Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

The owner of the shop gave the order, and hundreds of spirit plant farmers hesitated and did not step forward.

Now, for those who are above the third level of Qi Refining.

Go, there is no chance of survival.

Don't go, there is no doubt of death.

This is forcing them into a desperate situation!

The scene became weird for a while.

Seeing this, Niu Youliang's face was dull. He snorted coldly to express his inner anger and said: "I don't know what you are worried about! This is the only chance to join Ziyun Peak! Do you want to farm for a lifetime?"

Failed to scold, changed to inducement.

But who would joke with his own life?

At this time, Mo Junqing on the side said impatiently: "A few broken spirit plant farmers can't handle it! If I say, sign them all, no one can escape!"

Niu Youliang gritted his teeth, and finally, he went down in person!

But he would not accept the other party's opinion. After all, although these people are lowly, they are also the foundation of the market.

All the pots were taken away at once, how could there be any income in the future?

As his eyes swept over, the spiritual energy in his body burst out, and soon all the cultivators with strength exceeding the third level of Qi Refining were screened out.

He walked to a female cultivator in simple clothes and handed over the long scroll expressionlessly.

Seeing this, the other party immediately showed a pleading look.

"Sign or die!"

Niu Youliang didn't want to delay any longer.

If this kind of trivial matter is not handled well, then Mo Junqing will return to Ziyun Peak and talk about it, and he won't have to work as the master of the shop anymore!

The female cultivator resisted the pressure, took the pen with her right hand trembling, and finally wrote down her name.

"Enter the market, and you are not allowed to go out within three days!"

Soon, under Niu Youliang's personal supervision, more than 30 spiritual plant husbands were forced to voluntarily participate in the exploration of the secret realm.

Finally, he came to Chen Mo!

Chen Mo took a deep breath continuously, without asking more questions or hesitation, but directly wrote down his name.

This move surprised Niu Youliang a little, but he was in a good mood.

The other party patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's what it means to be sensible!"

Sensible?

Chen Mo had already cursed the other party's ancestors in his heart!

He just knew that any resistance would be useless, so it would be better to be straightforward and think of a countermeasure quickly!

Time passed in a flash.

Under the coercion of Niu Youliang, a total of 32 Qi Refining Level 3 and 9 Qi Refining Level 4 in Guchen Market all entered the market.

Among the remaining hundreds of people, there are actually some who are self-important and call themselves the pride of heaven, and actively apply to participate in the exploration of the secret realm.

At this point, the recruitment came to an end.

Then it was time to set off!

…

Chen Mo entered the familiar Guchen Market again and felt a strange atmosphere for the first time.

The bluestone avenue that was originally bustling and led directly to the center seemed deserted at this time, and all the hawkers on the roadside were driven away.

Only a row of market guards wearing green robes and gloomy faces remained.

These guards were not highly skilled, but they were all at the fourth level of Qi Refining on average. As casual cultivators who were paid by the government, they naturally did not have the helplessness of the Lingzhifu who was in danger of losing his job every day.

Soon, Chen Mo followed the crowd into the Fangzhu Mansion.

They were arranged in a courtyard with no house, no bed, and even no chair.

A total of 41 people were forced to squeeze together like a group of animals.

In the past, these people might have exchanged greetings, talked about their farming experience, or talked about everything, which was also a kind of fun.

But now, the crisis is at hand.

Who still has the heart to communicate?

Chen Mo mixed in the crowd and also couldn't come up with any ideas!

Just as he began to adjust his mentality and tried to accept this reality, a familiar figure came into the side yard under the guidance of the guards!

"Manager Cui, it's him!"

Song Yunxi's steps were a little frivolous, and he seemed very anxious!

...

Song Yunxi also got this news after the Lingzhifu entered the Fangshi in the morning.

What is the secret realm? How could he not know?

I don’t know how many cultivators died in Ziyun Peak. Although they are only at the third level of Qi Refining, they are the elites among the elites!

The elites can’t handle it, so why send a group of spiritual plant husbands who can only make rain and fire palms?

What’s the difference between that and sending them to die?

Therefore, after getting this news, Song Yunxi thought of his brother first.

Putting aside the breeding issue, he believed that Chen Mo was definitely a friend worth making friends with! Otherwise, he would not take the initiative to become sworn brothers with him and call him brothers!

Now, his brother is in trouble.

How could he stand by and watch him die?

Song Yunxi took the initiative to come to the abbot’s mansion and inquired about the news. After learning that it was the order issued by the master of Ziyun Peak himself, he was at a loss for a while!

Just when he was at a loss, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to him.

Song Yunxi asked back: "The order of the peak master said that all spirit plant husbands, including spirit breeding officers and spirit fishermen, must go to the secret realm?"

"That's right."

"Didn't it say that breeders must go?"

"Well? There are breeders there? What is the seeding rate?" The steward immediately became interested.

The threshold for breeders is not high. As long as you spend one or two taels of spirit sand, you can get a copy of "The Art of Breathing", but why do you want a seeding rate of 100 to 1 or even 150 to 1?

"20 to 1!"

Song Yunxi said a little less.

"20 to 1?" The steward of the Fangzhu Mansion immediately became interested. It is said that the breeder of the Niu family shop is at this level.

"Yes!"

"What's his name?"

"Chen Mo!"

The steward spread out the scroll and saw the name on it.

So, the breeder was also imprisoned in the side yard.

Song Yunxi was delighted, it seemed that the rescue plan was feasible!

"Steward Cui, you see..."

"This is a bit difficult to handle." Cui Ji showed an embarrassed expression, "The peak master didn't say it, but this name has already..."

Song Yunxi took out a low-grade spirit stone from the storage ring and handed it over.

"A little thought, a little thought!"

This time, in order to rescue Chen Mo, Song Yunxi did not hesitate to spend a lot of money!

After Cui Ji took it, his brows relaxed immediately: "This is not impossible."

"Then please help him put his name..."

"No hurry, no hurry, I have to see if he is really a breeder first."

"Let him go..."

"Let's go."

So the two were led by the guards and soon came to the side yard where the spirit plant husband was imprisoned.

As soon as they approached, Song Yunxi and Chen Mo looked at each other, and he saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Manager Cui, that's him!"

A group of people stepped forward and blocked Chen Mo.

Song Yunxi smiled at him, and this smile also warmed Chen Mo's heart.

"Are you a breeder?"

In an instant, Chen Mo's mind was full of thoughts, and he sorted out the current situation in a very short time.

He looked at Song Yunxi, who put his hand aside and quietly gestured a "2". After a brief hesitation, he nodded and said:

"Yes."

"How is the seed yield?"

"20 to 1!"

"Here, this is ten kilograms of spiritual rice, let me see how to grow it." Cui Ji took out a bag of grain out of thin air and handed it over.