diskusbooks Chapter 126 News from Outside
Chapter 126 News from Outside
There are quite a few elixirs that are thousands of years old in this space, and a small number of them will bloom every few years.
But compared with so much spiritual honey, it seems insignificant.
Chen Yu harvested a full bucket of beehives, but only one third of the hive was left.
He scooped out a cup to taste it. It tasted extremely good, and there was also a strong medicinal aroma that lingered.
The spiritual energy is comparable to a hundred-year-old elixir, and even foundation-building cultivators will benefit from eating it regularly.
But if you eat so much honey, you will get sick of it.
After much deliberation, Chen Yu decided to use the old method: brewing wine.
In his hands, everything can be brewed and everything can become wine.
Chen Yu only kept enough honey for his daily drinking needs and put the rest into a large jar.
When making wine with honey, there is no need to steam it, just add the yeast directly.
But this honey is too viscous and needs to be diluted with some water.
He estimated that it would take longer than food, after all, honey is a fermentation product.
Before I knew it, more than three months had passed.
Chen Yu felt that the flow of people in the market had increased significantly recently, and most of them were monks from sects.
But everyone was in a hurry, as if something big was about to happen.
He also learned from the independent cultivators who were setting up stalls that the once-in-five-year sect competition among the four major sects would begin in two months.
Chen Yu felt that he was not a cultivator from a sect and he never left the market, so any fight had nothing to do with him.
But I didn't expect that I would actually be affected, but the reason was a bit ridiculous.
That morning, just as Chen Yu was about to go out, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining came with a sharp thorn from the head of a water-attributed monster and asked him to refine a miniature sword.
As a result, before the previous cultivator had gone far, another cultivator of the same level came.
I asked him to refine weapons again, two pieces at a time.
Three diamond-shaped crystals on the forehead of the Green-Eyed Fire Cloud Lion and the stingers of two blue-striped poisonous scorpions.
I hope that the first magic weapon can be used to block the attacks of monks of the same level after being activated, and the second magic weapon can be used in the dark.
The insufficient materials were supplemented by a fifty-year-old Gandu pear tree.
Chen Yu was wondering, why are they suddenly looking for me to refine weapons? Don’t I realize that my reputation has become so good?
It turned out that because fighting allowed for any means to be used, the monks hurriedly took advantage of this time to create a handy magic weapon.
There are two first-class upper-grade and six first-class middle-grade weapon refiners in the market town, and they have been working non-stop these days.
Chen Yu's weapon refining workshop only accepted commissions from one person, and its fame was limited to the fact that a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator had taken over the Yao family's shop.
As for the level of equipment refining, let’s wait and see how others make mistakes first.
However, the sect competition was just around the corner, and the cultivators who were not well prepared on weekdays had no choice but to try any possible means.
In order to adjust their condition to the best, some monks choose to practice hard in seclusion.
The other part went to the mountains and forests to hunt monsters and obtain resources for cultivation.
This is what happened to the two cultivators who came to Chen Yu to refine weapons, and they successfully obtained the materials.
However, only those who returned safely were the lucky ones, and quite a number of cultivators were directly delivered to the monsters for a feast.
Before and after each competition among the four major sects, a large number of disciples would be killed or injured.
Wang Chonglin felt that he couldn't ask Chen Yu for wine every time, so he wanted to spend more time with him.
Chen Yu followed him and thought that apart from cultivation, nothing else mattered.
Although studying magic seems more noble, and making wine and growing flowers casually, there is no essential difference to Chen Yu now.
It's all about seeking knowledge and killing time.
Cultivation also requires a balance between relaxation and intensity. It is impossible to achieve immortality in one go.
Instead of living a dull life day after day, it is better to listen to him talk more.
As a sect cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, although his attainments in magic are far inferior to his own, his knowledge of the world of immortal cultivation is no less than his own.
As long as Wang Chonglin didn't drink, he would be very measured in what he said and would not mention anything related to himself.
It just so happened that even if Chen Yu accepted the commission, he would still open the business to avoid being out of tune with the weapon refiners in the market who wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune.
As soon as Wang Chonglin arrived, Chen Yu asked him to sit down in the store.
With Chen Yu's deliberate guidance, the topic turned to the upcoming competition among the four major sects.
"Brother Wang, are you not going to participate in this battle between the four major sects?"
"Hey, my cultivation is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. How can I beat those brothers and sisters who are about to build their foundation?"
"Why, isn't it a competition between the ninth level of Qi Refining and the ninth level of Qi Refining?"
"Brother Chen, you don't know that there are only three realms in this fighting method: the early, middle and late stages of Qi Refining. This has been the case for thousands of years."
"But the strength of different levels of Qi Refining Realm varies greatly. Isn't it a bit unfair to roughly divide the competition into three levels, early, middle and late stages?"
“What’s unfair about this? When you cultivate immortality, you are cultivating fate.
Moreover, the sect competition is held every five years, and basically everyone has the opportunity to participate with the third, sixth, or ninth level of Qi Refining.
Otherwise, it can only mean that his affinity is not good enough, and the sect will naturally give up on training him."
“Those who participate in the competition with other cultivation levels have naturally thought it through carefully.
It is not impossible that he had the idea of gaining the favor of the Foundation Establishment Master by gambling his life.
After all, once you are on the ring, life and death depends entirely on the strength of your opponent and the speed at which the elders can come to your rescue."
Speaking of this, Wang Chonglin suddenly became a little excited.
"Do you know what the reward for this late stage of Qi Refining competition is?"
"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."
"A foundation-building pill, a foundation-building pill worth thousands of spirit stones!" Wang Chonglin raised a finger and kept gesturing in the air.
"One foundation-building pill can increase the probability of building a foundation by 30%. It can also protect the meridians, so even if the breakthrough fails, you won't get hurt. Once you recover, you can try again.
It is said that cultivators with natural spiritual roots can naturally build a foundation if they have accumulated enough spiritual energy.
The reincarnation of an immortal with a ten-inch spiritual root is flawless at birth and has a natural foundation.
This practice is really slow, step by step.
For a young monk like us who don't have enough talent and opportunities, why would we dream of becoming an immortal?"
Chen Yu couldn't help but ask him: "If that's the case, why don't you fight for this rare opportunity, brother Wang?"
"The treasures are precious, and the rules of the competition are not strict, so those guys will definitely do whatever they can to inflict the most damage.
Wang values his life, so he won't join in the fun."
“Moreover, if Master passed away during these five years, I would not be able to keep this foundation-building pill.
If he can take one step further, a foundation-building pill will be just a matter of talking."
Wang Chonglin didn't mention another reason. The four major sects were not united. Ling Yi had several mortal enemies in the four major sects, so it was normal for him to hate his last disciple.
Naturally, no one had dared to attack him openly in the past, but now his master was in seclusion and had no way to protect him.
If I were to participate in the competition, I would be walking into a trap.
But even if he didn't say it, Chen Yu felt that the atmosphere in this immortal gate was quite strange.
This really proves the saying: "The smaller the temple, the stronger the evil spirits; the shallower the water, the more turtles there are."