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Chapter 132 Crab Spirit Cream

"Junior brother Lu, is the reason why this flame fruit is in a sluggish state because it has not been nourished by the appropriate spiritual flames?"

The round-faced female cultivator Hui Hui has a beautiful heart, and she immediately understood the truth.

"Yes, due to growing in a special environment for a long time, this flame fruit has undergone certain changes and needs the nourishment of yin fire-like spiritual flames."

Lu Xuan replied affirmatively.

"In that case, I'll give it a try now."

The round-faced female cultivator took out a talisman from her storage bag, activated her spiritual power, the talisman's aura emerged, and a wisp of pale flame floated out from it.

"This is the second-grade talisman Yinyan Talisman. The spiritual flames released are sinister and poisonous, like gangrene attached to the bones, which cannot be dissipated for a long time."

The round-faced female cultivator explained to Lu Xuan while controlling the pale flames to fly towards the somewhat dried flame fruit.

Feeling the approach of the pale flame, some withered fiery red leaves on the Flame Fruit Spirit Plant moved automatically without wind, seeming to attract the pale flame.

In an instant, the flame fruit seemed to have tasted some unparalleled delicacy. The fiery red branches and leaves came to life instantly, rustling in the air, and full of vitality.

Other spiritual plants are growing in good condition, and the second-grade copper-bone bamboo has entered the mature stage. It will not take long before it is picked and the white light group reward is obtained.

After such a long period of raising, the crabs have grown to the size of a washbasin. The blue and black crab shells look thick and strong, and the pair of claws have been fully trained after pinching off the copper and iron ore day and night.

"These are thirty sword seals. They are my junior brother's reward for helping me heal the Flame Fruit this time.

The fifty condensed fireflies needed constant attention. After the cultivation reached a certain stage, Lu Xuan processed it slightly according to the condensation method and obtained nearly five hundred full and fresh firefly seeds.

"Put the pot up!"

In the blink of an eye, one month has passed, and the two hundred fireflies are growing beautifully and green.

He has limited energy and spiritual power, and there are other second- and third-grade spiritual plants that need to be carefully cultivated, so planting two hundred spiritual fireflies is almost his current limit.

The sword energy is permeating the air, and because they are not far apart, the sword energy occasionally intersects. Amidst the sound of clanging swords, there are countless tiny sword marks on the surface of the spiritual soil between the two sword grasses.

Although Lu Xuan did not cultivate it as carefully as possible due to the task of raising dragons, the growth status was actually better in the sect's pure and rich aura environment.

He kept more than 300 seeds and planted 200 firefly seeds in the spiritual field.

Lu Xuan's spiritual power moved, and a bright yellow flame flew out and landed on the firewood.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Chen."

Lu Xuan ordered.

"Tsk, tsk, second-grade delicacies."

His mind was focused on the body of the crab one by one, and the growth progress bar of the crab appeared.

The grass puppet nodded slightly, and two gray and black grass ropes came out of its body like poisonous snakes.

His spiritual consciousness gently touched the slightly flickering white light group, and immediately, the light group turned into countless tiny points of light and poured into his body.

The flying sword placed below was already the third. Seeing that the sword intent inside was about to be absorbed by the gourd, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of cultivating third-grade spiritual plants.

There are also some spiritual fruits that I cultivated, which my junior brother can take back to his cave and enjoy as snacks after practicing."

With a thought in his mind, he greeted the grass puppets who were constantly patrolling the spiritual field.

In the spiritual spring, four iron claw crabs hide under strange rocks.

Lu Xuan looked at the chelicerae of the iron claw crab that was maintaining a high posture, and couldn't help but feel sad, and he couldn't help but shed tears of sadness from the corner of his mouth.

It's the one who is usually the most arrogant and domineering.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it for you right away."

After steaming in the pot for a long time, Lu Xuan felt that the time was right and opened the lid of the pot.

The ointment is bluish white in color and has a jelly-like feel when lightly touched. There is a spiritual light emerging from the surface and an alluring fragrance.

He looked at the four iron claw crabs sinking at the bottom of the water and thought in surprise.

Lu Xuan sighed and put the square piece of green and white ointment into the storage bag.

While Lu Xuan was scooping ice-cold spiritual spring water from the spiritual well, he suddenly noticed a faint white light group flickering under a huge stone.

"Is this a fully mature crab?"

Lu Xuan glanced at the iron claw crab that was holding a pair of green and black claws high in the air, showing off its power to him, and focused on the white light group.

A thought flashed through his mind, and immediately, a square piece of ointment appeared in his hand.

The grass puppet, holding a huge gray grass head on its head, walked slowly towards Lu Xuan.

[Crab spirit ointment, a second-grade treasure, is made from the essence of crab monsters. It contains rich spiritual power and is delicious. It is very popular among monks and monsters. 】

The straw rope looked extremely slow, but it was just right to avoid the incoming claws, constantly shuttled between the body of the iron claw crab, and soon, the iron claw crab was tightly bound with its five-flowered belly.

"It really works! Thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu, this time!"

Seeing this, the iron claw crab brandished a pair of claws like a big knife and clamped hard on the gray and black grass rope.

"I was still fighting hard before I died..."

He didn't stay in the round-faced nun's convent and flew directly back to his cave.

After the sword gourd has been growing for one month, the vines become thicker and longer, clinging to the special shelf built by Feijian.

As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, the already impatient Lynx grabbed the incapacitated iron claw crab and put it directly into the iron pot.

The pale flame turned into wisps of tiny flames and evenly blended into the fiery red leaves.

After being cultivated for a month, the two sword grass plants have grown to about one foot. Their leaves are slender and as thin as sword blades, standing straight and straight, with the tips of the grass pointing straight into the sky.

"Tie up this crab."

Soon, Lu Xuan found the iron claw crab that had entered the fully mature stage.

A cloud of steaming white mist dispersed, revealing an iron claw crab with a red shell inside.

Firefly grass provides cultivation, and other higher-level spiritual plants obtain rare and precious treasure rewards. The two go hand in hand.

When the round-faced female cultivator saw the increasingly vigorous Flame Fruit, a look of excitement appeared on her face.

The firewood instantly burst into flames.

Not long after, under the gaze of the two men, the flame fruit, which had appeared shriveled due to long-term malnutrition, began to fill up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She paid Lu Xuan thirty sword seals and presented him with a large number of various spiritual fruits.

Lu Xuan couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

After making a small amount of sword seals, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to take on any more tasks. He still had things to do in Lingtian.

The wind falcon, who was as fat as a small ball, still didn't know what was going on. His pair of blue pupils rolled around, curiously looking at the iron claw crab in the iron pot.

"Ouch~" The cloud-walking lynx squatted on the edge of the iron pot and roared softly with a tone of voice.

"Chirp!"

The fat young falcon jumped around nimbly, knowing that it would soon enjoy a delicious meal.


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