Chapter 59: After two years of practice, I got the Foundation Building Pill
The aura of the brewed hundred-flower nectar suddenly rises to more than one level.
Yan Kuangge even took action himself, deliberately attracting a shallow underground fire vein to come out, and placed the wine jar in it, using the power of the underground fire to continuously nourish it.
It's a pity that the vintage is still insufficient, and the quality of Baihua Mead has not yet reached the highest level.
Only the master and the disciple can take a small amount of the best spiritual wine.
A place for daily drinking, two levels below and above.
As for what is handed over to the sect in exchange for contribution points, and what is taken out for social interactions and gifts, it must be two levels lower.
Even so, in the cultivation world where spiritual wine is scarce, it is enough to be called top grade.
But this is not the biggest change.
After being nourished by him with spiritual power for several years, and the elixirs and spiritual fields of the Divine Weapon Sect are also biased towards the fire element.
About two out of ten flower bees undergo their first metamorphosis.
The demonic energy is refined and transformed into a demonic beast with both gold and fire.
Not only has the brewed honey passed through their hands, it has also been refined by the spiritual power of gold and fire, making it more medicinal and spiritual.
It is still important. After this transformation, these flower bees no longer can only collect honey and make honey. At most, they can only bully some mortals.
But it really has a certain lethality.
Each of these transformed Flower Bees has a strength comparable to that of a real Qi-trained first- and second-level monster beast.
Not to mention spitting demonic fire from its mouth, if it is pricked by the poisonous needle at the back of its tail, even a monk in the middle stage of Qi training will feel uncomfortable for a long time.
But after losing their tail needle, they can no longer survive.
Regarding this, except for the accident, Xie Duanyang just smiled bitterly.
Although these poisonous bees are released together, they still have considerable power and can be regarded as a moderate help to other monks.
But why does he need this?
Not to mention the magic weapons on his body, even the fire crows given by the master are far better at fighting magic than Baihua Bee.
Forget it.
Xie Duanyang swallowed the spoon and carefully cooked the nourishing porridge for several days using five kinds of spiritual rice and spiritual fruits corresponding to the five elements' attributes, and stopped thinking about it.
After all, the number of these poisonous bees is not too large.
And because of the special reproduction method of bee colonies, unlike other monsters that can directly pass on the bloodline, the traits will not be truly stable until three or four generations.
Will there be a new kind of monster formed, or two types?
"No big deal, we'll just separate them out and form another bee colony when the time comes."
Xie Duanyang thought as he drank the wine in the cup.
A spiritual banquet lasted all night long, and most of the monks took a rest directly in the market.
Xie Duanyang didn't. Instead, he freshened up a little and went straight to the sect after getting rid of the smell of alcohol.
In the name of the master, he naturally had to report the results back.
In addition to giving guidance on Xie Duanyang's cultivation and weapon refining, Yan Kuangge seemed to be guarding the fire all the time refining weapons, and never had time to sit quietly and practice.
But Xie Duanyang knew that Yan Kuangge had already reached the stage where he could run the "Gold Melting Technique" to absorb the golden and fire spiritual energy while opening the furnace and refining the weapon.
It's a pity that due to his limited realm, it's rare for his cultivation to improve further.
No matter how much it is absorbed, it cannot be retained in the end and can only escape again.
It's just that the body and spiritual power are refined to become more pure and powerful.
"Everything is settled."
Feeling Xie Duanyang holding the token break the ban, Yan Kuangge didn't look back, he just said a few words without even asking.
"I would also like to thank Master for his prestige so that everything went so smoothly."
Putting away his calm and calm "elder brother" demeanor when facing other disciples, Xie Duanyang respectfully replied.
After a moment of silence, Yan Kuangge suddenly spoke.
"What you did this time is just related to foundation building.
But don’t make the mistake of delaying your serious practice.
You promise to sacrifice magic tools for six people, one or two for each person.
This will take about two to three months, plus rest and recuperation, and it will take half a year to go out.
If you add the sect’s monthly fixed contribution, it will be supplied to the store.
I'm afraid I won't be able to practice properly for a whole year.
If you fail to build the foundation, you will only live a hundred years, and your peak period will be even shorter. How many more years will it last?"
As he spoke, Yan Kuangge’s tone took on a stern tone.
Xie Duanyang has already planned his own path and will not waste time as the other party fears.
But of course he knows that the best thing to do now is to say nothing and not do anything, just pretend to listen attentively and feel something.
Sure enough, seeing him like this, Yan Kuangge softened his tone and sighed.
"I think back then, as a teacher, I was too obsessed with refining weapons, and on top of that, I was not very affectionate, and I accepted many requests from my fellow disciples to refine weapons for him.
As a result, although his net worth is comparable to that of a pill-forming monk, he has few enemies in foundation-building.
But over time, we have missed the best time to condense the golden elixir, so it has been wasted so far..."
As he spoke, Yan Kuangge's voice became deeper and deeper, until it was almost inaudible.
However, Yan Kuangge's energy suddenly ignited again, and he spoke with great pride.
"You can go alone and discuss with the sect for the Master Association to reduce half of your contribution tasks for the next two years.
Just concentrate on your cultivation during this period, and don’t delay your cultivation because of this matter!”
Xie Duanyang was assisted by the Taixu Mirror and had rehearsed the process before each sacrifice.
The control of the spiritual materials and furnace fire during the ritual refining is even more exquisite.
In fact, the mental effort consumed is far less than what he showed in front of Yan Kuangge.
But being able to reduce half of the burden at once made Xie Duanyang feel much more relaxed.
Silently leaving two bottles of the best quality Baihua honey wine on the ground, Xie Duanyang bowed and exited the cave.
With his words here, I can just concentrate on improving my cultivation.
A night without words.
Early the next morning, he went straight to Fangshi and told Xie Zhongying to explain.
Then go back to the sect and straighten out the remaining ones.
Xie Duanyang slowed down the speed of refining weapons, focused most of his attention on cultivation, and continued to resume his previous monotonous life of three points and one line.
Yan Kuangge was extremely satisfied with this, feeling that he had gained a good and obedient disciple.
There were some doubts coming from the sect, but he easily pushed them back.
There is no Jiazi in the mountain, and I don’t know how long I have practiced.
Soon, it will be Xie Duanyang’s third year as a member of the Shenbing Sect.
A heavy snow fell unexpectedly, turning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into silver.
Even though there are fire veins under Mingyi Mountain, they cannot be easily extinguished.
Xie Duanyang walked out of the cave, letting the biting cold wind of winter hit his face, mixed with the unique fresh breath of the mountains.
Feel refreshed.
After two years of practice, the dust energy in his body has become more abundant, so much so that it is easy for people to ignore his tall and honest figure and face.
As for his cultivation, he has reached the peak of the eleventh level of Qi training without realizing it.
And the two Foundation Establishment Pills that we deserve have already been delivered to our hands.
In two years, the Dragon Fighting Meeting between the six Yuanwu sects is imminent and will only begin after the Panlong River thaws in spring.
However, it was not for this reason that he came out of seclusion.
"Tianxing Zongfang City..."
Xie Duanyang looked south from a distance and said to himself.