Mortal Cultivator

The rich spiritual energy seemed to have materialized, forming mist and mist, floating dreamlike.

In this vast spiritual mist, fairy mountains and palaces are looming, as mysterious and beautiful as a paradise.

Some of these pavilions are towering, some are small and exquisite, and have different styles, but all of them exude an enchanting atmosphere.

From time to time, there are spiritual birds and animals passing by in the mountains. They either flap their wings and fly high, or stroll leisurely, and make clear and sweet chirping sounds from their mouths.

These sounds are intertwined together, like pieces of otherworldly music, lingering over the entire fairyland, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

In this fairyland, a figure slowly emerged. He is Wang Lu from the Nine Provinces Continent, a rare genius in the world.

After going through a lot of hardships, he finally succeeded in ascending to this point. However, from the moment he stepped into the fairyland, he was keenly aware that beneath the seemingly peaceful and peaceful surface, there were actually hidden dangers and dangers everywhere.

Let’s look at the fairy world. It can be said that there are many masters and strong men gathered there! Among them are immortals with earth-shattering skills, as well as powerful men with extremely powerful magic weapons. These people are all extraordinary and have amazing strength.

The aura exuded by every strong man is as majestic as the sea and as vast as the abyss, as if it can suppress the heaven and earth and shock the world.

Just standing there makes people feel an unparalleled pressure, and they feel awe, and they don't even dare to look directly at its sharp edge.

Not only that, there are all kinds of rare and incomparable magic weapons in this fairy world.

Some magic weapons bloom with dazzling light, like the brightest stars in the night sky; some magic weapons exude a mysterious atmosphere, making it difficult for people to peek into their true secrets; and some magic weapons have strange shapes and ingenious workmanship, which are fascinating. Breathtaking.

These dazzling array of magic weapons make people dazzled and overwhelmed.

However, at this time, although the fairy world contains endless mystery and powerful power, the resources available for use are quite limited. Because of this, all forces in the fairy world have fixed their sights on those few and extremely precious resources.

They launched thrilling and cruel battles with each other. If any party is slightly negligent or makes a mistake, it is very likely that other forces will take advantage of it and fall into the bottomless and irreversible abyss of darkness.

But our protagonist, Wang Lu, was not intimidated by these difficulties and obstacles. He is full of ambition and passion, and his mind is filled with countless wonderful and unique ideas.

Faced with the scarcity of resources in the fairy world, Wang Lu resolutely determined to use his own wisdom and courage to open up a spiritual field of his own space. This spiritual field can not only meet the supply of resources needed for his personal cultivation, but is also expected to become the key to changing the pattern of the entire fairy world.

Just when this idea just emerged from his mind, the fellow immortals who were practicing together all turned their gazes on him. Some of these eyes were full of surprise, as if they were very surprised that he suddenly came up with such an idea; while others showed obvious ridicule, as if they thought his idea was simply whimsical.

You know, opening up a spiritual field is not an easy task! That was an extremely energy- and mental-consuming project. Moreover, during the entire process, as long as there is the slightest mistake, the consequences will be disastrous.

Not only is the spiritual field likely to collapse and be destroyed in an instant, but he himself is also very likely to suffer a powerful spiritual backlash. Once hit by the backlash of spiritual power, the immortal foundation that one has finally accumulated will be seriously damaged, and it may even cause the cultivation level to regress and all previous efforts to be wasted!

Wang Lu didn't pay any attention to the disturbing gossip. He only wanted to find a place where he could practice in peace. After some searching, I finally found a quiet valley deep in the mountains.

The valley is surrounded by lush woods, with green grass and flowers in bloom. A crystal clear stream gurgls past, making a crisp and sweet sound. Although there are no famous and prosperous spiritual veins here to provide strong spiritual nourishment, its quiet and peaceful atmosphere makes people feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

More importantly, the spiritual energy in this valley fluctuates very smoothly. It is neither too violent and difficult to control nor too thin to meet the needs of cultivation. Just like a piece of rough jade that has not been carefully carved, it seems simple and unpretentious, but in fact it contains endless potential waiting for those who are interested to discover and utilize it.

He stretched out his right hand solemnly, pointed it like a sword, and muttered something. Suddenly, a soft drink sounded, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out like water from a bursting dam, all converging on his fingertips. Immediately afterwards, a flying sword emitting dazzling light shot out from his dantian and hovered in mid-air.

The flying sword seemed to feel the strong will of its owner. The sword trembled suddenly, and the light instantly became extremely powerful, like a scorching sun shining in the sky. The next moment, it turned into a brilliant and dazzling horse at an astonishing speed, galloping towards the valley below according to what he had in mind.

As the streak of silk came into contact with the ground, the land was easily split apart with a "hiss" sound, and a deep gully appeared. The streak of silk did not stop there, but continued to wander on the land, leaving clearly visible scratches. These scratches seemed to be chaotic, but in fact they contained some mysterious laws and power.

He concentrated on controlling the flying sword, and continuously injected his spiritual power into each scratch. Those originally plain array patterns, at this moment, seemed to be given life, and began to slowly embed into the depths of the soil. They flickered with a faint light, looming, as if breathing and beating.

As time went on, those mysterious array patterns, like spreading vines, covered the land of the entire valley bit by bit. They intertwined and staggered, and finally formed a huge and intricate array pattern. This array is like a fine work of art, which is breathtaking.

At this moment, an extremely powerful aura emanated continuously from this array. This breath was like a surging wave, rolling around, shocking people. Even the originally calm spiritual energy around seemed to feel the call of this powerful breath, and began to surge and converged here at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, countless spiritual energy was like colorful light bands, rapidly shuttling in the air. They intertwined and entangled with each other, and finally all merged into the huge formation. As more and more spiritual energy was injected into it, the entire formation became more and more dazzling, shining like a dazzling pearl inlaid in this valley.

The frequency of the array pattern flashing became faster and faster, and the light became more and more dazzling, as if it was making the final preparations for the next absorption of spiritual energy.

After a long and arduous 49 days, the basic formation was finally completed! During this period, Wang Lu studied, drew and adjusted the formation diagram day and night, and almost never closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

His figure was getting thinner and thinner, and his clothes, which had originally fitted him, now looked much looser; his face was even more haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and the deep dark circles under his eyes showed that he was extremely sleep-deprived, but even so, the fatigue on his face could not hide his inner determination.

At this moment, Wang Lu stared at the center of the formation with full concentration, as if there were secrets of the whole world waiting for him to uncover. He saw his hands quickly pinching the magic formula, his movements were skillful and smooth, as natural as flowing clouds and water.

At the same time, he was muttering something in his mouth, and the low and rhythmic voice echoed in the air, as if it had produced some kind of wonderful resonance with the surrounding spiritual energy. As he continued to chant and cast spells, a faint light gradually appeared in the center of the formation, like a star in the making, exuding a mysterious and seductive breath.

At that moment, as if time had frozen, the air around him suddenly became restless. I saw that in the originally calm valley, a gust of wind suddenly rose up, whistling and sweeping in. The sound of the wind was like the roar of a beast, deafening.

At the same time, a suffocating spiritual energy was like a surging tide, converging from all directions to the valley. The majestic momentum was like a galloping horse, and it was like a river pouring down from the sky, which made people shocked.

With the continuous influx of spiritual energy, a huge spiritual energy vortex gradually formed, and it compressed and settled rapidly at an astonishing speed. At the center of the vortex, the pressure was getting greater and greater, and bursts of low roars were emitted, like roars from deep in the earth.

Finally, accompanied by a loud "boom" that shook the earth, the whole valley trembled. A prototype of a spiritual field with a radius of about ten feet appeared in front of everyone! The color of the soil in this spiritual field also changed instantly, from the initial brown to a deep black, and it also faintly emitted a faint but clearly visible spiritual light.

These spiritual lights flickered and jumped, like smart elves, as if cheering for the newly born spiritual field and celebrating its arrival in the world. They danced happily, embellishing the entire spiritual field like a dream, full of mysterious and charming atmosphere.

When the spiritual field was first opened, it was as fragile and full of hope as a newborn baby. This was just a starting point. Next, how to select the spiritual seeds suitable for the growth of this spiritual field became a top priority. So, Wang Lu began to shuttle frequently between various fairy square markets.

These fairy square markets were very lively, and the dazzling array of spiritual seeds was dazzling. Some stalls were crowded with people, and the stall owners praised the magical effects of their own spiritual seeds eloquently; some were deserted, but perhaps there were unknown treasures hidden in them. Wang Lu's eyes were sharp, and he carefully selected between the stalls.

Sometimes he picked up a spiritual seed, put it to his nose and smelled its fragrance to judge whether it contained sufficient spiritual energy; sometimes he gently rubbed the surface of the spiritual seed with his fingers to feel its texture and grain and guess its growth habits. After careful selection, Wang Lu finally locked his target on several spiritual seeds.

The first thing that caught his eye was the Qingling rice with powerful purifying power. The rice grains of this spiritual rice after maturity are not only full, but also have the magical effect of purifying impurities in the body and improving cultivation. For immortal cultivators, it is undoubtedly a rare treasure.

Then, Wang Lu took a fancy to the purple spiritual plant that can help people condense immortal consciousness. It is said that this spiritual plant will continuously absorb the immortal spirit between heaven and earth during its growth and gather it into itself. When it matures, the user can use the rich immortal spirit in it to temper his immortal consciousness, thereby greatly improving the speed of cultivation and the chance of breaking through the bottleneck.

In addition, Wang Lu also found several extremely rare and precious star pattern grass seeds. It is rumored that this grass seed is born from the power of the stars and has the potential to refine top-level immortal pills. If it can be successfully cultivated and refined into immortal pills, it will bring huge benefits both to improve one's own strength and to exchange precious resources with others.

The day of sowing has finally arrived! The morning sun shines on the earth, as if covering the whole world with a layer of golden gauze. And he has already prepared everything, standing quietly in front of the field full of spiritual energy.

He carefully took out a bottle of fairy dew emitting mysterious light, gently tilted the bottle mouth, and let the crystal clear liquid soak the precious seeds in his hand drop by drop. Every seed flashed a faint but charming light the moment it touched the fairy dew, as if it was given life.

Then, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched them. The seeds moistened by the fairy dew fell accurately into every corner of the spiritual field as if they were pulled by some magical power.

They fell lightly like smart elves. Some of them landed in the center of the fertile and vast land, as if attracted by this rich land; while others, like shy children, quietly hid in the narrow gaps on the edge of the field, as if they wanted to avoid everyone's eyes. However, no matter which place they chose to settle down, they all found the best place for their growth and development without exception, as if fate had already arranged everything for them.

When the last seed fell into the pit safely, he slowly lowered his arms, but then raised his hands again and began to wave them rhythmically in the air.

The spiritual soil, which was originally as soft as cotton wool, seemed to have suddenly come to life and began to obey the mysterious instructions conveyed by his dancing hands. They were like a group of well-trained soldiers, rushing quickly and orderly towards the places where the seeds had just been buried.

The spiritual soil gathered like a tide, first gently covering the seeds, then gradually thickening and compacting until the seeds were completely buried under it.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, without even a moment of pause or hesitation in the middle, as if all these actions had been repeatedly rehearsed countless times, like a grand performance of a large scale and carefully choreographed.

As the spiritual soil was continuously piled up, the originally uneven, bumpy and rugged ground began to gradually become flat and smooth, like a bronze mirror that had just been polished. The traces left over from the previous sowing seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace, making it impossible to imagine what kind of busy labor scene had been here.

Finally, after completing a series of complex and delicate operations, he took a deep breath and slowly cast his eyes around. He saw his hands dancing gently, as if playing a silent movement in the air, and a mysterious power rippled with it.

Gradually, the power began to pull the surrounding land, and a thin layer of floating soil with a faint glow floated up quietly as if it was cast by magic, and gathered towards the place where the seeds had just been planted. These floating soils seem to be extremely light, but they contain amazing and powerful spiritual power.

When they gently cover the seeds, the whole scene is like a beautiful and peaceful painting. The layer of floating soil is like a gentle and loving mother, carefully embracing each seed with her warm arms. It gives these fragile lives the most intimate care and nourishment, allowing them to take root, sprout, and grow with peace of mind.

In this land full of vitality and hope, there seems to be an invisible bond that closely connects him with these seeds. He can feel the faint breath of each seed, and can also imagine how they will thrive in the future. At this moment, his heart is full of expectations and blessings, and he believes that in the near future, a colorful sea of ​​flowers will bloom here.

In the following days, Wang Lu is like the most loyal guardian of this spiritual field, living in the simple wooden house next to it day and night.

Every morning, when the sun just rises, he will get up early, facing the first ray of warm and soft sunlight, taking a deep breath, inhaling the pure spiritual energy that permeates the surroundings into his body, and then slowly exhaling, so that these spiritual energy can nourish and nourish the spiritual field under him like sweet rain.

When night falls and the sun sets, Wang Lu will not slack off at all. He would hold a spiritual sword that flickered with a faint light and carefully inspect every inch of the spiritual field.

Whether it was a corner or an edge, he would carefully check it and not miss any place where there might be hidden dangers.

If he found that a low-level monster occasionally came to covet those precious spiritual plants, he would not hesitate to swing the spiritual sword in his hand and drive it away with a sharp sword force to ensure that the spiritual plants in the spiritual field could grow safely.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly mobilized the majestic spiritual power in his body. As his mind turned, these spiritual powers gradually gathered in his palms and began to blend and entangle with his years of cultivation experience.

Gradually, this spiritual power that integrated the experience of cultivation seemed to have life. It escaped from his palms like delicate silk threads, and then turned into strands of drizzle. These drizzles fell down one after another, covering the delicate spiritual seedlings accurately.

The first to respond to this nourishing power was the Qingling rice. With a light "puff" sound, several Qingling rice seeds broke out of the soil first. The tender green seedlings grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they swayed gently, as if dancing happily. At the same time, a fresh air also emanated from these seedlings, quickly dispelling the turbid air around them.

Then, the purple spiritual plant on the side was not to be outdone. Their originally closed leaves slowly unfolded, like a blooming flower. At the moment when the leaves were fully unfolded, a rich fragrance came to the nose. This fragrance was rich and charming, attracting the immortal birds passing by to stop and hover, unwilling to leave for a long time. They seemed to be deeply attracted by the fragrance and couldn't extricate themselves.

But the immortal world is never short of troubles. The news that the spiritual field was becoming more abundant spread like wildfire, attracting a group of unscrupulous casual cultivators to come and provoke. The scarred man in the lead had a face full of flesh, coveting the output of the spiritual field. He led the crowd to surround the valley and shouted for Wang Lu to hand over the control of the spiritual field. Wang Lu snorted coldly, and the flying sword was sacrificed. The sword shadows were crisscrossed, and he fought with this group of casual cultivators. He was agile and his swordsmanship was cunning. He was at ease during the siege, and he would occasionally take the time to strengthen the spiritual field protection formation with spiritual power. As the battle was in full swing, the spiritual power in the valley was disturbed and the spiritual seedlings were trembling. Wang Lu was anxious and seized the opportunity to use his ultimate move "Spirit Sword Splitting Light". The radiant light forced back the scattered cultivators, but his own spiritual power was almost exhausted.

After this battle, Wang Lu knew that security was insufficient. He traveled to the fairy mountain to ask for defensive magic arrays and hidden spiritual talismans, and carefully arranged them around the spiritual field; he also tamed a pangolin beast with initial spiritual intelligence to help him turn the soil and warn. Under Wang Lu's careful management, the spiritual field ushered in its first harvest season. The Qingling rice was golden and full, with waves of spiritual pressure; the purple spiritual plants were mature, and the rich fragrance filled the valley, causing the fairy clouds to stagnate.

At the time of harvest, problems followed one after another. Picking and storage require delicate techniques. If there is a slight mistake, the medicinal effect of the spiritual plants will be greatly reduced. Wang Lu studied ancient books in seclusion, improved storage magic tools, and used spiritual power to simulate a constant temperature and humidity environment; when picking, he was even more focused, harvesting each plant with a special fairy scissors to ensure that the roots were intact and the spiritual energy was not leaked.

The star pattern grass was mature, shining brightly, and the patterns were like the vast galaxy. Wang Lu was overjoyed, but he met someone sent by the old immortal sect to negotiate the purchase. The envoy was condescending, offered a meager price, and wanted to force the purchase of the spiritual grass. Wang Lu argued with reason, and the negotiations broke down. The immortal sect secretly made trouble, suppressed his trading in the market, and spread slanderous rumors. Wang Lu was indomitable, made friends with casual cultivators, and worked together to open a small spiritual plant trading market, producing and selling by himself. With the high-quality spiritual plants, he attracted many immortal guest houses from afar, and his business gradually became popular.

Time passed slowly, and several years passed. The scale of Wang Lu's space spiritual field expanded several times, with a wide variety of varieties, and became a well-known spiritual plant holy land. There are often immortals who come to visit and learn from him. Wang Lu teaches them everything he knows and shares his experience in development and cultivation.

This spiritual field is not only the foundation of his cultivation and the source of wealth, but also a bond that unites all immortal friends. It has witnessed countless people with dreams taking a solid and extraordinary path of spiritual planting in the immortal world. Wang Lu's name has also become more and more shining in this long immortal journey, turning into a bright star that inspires those who come after him.

In the years that followed, Wang Lu did not stop. He often looked into the depths of the boundless immortal world, planning the grand journey of reclaiming new fields and exploring unknown spiritual plants. He knew that on this long journey, the excitement would never end.