I previously learned from the White Tiger Hall spies that the space vortex had swallowed up the entire White Tiger Hall.
To be more precise, they swallowed up all the White Tiger Hall's residence.
Naturally, this includes the family members of the bandit cultivators of the White Tiger Hall.
Most of them are young women, some are monks and some are mortals, but their cultivation level is slightly lower.
There are also some servants who work, but apart from being physically stronger, they have no skills.
When Fang Chang led his men to attack before, all the family members hurriedly hid in the back mountains, but under the guidance of the bandit repair party, no one could escape.
Regarding these people, Fang Chang followed the hard-won principle of eating porridge and eating hard, and when he was going back, he found a human clan stronghold to leave them behind.
Because their cultivation level is too low, they are not even qualified to be tools. They can only become a number and contribute to his road of free prostitution.
"Is this Baihutang's spiritual rice?"
Under Duan Yiping's guidance, Fang Chang soon saw about half an acre of spiritual fields, planted with individual spiritual rice plants.
Lingmi is about as tall as a person and has thick branches. There is nothing wrong with calling it a tree.
The ears are very full, and the rice is wrapped under the golden husk. The grains are distinct, and they are a little too swollen. They actually squeeze through the husk, revealing the snow-white color of jade inside.
"Lord City Lord, this is the spiritual farmer responsible for taking care of the spiritual field."
Duan Yiping led an old farmer over who had thick hands and feet, dark skin, and a face covered with traces of wind and frost.
"I've met my lord."
The old farmer looked cautious.
"Introduction."
Fang Chang pointed at Lingmi.
Although the identification technique has been introduced, why not do it if we can talk a few more words.
The old farmer cleared his throat and carefully replied:
"Sir, this is Snow Bamboo Rice, a second-level spiritual rice. Eating it can increase spiritual power and purify blood. It was specially found by the Third Master. I heard it is used to purify the demon blood in his body and reduce the number of demons.
The influence of blood on him."
Lingmi is a special product based on the aura environment.
When the spiritual energy environment lasts long enough, ordinary crops will evolve and mutate. After generations of screening, ordinary rice becomes spiritual rice.
Therefore, for today's fairy and demon plane, it will take a long time for spiritual rice species to appear.
But with the addition of secret realms, producing spiritual rice species does not need to be so troublesome.
Spirit rice is just like the rice and wheat that ordinary people eat. It is food for cultivators. It contains rich spiritual power and is also called a natural elixir.
Because this form of dietary supplement is very easy to be absorbed by the human body, it will not cause erysipelas or drug resistance problems.
This is also the reason why food cultivation can occupy a niche among cultivators in the future.
"Purified bloodline..."
Fang Chang slightly tilted his head, and the demon cultivator swallowed the essence and blood of the demon beast. The early progress was rapid, but if he wanted to break through to the Nascent Soul realm, the first step was to have a pure spirit in order to manifest his soul.
This purity means that the human spirit has not been affected by the blood of monsters and beasts, resulting in monster habits.
Otherwise, it would not be a demon cultivator, but a half-demon.
Therefore, Liu Qianqian was not wrong when she scolded the Third Leader before.
The third master needs external objects to suppress the influence of his own blood. Apparently, in order to speed up the process in the early stage, he allowed too much monster essence and blood to affect himself.
Fang Chang had not come into contact with many demon cultivators, and the most profound one was Dongdong's grandfather, Taoist Qingniu.
But if Taoist Qingniu himself did not reveal his identity as a demon cultivator, there would be no way to detect the difference between him and normal people.
He just surrendered the will in the blood of the monster beast.
"Put away these snow bamboo rice, breed the seeds and return to Qingxiao City to choose a place to plant them."
"You are very good. From now on, you can join Qingxiao City and farm for Qingxiao City with peace of mind."
Fang Chang patted the old farmer on the shoulder and encouraged:
"Our Qingxiao City is a hegemonic force with a radius of thousands of miles. Ten more forces like Baihutang are not enough to defeat them.
You can stay in peace.
In addition, Qingxiao City has clear rewards and punishments. As long as you farm well, you may not have the opportunity to glimpse the realm of foundation building in the future."
The old farmer has a lot of cultivation, probably in the middle and late stages of Qi refining, otherwise he would not be able to take care of the growth of the spiritual rice.
At this moment, after listening to Fang Chang's painting, I couldn't help but feel short of breath, and I actually had the urge to die for my confidant.
For Baihutang, it is a great gift to allow him to farm honestly without harming his life. How can I make any promises to him?
After some people stand too high, they forget that they also climbed up from below, and treat the people below as insignificant, unwilling to give even a little bit of warmth and hope.
But Fang Chang is different. Anyone who can make him money will be subject to his big tricks.
"Little...little people will never disappoint adults and cultivate the best spiritual rice."
The old farmer bowed deeply to Fang Chang.
In his eyes, Fang Chang was already a very important person, and being willing to say such things to him was obviously not a casual deception.
He, an ordinary spiritual farmer, has nothing to deceive.
Next, Fang Chang painstakingly used identification skills to look at the family members and servants of the White Tiger Hall one by one.
But it was obvious that he was overly worried. These were ordinary people, and there were no lurking bigwigs like Zhong Shan.
After solving the White Tiger Hall, Fang Chang first asked Li Hu to lead the people of the First Legion to send away those who should be sent away first. At the same time, they would bring most of the loot back to Qingxiao City, bringing new life to the lifeless Qingxiao City.
of vitality.
Using a group of high-level monks to send some low-level monks and ordinary people, Li Hu was probably the only one willing to listen to Fang Chang.
As for the bandit cultivators in White Tiger Hall.
Three of the masters will follow Li Hu and others back to Qingxiao City, and will then be imprisoned in the Golden Pagoda to become human batteries. They will not be activated until the demon seeds mature and cannot be stripped away, depending on the situation.
The remaining bandit cultivators were healed and repaired on the spot, and then they were given a handful of tattered magic weapons and a storage bag, and were directly requisitioned on the spot as cannon fodder, subordinate to the First Army.
They will be the powerful tools for the First Legion to clear the two thousand miles of territory next.
After the war is over, those who are still alive will be registered and reformed through labor to make the best use of their resources.
As for betrayal or something like that, since they took the demon seed, life and death were no longer up to them.
As long as Fang Chang has a thought, his souls can be emptied of their souls, turned into nutrients for the demon species, and finally return to the eyes of the demon and become his strength.
As a means used by the Demon Eye Sect to rule many worlds, the demon species of the Demon Eye is not that easy to solve, at least not by a group of low-level monks.
Arrange everything.
It was expected that it would take at least three to five days to handle these matters, so Fang Chang took some time off from his busy schedule to start studying his undead puppet army.
This cannot be studied at home as it may cause cold symptoms.
Fang Chang found a quiet forest near the newly opened spirit mine. It was a maple forest. The fiery red maple leaves fell on the ground, as if laying a red carpet on the earth.
On this red carpet, a small wooden house stands.
In front of the wooden house, stood stiff-faced and breathless... corpses.
If something is delayed, I will update it first and make up for it if I have time in the evening. If not, I will make it up tomorrow.
