Chapter 8 The spiritual peach matures and the eighth level of Qi training
One day later.
"Hey, eat slowly."
He looked at the group of fluffy little ducks chirping in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Twelve purple-striped geese broke out of their shells one after another and became the cute group of geese in front of us. Their fluffy geese looked very much like the little ducks in their previous lives.
They look docile and cute, but the only thing not beautiful is that the cost of raising them is a bit high.
At present, the purple-striped geese are still very young, and they may die young if they are not careful. In order to raise them, Chen Nianzhi has no choice but to make porridge with spiritual rice.
However, spiritual rice is extremely valuable. One spiritual stone on the market can only buy three kilograms of spiritual rice.
Before Chen Nianzhi, his family gave him a subsidy of thirty kilograms of spiritual rice every year, which was a salary worth ten spiritual stones. Together with the spiritual stones, it was more than enough to support his practice.
But now that the Chen family is in dire straits, most of Lingmi has been sold to pay off debts, which naturally cuts off Lingmi's salary.
If it hadn't been for the third elder who firmly gave him ten kilograms of spiritual rice when he came to Linghu Island, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the spiritual rice to feed the purple-striped geese now.
These spiritual rice are Chen Nianzhi's ration, which can speed up his cultivation. In the four months since he came to Linghuzhou, he only managed to eat one or two every three days, and now he only has six kilograms left.
Unexpectedly, there were twelve more mouths all of a sudden. These little guys didn't know how precious spiritual rice was. They fought and fought with each other around the spiritual rice porridge. After eating, they started yelling at Chen Nianzhi, which made him very anxious.
"Eat eat eat."
"If this continues, my family will be emptied by you."
Chen Nianzhi said angrily. Although he said so, he still grabbed one or two spiritual rice and cooked a bowl of porridge for these little guys.
After feeding a dozen little ones, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, unable to help but feel dumbfounded.
"In the novels about cultivating immortals in previous lives, the protagonists were all of extraordinary beauty, as if they were banished immortals who came to the world and dominated the world."
"I never expected that when I really arrived in the world of cultivating immortals, I would actually be farming, feeding fish, and raising ducks."
"If you have achieved this level of immortality, I'm afraid you wouldn't even dare to write about it in a novel, right?"
Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi smiled for a while, looked at the guqin on the attic in front of the bamboo house, and smiled lightly.
He was an art student in his previous life, and the guqin in front of him was his only hobby from his previous life.
"No one stipulates that practice must be all about fighting and killing."
"Play the piano when you have nothing to do, plant a few acres of spiritual fields, feed some spiritual fish, and raise a few fairy birds. Isn't this a kind of spiritual practice?"
He spoke calmly to himself, feeling at peace in his heart.
For spiritual practice, resources are the top priority. If we don’t farm or plant renewable resources, and everyone is robbing each other, then where will the resources come from?
The reason why everyone in the cultivation world calls for beating demon cultivators is because they do not produce anything, they hunt down mortals and monks in large numbers, and use human flesh and blood and souls to sacrifice magic weapons. This is to destroy the foundation of the cultivation world.
They are selfish and insist on killing people for their own sake. They will even squeeze the potential of the world for their own practice. It is common to kill the goose to obtain the eggs.
If the Chen family is destroyed one day, then most of the hundreds of thousands of mortal descendants of the Chen family will become the blood food of demon cultivators and monsters, and their souls will have no peace after death. This is why the elder of the Chen family and a large number of monks have been stationed in Pingyang County all year round.
The reason.
"Three taels of spiritual rice a day, and the remaining six kilograms of spiritual rice can only be supplied for twenty days."
"Fortunately, after twenty days, they can survive the most vulnerable period of infancy."
Chen Nianzhi calculated how long the remaining spiritual rice could last. Fortunately, the purple-striped geese are spiritual beasts after all, so they can be fed ordinary rice or free-range in Lingzhou Lake.
Apart from the docile blue spirit fish, there are no other monsters in Lingzhou Lake. As long as the purple-striped geese survive their infancy, they can hunt in the lake without fear of attacks from ordinary beasts.
In the days that followed, Chen Nianzhi returned to his daily practice.
In my spare time, I warm and nourish the spiritual field every half month, take care of the precious elixirs, occasionally count the green spiritual fish, and feed the spiritual geese. The days pass by in a hurry.
It was the end of July in a blink of an eye. On this day, Chen Nianzhi stood under the peach tree, looking at the fifty-six peach trees that had grown on the tree, and couldn't help showing a look of joy.
Today, the spiritual peaches of the spiritual peach tree have finally matured. There are fifty-six spiritual peaches in total, which are worth two hundred and eighty spiritual stones.
Overjoyed, he picked a spiritual peach and tried to take a bite. He found that the spiritual peach was not only rich in spiritual power, but also sweet and delicious.
"This spiritual peach is indeed extraordinary."
"No wonder it's so expensive."
Chen Nianzhi looked surprised. This was the most delicious peach he had ever tasted.
When a spiritual peach entered his stomach, he felt as if he had refined a treasure pill. The true energy in his body increased a little, and he even touched the threshold of the eighth level of Qi training.
It has been eight months since he broke through to the seventh level of Qi training. It stands to reason that with his cultivation speed, it will take about two years to break through to the eighth level of Qi training.
However, he hunted two purple-striped geese before. This kind of demonic bird is very beneficial to the monk's practice. After steaming the two purple-striped geese, he saved a lot of practice time.
Now that I have eaten another spiritual peach, my cultivation has finally reached the threshold of the eighth level of Qi training.
"One spiritual peach is not enough."
Seeing that the opportunity came to break through to the eighth level of Qi training, Chen Nianzhi swallowed seven or eight spiritual peaches one after another. Finally, he accumulated enough infuriating energy and began to attack the eighth level of Qi training.
After just half an hour, the aura around him shook slightly, he opened his mouth and spit out a wisp of white mist, and then opened his eyes happily.
"Eight levels of Qi training."
Chen Nianzhi felt that his true energy had become stronger, and he couldn't help showing a look of joy.
He has just turned sixteen now, and it is extremely rare for him to break through the eighth level of Qi training at this age. Even among the major sects of cultivating immortals, he is considered outstanding.
At this rate, he is very likely to break through the ninth level of Qi training before he is twenty years old, and then start planning for foundation building.
"And with the help of more than fifty spiritual peaches every year, it can also speed up my practice..."
"This can save a lot of time and allow me to break through the ninth level of Qi training as soon as possible."
With this thought, Chen Nianzhi looked at the peach tree and felt a little excited in his heart.
With these spiritual peaches, he finally has no shortage of cultivation resources. Even if there is no family salary in the next few years, it will not affect his cultivation progress.
Refining spiritual peaches, raising ducks, farming, feeding fish, and practicing cultivation, the rest of the day will be leisurely and peaceful.
It was late autumn in a blink of an eye. On this day, a small boat sailed over outside Lingzhou Lake, and there was a sound coming from a distance.
"Xiao Nianzhi, I'm here."
Chen Nianzhi walked out of the island in the middle of the lake and saw three figures walking over.
When he saw the person, he couldn't help but smile.
"Uncle Sixteen."
The visitor is Chen Changlu, who is of the elder generation of the Chen family. He ranks sixteenth among the monks of the elder generation, so he is Chen Nianzhi’s sixteenth uncle.
The remaining two are Nian Qian and Nianyuan, two clan brothers. Although they are older than Chen Nianzhi, their cultivation and status are far inferior.
Uncle Sixteen is eighty-nine years old this year, and his cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Qi training. Because of his low cultivation level, he escaped the disaster a year ago.
When he got close to Chen Nianzhi, he noticed the change in Chen Nianzhi's cultivation at first glance, and asked with some uncertainty.