"Cultivation?" Chen Taizhong was a little surprised when he heard such a request. He frowned, "Are there not many spiritual places like this in the sect?"
"There are a lot of spiritual lands, and there are more people who need them," the third-level spirit immortal replied angrily, "I will ask you for two places, and you can agree to others."
"Why should we give you two quotas?" Chen Taizhong looked at him with interest, "I just need someone to look after the door and do the cooking. It's enough for the two of them to take turns. I'll give it all to you?"
"We disciples all have tasks to do, and people in the clan also have clan property tasks. With a few more people, it will be more convenient to rotate. Besides, you practice hard behind closed doors, and you have to understand the trends in the door, right?" That third-level spirit immortal
A sharp tongue.
"Whatever news you want to know, it's all on us... Also, your nephew is at the door, so it's very convenient for us to help deliver the news."
Chen Taizhong thought about it, then nodded, "Then I'll give you two places. I don't need to produce spiritual stones anyway, right?"
"Actually, it's still our creation." This third-level fairy was very good at talking. He smiled and cupped his hands, "So that's what you're saying?"
"Let's finalize the charter first," Chen Taizhong set out the conditions.
His conditions are very simple. You are not allowed to go anywhere except designated places on the island. Also, you must be vigilant and don't let anyone else get close to you.
The formation he wants to set up must have defensive formations and warning mechanisms, so that he is not afraid of people sneaking in, but he doesn't want people to get close at all. He doesn't like noisy, so it is better to let others completely isolate the hidden dangers.
Furthermore, he didn't want the person who came to tell anyone about what he saw, unless he did something that might be detrimental to Wu Fengmen.
The last point is that the other party needs to help him understand the news about Yu Haihe and Chu Xidao. Ordinary news will do. Anyway, he is at Wu Fengmen, so he only cares about these two people.
The four conditions are actually very common. The second condition is relatively difficult, but in fact, this is the clan property assigned to him by Wu Fengmen. It is not a big deal for people who have no friendship with him to wander around his territory.
avoid.
The third-level fairy nodded and agreed. And the next day, he and another fourth-level fairy rushed over.
These two are cousins, from the Qian family, a small family affiliated with Wufeng Sect. The third-level spirit immortal is his elder brother, named Qian Yongjiang, and the fourth-level spirit immortal is named Qian Yonghong.
What's interesting is that Qian Yongjiang is an outer disciple, but Qian Yonghong is not. This is because the Qian family's quota of outer disciples who are exempted from the examination is already full, and Qian Yonghong's qualifications are far better than his cousin.
Since he was a genius, he was inevitably a little arrogant. He felt that joining the outer sect was meaningless. It would be better to practice within the sect and wait until he was promoted to a senior spiritual immortal before directly applying to become an inner sect disciple.
In fact, there is more than one person who chooses like him. Although the outer disciples have more cultivation resources, the tasks within the sect are also very heavy and waste too much time.
The serious sect property tasks are all very simple and can be completed by stretching out your hand. Some tasks may be a little more complicated, but because they are not difficult, you can find someone to help complete them if you spend some spiritual stones.
Therefore, for Qian Yonghong, finding a spiritual place to practice is what he wants to do most. A spiritual place like Red Phosphorus Island, coupled with the spirit gathering array, is considered worthy of being included in the sect's estate.
place.
As for helping with housekeeping and cooking, that is a trivial matter. You must know that even outer disciples who want to practice in a place like this need to queue up and cannot practice at any time.
Chen Taizhong had no interest in caring about the brothers. He ran around the island laying out various formation materials.
The Qian brothers were sensible enough to see it from a distance. They stood by the island and turned their backs. After waiting for a day, Qian Yongjiang spoke up, "Dongshang people, do you want us to help pack the food?"
Chen Taizhong glanced at them from a distance and waved his hand impatiently, "Come back in half a month."
It actually took him thirteen days to set up the formation. In addition to the large spirit gathering formation, he also set up defensive formations, illusion formations, killing formations, blinding formations, and some alarm mechanisms.
During the process of setting up the formation, he couldn't help but think of the village courtyard in Tingfeng Town, where he also carefully arranged one formation after another. Unfortunately... in the end, it could only become a memory.
In any case, this is the second place he has carefully managed after his ascension. He has arranged many formations. If no accidents occur, it will be enough for him to use at least a ninth-level immortal.
What he didn't know was that in Wu Feng Sect, there was a Taoist with a long beard and a short and fat man, who were watching his every move on the island through a jade mirror.
"There are quite a few formations, but... tsk tsk, most likely they are casual cultivators," the short and fat man shook his head, feeling a little distressed, "I have seen people who ruined spiritual stones, but I have never seen anyone who ruined spiritual stones like this.
,Did this guy get some ancient secret library?"
"There are some Dongmang methods," the long-bearded Taoist nodded slightly, "but obviously they have not been authentically passed down... In addition to killing evil and asking for love, what other good sword skills does the Qingyang Sect have that Xi Dao values ​​​​so much?"
"This kid, Xiao Chu, is looking for people to kill all day long. He is a little crazy." The short and fat man snorted with dissatisfaction. "He just let people in without even asking about their feet. I can only be sure that this guy is not
Beast cultivator."
"The Netherworld is approaching, and every battle strength counts as a battle strength," the long-bearded Taoist replied disapprovingly, "Also, it is a good thing that Xiao Chu is obsessed with the art of swordsmanship. Only when he is in love can he reach the highest level."
"Sooner or later you're going to spoil her," the short fat man complained, and then sighed, "I'll go, that's how the black gold stone is used... I really want to set up a formation for him."
"The black gold stone is used like this. Once formed, it can greatly weaken the detection of spiritual consciousness," the long-bearded Taoist replied calmly, and then twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "That's not it. Thousand-year-old gold-patterned hibiscus... stone ebony can definitely be used.
Instead."
"Stop looking, if you look again I'm going to rob him." The short, fat man turned his head angrily, "This is definitely not a spy... If he was a spy, he would have been killed by his master."
Chen Taizhong didn't know that because of his clumsy formation techniques, he had escaped the suspicion of spies, but he was not worried about other people's detection because when he set up the formation, he deliberately added some means to prevent spiritual detection.
He was happy that after thirteen days of hard work, the formation was finally completed, so he directly drove, "Get up!"
The next moment, thick fog arose on Red Phosphorus Island, and soon the entire island was shrouded in mist.
Because he planned to stay here for a long time, when designing the formation, he really considered the loss, and converted the spiritual energy attracted by the spirit gathering formation into the power to drive other formations, which saved a lot of spiritual stones.
He was very satisfied with his design, but little did he know that a real person was so angry that he wanted to strangle him to death and take away his storage bag.
Anyway, Chen Taizhong himself was very satisfied. If he didn't encounter the activation of killing array or strong defense, the loss in one day would not exceed one soul. After practicing for 10,000 days, it would only amount to seventy or eighty ultimate souls.
"It is necessary to save money. There is no landowner and there is no surplus food." He looked at the fog in the sky and nodded happily, "I can finally practice with peace of mind."
The Qian brothers arrived on the fifteenth day and saw the foggy formation. Qian Yonghong still wanted to try to enter based on his impression, but Qian Yongjiang said, "Dongshangren, the two of us
Come here as ordered."
His voice is not loud, the penetration is not weak, and the performance is just right.
A gap opened in the fog, and the two of them sailed forward in the boat, driving more than two hundred meters and arriving at Red Phosphorus Island.
Chen Taizhong had already walked out. He marked it out, which was about seven or eight acres of land. "You can practice here. Don't wander around. You can build a house if you want. Don't let anyone get close to it outside the fog."
As he spoke, he threw a jade sign over and said, "If you have anything to do, contact me through this. If I need you to do something, I will let you know through this... Do you have any questions?"
"This spiritual energy..." Qian Yonghong was already a little dizzy. Such rich spiritual energy was really the holy land for cultivation that he had dreamed of.
After all, Qian Yongjiang was older and could keep his composure. He nodded, "Master Dongbu is indeed a master of formations."
He didn't know that if some people heard this, they would definitely kick him out of Wu Feng Clan.
Everything was ready, and all that was left was to practice. Chen Taizhong didn't say anything to them, and went directly to the center of the island to practice.
The first thing he wanted to practice was definitely the fourth style of the Wuming Sword Technique. He was really upset when he was suppressed in the sword technique by that handsome female man a while ago. He was already quite restrained if he could endure it until now.
Moreover, he knew that he was able to obtain this spiritual land to practice temporarily because the elder named Chu was not convinced of his sword skills. If he didn't come up with some real materials, he was afraid that the other party would look down upon him.
So he studied the sword technique in seclusion for more than ten days, but he always felt that there was an indescribable feeling of stagnation when using the sword technique. What was the problem?
In addition to being defensive, the fourth style also emphasizes the cultivation of weapons.
Although Chen Taizhong has a lot of money, he really doesn't have a sword that he can handle. The best sword in his storage bag and Xumi ring is the high-level sword. Compared with Chu Xidao's black Taixuan sword, it is inferior.
Too far.
This kind of standard weapon is really not worth keeping.
However, Chen Taizhong is very open-minded. Generally speaking, the weapon cultivated is the natal weapon, but I am a Qi cultivator, not a sword cultivator. I can just find a knife to cultivate it. If it is destroyed in the future, it will be destroyed.
He was just not angry that Chu Xidao's sword skills were better than his own, so he wanted to overpower the opponent in sword skills. Yes, that was the reason. His arrogance was engraved in his bones, and he was unwilling to admit defeat in anything except having children.
.
So he took a high-level sword to cultivate it. He cultivated it for more than ten days, but he still couldn't use the fourth move.
There must be something wrong with this. Chen Taizhong thought about it for a whole day and suddenly realized that the sword was not well maintained?
Then he suddenly remembered another phenomenon: a well-developed sword should be able to fly with it!
Half a day later, Chen Taizhong fell from the air and was left hanging in his mouth, chewing mud. After standing up straight, he cursed bitterly, "I'll go, I really didn't take care of myself..."