Lingbaoshan's request for help did not cause much trouble, whether it was for the low-level monks in the Yaoyuan Water Realm or the disciples of the Yaoyuan Taoist Academy.
For Su Ming, his spiritual life was still the same as before.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.
Yaoyuan Taoist Temple.
The fourth floor of the Heart Refining Tower.
In a secret room with a closed door.
Su Ming sat cross-legged on the futon in the middle of the secret room with his eyes closed.
Fine beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his temples and cheeks wet, and his robe was soaked with sweat.
Obviously, Su Ming was enduring pain that was unimaginable to ordinary people.
In fantasy.
Su Ming had persisted in the second level of Bone Pain for nearly half an hour. In total, he had persisted for almost more than an hour.
This time record has a faint tendency to catch up with the genius disciple of Yaoyuan Taoist Academy.
After practicing at the Heart Refining Pagoda for a year, Su Ming became more and more famous among the disciples of Yaoyuan Taoist Academy.
Among the students in the Taoist Academy, more and more people began to pay attention to Su Ming, this new generation of disciples.
Everyone is spreading rumors that another genius disciple will be born in the Taoist Academy.
"Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo!"
Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes and retreated from the illusion.
"no,"
Su Ming shook his head slightly, "Still unable to break through to the third level."
Although he could endure the torture of sawing bones for more than half an hour, he still couldn't enjoy it so much that it had no effect on him.
The pain of sawing bones is still a torturous punishment for him.
It's just that Su Ming's soul was strong enough and his Taoist heart was tough enough to endure the pain of sawing his bones for more than half an hour.
"However, my consciousness is getting closer and closer to the level of the fourth level of foundation building. When I break through to the fourth level of foundation building, I may be able to try to enter the third level."
Su Ming thought to himself.
His consciousness expanded again, this time, his consciousness extended to more than three miles and almost to four miles.
Indeed, as Su Ming said, we are only one step away from the fourth level of foundation building.
Although from the external appearance, the spiritual consciousness at the third level of foundation building and the spiritual consciousness at the fourth level are only one mile different in the coverage range of the spiritual consciousness.
But as reflected in the soul, there is a clear gap.
Although this gap is far from the level of qualitative change, it is enough for Su Ming to survive the second level of the Heart Refining Tower and enter the third level.
Now, Su Ming already knows that the record holder of the Heart Refining Tower of Yaoyuan Taoist Academy is also stuck at the limit of the second level.
In other words, the opponent's spiritual consciousness is approximately equivalent to the third level of foundation building.
Maybe a little stronger than Su Ming, but the difference is already negligible.
When Su Ming's consciousness reaches the fourth level of foundation building, it is equivalent to entering the middle stage of foundation building.
With this level of spiritual consciousness, let alone ordinary Taoist disciples, even Qin Jiaoxi would be willing to be inferior.
After all, Qin Jiaoxi was only a third-level foundation-building monk, not much better than the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva who was killed by Su Ming.
Stand up from the futon.
Su Ming walked out of the secret room.
When he walked to the door of the Heart Refining Tower, all the disciples who came to the Heart Refining Tower to train their Taoist minds paid Su Ming attention.
Some disciples were ready to move forward, wanting to greet Su Ming and get close to him, but when they saw Su Ming's attitude of not being near strangers, they all felt rooted to the ground and could not move their legs.
Su Ming ignored the thoughts of these Taoist disciples, who were all geniuses in the eyes of ordinary disciples, said hello to the foundation-building monks guarding the Heart Refining Tower, and quickly left the Heart Refining Tower.
After Su Ming left, discussions suddenly broke out among the crowd.
"That was Su Ming just now, right?"
"Yes, that's him. You just came to the Heart Refining Tower, so it's normal that you don't know him. This person's spiritual consciousness and Taoist heart are among the best among the Taoist disciples of all generations."
The disciple who replied hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard from your teacher that this person is most likely to be appointed by the Xianxia Sect."
"Unofficial decision?"
Another monk was startled, "Can we monks who learn spells also be appointed?"
"Why not?"
The disciple who answered had a strange look on his face and said, "Second-level alchemists and second-level weapon refiners can be approved by the Xianxia Sect, so why can't our talented disciples who learn spells and spells be approved by the Xianxia Sect?
You know, in terms of combat power, we are the strongest among the monks of the same level!"
"That's different. We don't seem to be of much use to the sect."
The disciple who asked the question said sarcastically.
"We are not of much use now, what about the future?"
Upon hearing this, the disciple who asked the question stopped talking.
At this time, Su Ming, who was being discussed endlessly by the disciples of the Heart Refining Tower, had already returned to the dormitory courtyard.
After returning to the dormitory courtyard.
The first thing Su Ming did was to take out the Hall of Immortals.
Because not long ago, the spiritual rice on Guangyuan Island was almost ripe.
Listening to Wu's honest opinion, in these two days, the island will usher in a harvest of spiritual rice.
Back and forth, Su Ming paid too much to develop a fairy island.
Today is finally the day for the harvest of spiritual rice.
Although there were only more than 4,000 acres of spiritual land in the first year, everything was difficult at the beginning.
Until next year, the production of spiritual rice on Guangyuan Island will experience explosive growth. By then, Su Ming will have a real cornucopia.
Connect the consciousness with the Sword Immortal Puppet through the Hall of Immortals.
Su Ming discovered that as his consciousness broke through to the third level of foundation building, the distance he could control the Sword Immortal's puppet had undergone a new qualitative change.
He has tested it, and now he controls a sword fairy puppet with a maximum distance of more than 15,000 miles.
It is almost possible to control the activities of the Sword Immortal puppet from Tianshu Island on the Zhang family's Jiling Island.
If Su Ming had the current spiritual consciousness, he would not have sailed to Jiling Island two thousand miles away. He would have just sat in the Yaoyuan Taoist Academy and controlled the Sword Immortal puppet to go to the Zhang family to exterminate the family.
It can be seen that although his strength has not improved much, his strike range has been further improved.
From another perspective, Su Ming's safety has also been improved.
Controlling the Sword Immortal Puppet to fly over Guangyuan Island at low altitude, where there was a large spiritual field, Su Ming saw nearly 1,500 paper puppets busy in the spiritual field of more than 4,000 acres.
These newly added paper puppets are farmer-type paper puppets that Su Ming brought back from Yaojiang City in the past six months and refined them.
And now Wu Laoshi has become the steward of these fifteen hundred paper puppets.
During this year, Su Ming clearly felt the transformation of Wu Laoshi's management ability.
During his lifetime, Wu Laoshi was just a tenant foreman in charge of a small village, with only about twenty households under his command.
Nowadays, if one paper puppet is calculated as one household, Wu Laoshi is in charge of nearly 1,500 tenant households.
Although most of these paper tenants did not cultivate spiritual fields,
However, the spiritual fields that will be cultivated in the coming spring have been cultivated. When this batch of spiritual rice is harvested, the spiritual rice will be planted together.
By then, almost 30,000 acres of spiritual land in Guangyuan Island will be planted with spiritual rice, which is definitely a huge project.
Su Ming sometimes worried that something would happen to Wu Laoshi.
But at this moment, I saw 1,500 paper puppets harvesting the spiritual rice in an orderly manner in the spiritual field, shelling the spiritual rice, and then weighing and bagging the shelled spiritual rice.
Su Ming knew that the 30,000 acres of spiritual land to be cultivated in the coming year would be absolutely no problem for Wu Laoshi.
The 1,500 farmer-shaped paper puppets moved very quickly, and it took less than a day to harvest, shell, weigh, and bag all the 4,000 acres of spiritual land.
The bagged spiritual rice was arranged by Wu Laoshi to be placed centrally in the granary that had been built long ago.
He also specially reserved spiritual rice seeds for the spiritual fields to be cultivated in the coming year, waiting for the next spring to cultivate them together.
Wu Laoshi discovered that of the two types of spiritual rice, golden pearl rice and jade crystal rice, jade crystal rice seemed to be more suitable for cultivation in Guangyuan Island.
Therefore, all the spiritual rice seeds he reserved were corn crystal rice.
Seeing Wu Laoshi arranging everything in an orderly manner, Su Ming felt more comfortable than ever before, and his painstaking efforts in building a farmer-shaped paper puppet were well worth it.
"Now that the spiritual rice has been harvested, it's time for me to go to Guangyuan Island."
Su Ming murmured.
Naturally, he went to Guangyuan Island to take away the spiritual rice after the harvest.
There is no way, the Sword Immortal Puppet cannot use the magic weapon, otherwise it will be controlled to put the spiritual rice in the storage bag and send it to Su Ming, saving time and effort.
After thinking about it, Su Ming took out a communication talisman, left a message to Qin Jiaoxi that he was going out, and then headed straight to the port of Tianshu Island.
As Su Ming shines in the Heart Refining Tower, Su Ming has become a treasure in Qin Zhen's eyes, and he is afraid that he will have an accident like Zhang Jingchen.
Not long after Su Ming sent the messenger talisman, a messenger talisman flew back, which was exactly what Qin Zhen had warned him.
Shaking his head, Su Ming waved away the flames of the communication talisman and rushed towards the port of Tianshu Island without looking back.
Tianshu Island Port.
A spiritual boat headed from Tianshu Island to Guangyuan Island, which is five thousand miles away.
after one day.
Guangyuan Island is already looming in sight.
At this moment, all the farmer-shaped paper puppets on Guangyuan Island are sleeping.
Before Su Ming went to the island, he put them into sleep mode.
On the bustling Guangyuan Island in the past, all the paper puppets, whether in the house or in the fields, fell into a state of silence.
Su Ming docked the spirit boat at the deep-water port next to Guangyuan Island, and then landed on Guangyuan Island again.
Due to the protection of the formation, Guangyuan Island has been exceptionally peaceful this year and has not been harassed by pirates.
After passing through the surrounding smoke formation, Su Ming felt that his eyes suddenly became clear.
There is a feeling of entering a paradise.
Walking in the countryside and fields, the aroma of spiritual rice filled his nostrils, making Su Ming feel particularly fulfilled.
He walked to the granaries in one village after another and put all the spiritual rice filled into the storage bags.
In the end, his second-level high-quality storage bag was almost full, and then he pocketed the spiritual rice produced from the four thousand acres of spiritual fields.
According to Wu Laoshi's weighing yesterday, Guangyuan Island's spiritual rice production averages about 750 kilograms per acre.
More than 4,000 acres of spiritual fields produce a total of about 3.09 million kilograms of spiritual rice.
With so much spiritual rice, if it were sold to Lingmisi, Su Ming could probably sell more than 43,000 spiritual stones based on Lingmisi's purchase price of 1.4, one hundred kilograms of spiritual stones.
It is true that this amount of spiritual stones is nearly ten times less than the nearly 400,000 spiritual stones that Su Ming robbed the Zhang family.
But this is only the first year.
As Su Ming's farmer paper puppets continue to grow, the number of spiritual fields cultivated on Guangyuan Island continues to increase.
In a few years, Su Ming's annual harvest of spiritual stones will exceed one hundred thousand, one million or even more.
Moreover, as the production of spiritual rice increases, Su Ming will be able to operate other industries in the future.
Such as spiritual wine!
Compared with the spiritual rice business, the spiritual wine business is obviously much more profitable.
It's just that many spiritual wine businesses are controlled by high-level monks. Without background or strength, if you enter the spiritual wine market rashly, you might be approached by a golden elixir monk one day and ask for a discussion.
Running an industry in the world of cultivators is no different than in previous lives. You can't make a fortune just by being good at business. There are many industries without background and strength. Even if ordinary monks see business opportunities in them, they don't dare to touch them.
Spiritual rice is different. In Lanzhou, there are very few monks willing to cultivate spiritual rice.
In order to maintain the stability of the spiritual rice market, the Xianxia Sect deliberately suppressed the price of spiritual rice. As a result, there were even fewer monks willing to cultivate spiritual rice.
In other words, Su Ming is willing to cultivate spiritual rice in a large area, and the happiest person is the Xianxia Sect.
The Xianxia Sect has never expected to make money from the Lingmi market, but Lingmi is the foundation for the Xianxia Sect to maintain its rule, so they cannot help but ignore it.
It was precisely after seeing this that Su Ming decided to grow spiritual rice instead of cultivating spiritual shells, which seemed to be more profitable for spiritual stones.
In the Yaoyuan Water Realm, it’s just a small matter. Those who can really make the industry of cultivating spirit shells bigger and stronger are those who have the Golden Core Stage monks behind them.
Without the backing of the Golden elixir monks, who dare to run the Lingbei industry and make it bigger and stronger, are the Golden elixir monks in the Yaoyuanshui Realm really good men and women?
Take Luo Xiao's Luo family as an example. Although his family does not have an ancestor of the Golden Pill, there is more than one late-stage foundation-building monk in the family.
The most important thing is that the Lingbei cultivated by Luo Xiao's family is not worth mentioning at all for the entire Lingbei industry in Yaoyuanshui Realm, and it is only a small matter.
Naturally, no Jindan family or monk came to trouble the Luo family.
But Su Ming is different. Once his army of paper puppets develops and grows, it will never be possible for them to make small troubles.
Not to mention going to monopolize the industry market, he will definitely become an industry giant in a short period of time.
In the world of immortality, anyone who dares to become an industry giant without strength is no different from a child walking around in the busy city holding gold bricks. Basically, death is not far away.
This is the most important reason why Su Ming chose to plant spiritual rice.
Although he will definitely become a disciple of the Xianxia Sect in the future, which golden elixir monk in the Yaoyuanshui Realm is not an elder of the Xianxia Sect?
With their connections within the Xianxia Sect, who would care about him, a small disciple of the Xianxia Sect?
Not to mention that Su Ming still plans to hide behind the scenes and does not want to have anything to do with Guangyuan Island.
Board the spirit boat again with the spirit rice filled in the storage bag.
Su Ming once again activated the paper puppets in sleeping mode.
Seeing the empty granary, Wu Laoshi knew that all the spiritual rice had been taken away by the gods.
Sure enough, at the next moment, Wu Laoshi's mind rang with the praise of the immortal.
Hearing the praise from the Immortal, Wu Laoshi suddenly felt full of energy again.
Seeing Wu Laoshi who looked like he had been injected with chicken blood, Su Ming smiled and regained consciousness.
Afterwards, he drove the spirit boat straight to Yaoguang Island.