Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

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Not to mention, after the money was gone, his mind was clearer, and his cultivation speed actually increased slightly.

Chen Qing decided to extend his cultivation time during this period.

In just three days, two injured people appeared at Chen Qing's place.

The injuries were not particularly serious, it seemed to have been successful.

He didn't know how many Gu of what qualities they had reclaimed this time.

After treating the injuries, Chen Qing went as usual to tend to the Spiritual Ginseng Field.

Under Chen Qing's daily care, the Spiritual Ginseng was already growing quite robustly.

Comparing it with the Spirit Plant Garden in the past, Chen Qing easily noticed the differences.

The Spirit Plant Garden from before, when the Spiritual Ginseng grew to the stage he was cultivating now, would grow extremely slowly and require years to accumulate spiritual essence.

However, the Spiritual Ginseng he was cultivating now, with the Grass Spirit Butterfly's care, still grew beautifully.

As for that twenty-acre special Spiritual Ginseng Field, its growth was even more outrageous!

If it were in the past, it could barely be harvested.

Grass Treasure was truly formidable!

Once he got the life-saving measures in place, he would continue to enhance Grass Treasure!

After spending a few days on the mountain with no news, it wasn't until the fifteenth of June that Chen Qing heard something.

According to Li He, the people from Lotus Cave were robbed, but more than one group was involved.

The exact number of people from the mountain was unclear, since it was just a rumor after all.

Chen Qing estimated that the news of Lotus Cave's movement had leaked, not only discovered by Wuyou Mountain but possibly by other forces as well.

Judging from the wounds of the two brothers from the War Affairs Hall, it seemed that someone took advantage of them after they had fought fiercely.

When the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits.

Under such circumstances, Lotus Cave likely found it hard to retaliate.

The subsequent turmoil should be minimal.

Knowing this, Chen Qing felt a bit relieved in his heart, silently praising Feng Qi and Ye Yuntian.

They really did deal with matters cleanly and efficiently.

That afternoon, when Chen Qing went to tend to the Spiritual Ginseng Field, Gongsun Xiu brought a pot of wine and invited Chen Qing to sit on the ridge of the field. He spread out a carpet, and the two sat on it, drinking wine and eating some dried fruits.

"Junior Brother, those twenty acres of your Spiritual Ginseng really make one envious!"

Chen Qing laughed and replied, "No hurry, after harvest, Senior Brother can come and take some."

Gongsun Xiu asked, "Junior Brother, are you interested in cultivating some Blood Ginseng?"

Cultivating Blood Ginseng with Demon Blood?

In the wild, demon beasts pile the corpses they devour around wild Spiritual Ginseng, and over years it grows into Blood Ginseng!

Chen Qing said, "This Demon Blood isn't easy to get."

Gongsun Xiu replied, "I heard there are still some in the Beast Driving Hall's stock."

Saying this, Gongsun Xiu didn't continue, only offering Chen Qing more wine.

Chen Qing pondered, Blood Ginseng is much more precious than Spiritual Ginseng, if he could cultivate some, his status and position would be more secure.

Moreover, after cultivating, he could retain some for his own use, which would greatly benefit his cultivation.

Although Gongsun Xiu might have had this plan in mind, it wasn't a hindrance.

He just didn't know if Grass Treasure could handle this task now.

After Gongsun Xiu left, Chen Qing called Li He and instructed him to fetch a barrel of Demon Blood from the Beast Driving Hall.

After an hour, Chen Qing ordered Li He to pour the Demon Blood over the land.

Under the sunlight, the part of the Spiritual Field soaked with Demon Blood heated up.

Chen Qing quickly opened his hand, releasing the Grass Spirit Butterfly, and sent it to tend to the field.

Soon, under the care of the Grass Spirit Butterfly, the temperature gradually dropped, the Demon Blood seeped into the land, and the Spiritual Ginseng became more and more vibrant.

The spiritual energy within him was rapidly consumed, so much so that Chen Qing couldn't help but take a couple of breaths.

There was potential!

After his cultivation increased a bit more, he could consider it, but for now, an acre of Blood Ginseng might be his limit.

It seems when he has the time, he can chat with his senior sister from the Beast Driving Hall.

After the Grass Spirit Butterfly had cared for it for a quarter of an hour, Chen Qing clearly saw that on this plot of land, the Spiritual Ginseng had a splash of red on its leaves.

After finishing this, Chen Qing, feeling a bit weary, returned to his cave dwelling.

In the cultivation room, Chen Qing released the Gu, letting them each eat their promotion items and daily needs.

The Fog Gu turned into a mist, enveloped the Spiritual Dew, and slowly absorbed it.

The Sword Gu was much more aggressive, lying on the Demon Wolf Teeth, cutting off a piece with a swing of its little claw, and sending it to its mouth.

The Grass Spirit Butterfly was much more graceful, lying on the Gu Spirit Grass, nibbling at it daintily.

The Alcohol Gu was lively, and from time to time, it would hand a piece of the Gu Spirit Grass it had torn off to the Grass Spirit Butterfly.

Hmm, in a couple of days, Fog Treasure and Sword Treasure could probably advance.

After watching the four Gu fill themselves, Chen Qing withdrew them into his body, drank a couple of sips of Spiritual Ginseng Wine, and continued cultivating to replenish spiritual energy.

Nightfall.

The Clouds above the Nine Heavens shifted and changed, on the Cloud Platform, a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a silver mask appeared at the head of the long table.

The moment he appeared, he froze for three breaths, then disappeared.

After ten breaths, he reappeared at this leader's seat.

"Where is everyone?"

"Where are my three big people?"

"Could it be I got the time wrong?"

He stretched out a hand and placed it on the table, supporting his head as he fell into thought.

"No, I remember I set it for this time."

"Could it be, I've only been gone for three months, and they all died?"

"The speed at which I became a loner is too fast!"

"Is the world so dangerous?"

"No, we are supposed to be the cult!"

"Has the orthodox path become so powerful now?"

"Used to be hunted by cults when I was on the righteous path."

"And after turning to the cult, getting hunted by the righteous path, but at least there were three subordinates!"

"Sigh, I just embraced the dark side, and how did it come to this?"

"Did I become a cult member for nothing?"

The man with the silver mask disappeared from his seat.

An hour later.

The man with the silver mask reappeared.

"It's impossible!"

Then he disappeared again.

Another hour later, he appeared once more at the seat, bowing his head to analyze carefully.

"Wild Dog, that guy, always looked like he had a short life, so not surprising if he's dead."

"Red Lotus, that girl, was carefree and reckless, it's also possible she's gone."

"The scholar, that guy, usually seemed quite cunning, perhaps blew himself up studying magic?"

He looked up and found Hu Yao and Murong Lang watching him in surprise.

...

The leader pretended to be nonchalant, adjusted his clothes, "Ahem!"

He took a moment and then said, "So, you're here."

Immediately, he shouted angrily, "Why did you come so late? Wasn't it set for two hours ago?"

Murong Lang lightly waved his folding fan, seemingly unchanged, "Senior Taichu modified the time."

The leader yelled angrily, "Who is hosting this gathering? He changed it just like that. Who does he think he is?"

"Wait, Senior Taichu?"

"A new member?"

Hu Yao saw that the leader's temper was flaring up again. Remembering that he had also given her some pointers before, she felt it necessary to explain, "A new member, you could say. Senior Taichu is using Wild Dog's mask."

The leader slapped the table with his hand, asking boldly, "Senior, how senior?"

"Very powerful?"

Murong Lang said, "Can't say powerful..."

The word 'powerful' was indeed an insult to Senior Taichu.

Before Murong Lang finished, the leader swaggered and said, "Not powerful, yet a senior? Who gave him the gall?"

"I'm putting it plainly today, in this gathering, I am the supreme, even if a Divine Son or Goddess came, they must obediently kneel here for me!"

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