling secretly laugh: these Zhou family's playboys are really good-looking but useless, and even passers-by know that they can handle such confidential matters!

Now Ye Ling flew out of Tiandan Xianmen on his sword, and stopped and hid at any time, and secretly released the fourth-level small medicine spirit pad, and no one noticed it along the way.

After leaving the Xianmen formation for hundreds of miles, Ye Ling was sure that no one was following him, and then he collected the small medicine spirit, shot out the fifth-level demon dragon, and flew towards the eastern sky like lightning!

Ye Ling's mission to the Immortal Gate was to find the three spiritual herbs for refining the Baimai Lingdan, which was the top priority!

He learned from the jade slip of the pill recipe given by his master that among these three sixth-level spiritual herbs, the sixth-level Baimai root was the main medicinal material, distributed in the Xianyin Secret Realm far in the south of Wu State, and the auxiliary material Bauhinia spiritual grass was distributed in the Blue Moon Valley near Youyue Immortal Gate.

Only the other auxiliary material, Shuhua Shihu, was closer to Tiandan Immortal Gate, distributed in Longze Mountain more than 30,000 miles east of Tiandan Immortal Gate! This was Ye Ling's real destination!

Ye Ling stood at the dragon head, looking east, looking at the splendid mountains and rivers of the land of Wu State, and always paying attention to the birds and monsters running along the way.

Fortunately, along the way, Ye Ling encountered low-level monster birds. Occasionally, a few fourth-level spiritual birds flew by, and they were all shocked by the powerful breath of the fifth-level monster dragon, and they were afraid to avoid it.

On this day, he finally arrived at the end of the land. Ye Ling compared the map jade slip, looked at the surrounding mountains, pressed the dragon head, changed to the Thunder Spirit Flying Sword, and headed towards Longze Mountain slowly.

Ye Ling looked at the foggy Longze Mountain from afar. When he was a hundred miles away, the fog became thicker and thicker, and even the water spirit in the sky had a hint of fishy smell, which made Ye Ling alert and spread his consciousness to pay attention everywhere.

Suddenly, Ye Ling found that in the depths of the fog, there was a vast swamp blocking the road. It was covered with dark clouds, blocking the sky, and from time to time, the fishy wind was blown with the waves.

Ye Ling hurriedly pressed the sword light and stopped at the shore of the swamp. In his opinion, there must be a terrible existence in this swamp, and he could not cross it with his sword!

What surprised Ye Ling was that occasionally a few sword lights would shuttle across the shore of this swamp, and it seemed to be flying in one direction.

Ye Ling judged from the spiritual pressure they emitted that they were also foundation-building cultivators, and there was no Jindan-stage old monster, so he hurriedly flew his sword to catch up.

In front of him, two sword lights, one purple and one red, paused, and then there was a vigilant cry: "Who? Where are you from, cultivator? How dare you follow us?"

When Ye Ling got closer, he saw that they were two female cultivators in the middle stage of foundation-building. The spiritual pressure they emitted was much stronger than his. Seeing that they looked fearless, it was obvious that they were not afraid of Ye Ling's first-level foundation-building cultivation.

"I am a casual cultivator, and I want to go to Longze Mountain to collect herbs! But I don't know the way into the mountain. I wonder if you two fellow Taoists are local cultivators? Can you give me some advice?"

Ye Ling smiled slightly, neither nervous nor flustered, and spoke politely.

The two women looked at each other, and one of them, a tall female cultivator in purple clothes, said coldly: "We have also come from afar to search for treasures in Longze Mountain! But with your cultivation level, entering Longze Mountain is a waste of life! I advise you to go back home and don't go in recklessly, so that you can save your life."

Ye Ling was stunned and asked curiously: "Why is this? Don't cultivators like me who are in the early stage of foundation building are allowed to enter Longze Mountain?"

The oval-faced female cultivator in red clothes saw that Ye Ling looked ordinary and his attitude was respectful. He didn't have a sneaky look like other cultivators. Although she didn't like him, she didn't have any bad feelings either. So he kindly advised: "That's not the case. There are no cultivators guarding Longze Mountain, so anyone can enter. It's just that it's very dangerous inside, full of fifth- and sixth-level monsters. Your cultivation is too low. Even if you form a team on the shore of the Great Lake, no one will accept you into the team. Even if you force yourself to enter, you will be a burden to the team!"

Ye Ling's heart moved, and he laughed: "So that's it! Thank you for your advice, do you still need to form a team to enter the mountain? Haha, please take me in, I'm willing to follow you!"

The purple-sleeved female cultivator frowned slightly and refused, and the oval-faced red-sleeved female cultivator also shook her head with difficulty.

"No! We already have a team. If we add you, not only will we get a bigger share of the spoils, but most importantly, you will hold the team back. Going in is a life-or-death situation, very dangerous."

Ye Ling smiled calmly: "I am not afraid of death! I have two fourth-grade top-grade Dingyan Pills here. Please accept them, sisters. At least you can help me!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling took out a small porcelain bottle from his storage bag and poured out two dark red pills.

The oval-faced female cultivator in red clothes immediately had bright eyes and shouted in surprise: "What! Fourth-grade top-grade Dingyan Pills? Let me see! It's really top-grade! Second Senior Sister, why don't we agree to it!"