’Should I consult a senior?’

Ji An sprouted this thought, but quickly extinguished it, deciding not to test human nature and slowly find the answer himself.

If the sect’s High-Tier Cultivator recognized it as a treasure and wanted to trade for it, would he give it or not?

Ji An sank his mind into his Dantian, connecting with the Stone Turtle, and lines of text appeared in his mind.

[Master: Ji An]

[Dao Rhyme: Metal 2.2, Water 0, Wood 0, Fire 0.6, Earth 3.1]

[Spiritual Mechanism: Kan Spirit 3114.5, Gen Spirit 3568.2, Zhen Spirit 782.4, Xun Spirit 3192.2, Kun Spirit 3467.6, Qian Spirit 4289.7, Dui Spirit 4206.6, Li Spirit 3781.6]

[Magic Technique: Rejuvenation Technique (Perfection 36%)

Spirit Sealing Technique (Great Success 7%)

Antitoxic Technique (Perfection 18%)]

His mind left the Stone Turtle, Ji An scratched his head, a smile appeared on his lips.

The storage of Spiritual Mechanism was increasing, and if he could break through to the Chao Origin Stage one day and learn higher tier magic techniques, he would definitely improve quickly.

The years are beautiful, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom.

...

Soul-breaking Valley is located northwest of Cyan Cloud Immortal City, plagued with miasma within the valley.

During the day, the miasma floating in the valley appears in five colors, seductive and magnificent.

Under this beautiful cover lies desolate dead silence.

No plants, no animals, only the gentle hum of the wind.

The rocks are black, and the muddy ground is also black.

On the ground, puddles that occasionally bubble appear, the water inside initially clear to the bottom, but immediately becomes filthy as bubbles emerge.

In the turbid water, gray-white shadows occasionally appear, fleeting.

These are Yin Souls produced after animals or cultivators inadvertently entering the valley, breathing in the miasma, gradually feeling their own rotting, and dying in solitude.

At noon, a Giant Flood Dragon with a pair of horns and cyan scales the size of coins coiled into a ball, its head close to the colorful miasma.

With its breath, the miasma that terrifies other creatures was inhaled through its mouth and nose.

Compared to the dead silence inside the valley, the outside is a vibrant scene.

Dense green trees, intermittent bird song.

A burly man with a face full of flesh leaned against a green tree outside the valley, eyes dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

A black hawk swooped down, landing beside the man.

The man squinted at it, slightly standing straight.

The black hawk’s body turned, black wind swirling around it.

In the next moment, it had transformed into the image of a middle-aged man with a fierce face.

"Xiong Ba, is Master Cyan Dragon still cultivating in the valley?"

The burly man nodded slightly:

"Yes, the three double hours of 7:00 AM, noon, and 1:00 PM are when the miasma is thickest.

Black Hawk, what’s the situation at Mingfeng Mountain now?"

Both he and the other were demon cultivators under Cyan Dragon, who had infiltrated the Human Race cultivators’ territory a few years ago.’

He was responsible for planting Soul Gu in the cultivators, while the other traveled between Mingfeng Mountain and Soul-breaking Valley, delivering messages from Master Cyan Dragon and the Demon King.

"After I relayed the news that the Middle Continent Cultivators hadn’t arrived back, the demon kings drove the beast hordes, continuously intensifying the attacks.

Even relying on the Immortal City’s Mountain Protection Array, those cultivators won’t hold out much longer.

Either abandon the Mingfeng Mountain defenses or send more cultivators to support, there’s no third choice."

Xiong Ba laughed viciously:

"According to Master Cyan Dragon’s analysis, these cultivators won’t abandon the Mingfeng Mountain defenses unless absolutely necessary.

As long as the demon kings maintain pressure, they must continuously send cultivators to fight.

Then, our opportunity will come."

Black Hawk chuckled twice, saying:

"Xiong Ba, you’ve always been beside Master. Can you tell what his intentions are?"

"I can guess a little."

"Tell me about it."

Xiong Ba beckoned: "Lean in and listen."

...

At 5:00 AM, Ji An walked out of the Grotto Mansion and found a Communication Talisman Sword vibrating by the door.

He reached out, grabbed the Talisman Sword, and infused it with his Divine Sense.

The Talisman Sword came from Ye Changqing, who described the situation at Mingfeng Mountain and warned that if the intensity of the Demon Beast attacks continued to increase, the sect would inevitably dispatch more cultivators to Mingfeng Mountain.

He also reminded him to prepare early, and if conscripted, to protect himself. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

’Has the situation become this dangerous?’

Ji An was surprised, as the information he received from the sect about the Demon Calamity didn’t reflect the fierce intensity described by Senior Brother Ye.

He furrowed his brows, returned to the Grotto Mansion, and packed all his belongings on himself.

Talismans, Talisman Soldiers, Spiritual Artifacts, and all sorts of consumables.

He maneuvered the Flying Shuttle, preoccupied, and arrived at the Cold Pool.

Xia Yu Lian approached and cupped her hands in salute:

"Junior Martial Uncle, the Spiritual Peach Tree in the orchard seems a bit different."

When she came to the kitchen today, she felt that the orchard’s light was more vibrant than usual and went in for a look.

She found that one of the Spiritual Peach Trees emitted a Spirit Light from its leaves more mellow and spiritual than the other two, giving a noticeably different feeling.

Ji An raised his brows slightly and turned to look at the orchard, only then noticing the faint orange-red Spirit Light piercing through the thin mist.

His Divine Sense spread out to probe and immediately felt a warmth.

"I’ll go take a look."

He stirred his Magical Power and flew over, arriving beside the Spiritual Peach Tree.

With just one glance, he identified the distinctive Spirit Tree.

The leaves were emerald green, with veins of red.

A faint orange-red Spirit Light hovered on the leaves, swaying like a flickering flame.

Ji An extended his Divine Sense over one of the leaves, carefully sensing it.

In his Spiritual Sense, it was as if being near a warm bonfire on a dark night, bringing a sense of joy.

The color of the bark, originally dark gray, had a subtle tendency to turn reddish-brown.

At the same time, the bark became coarser, taking on a scaly shape.

He pinched a Dharma Seal with his hand, releasing the Flame Fire Spell.

The warm and spiritual aura spread out, and the orange-red light enveloped the ground under the Spiritual Peach Tree.

The gentle, elongated Ding Fire Technique spread, nourishing the land and nurturing the Spirit Wood.

The reddish-brown on the bark became more evident, glowing with a crystalline luster.

The veins of the leaves became deeper, flowing with radiant colors.

Placing his hand on the Spirit Tree, Ji An carefully sensed the energy rushing through the tree trunk.

"Second-Level Middle Grade Spirit Plant!"

He laughed heartily, the cloud formed by the news from Mingfeng Mountain dissipated somewhat by joy.

Some things cannot be changed, but life must go on.

Independently cultivating a Tier Two Middle-grade Spirit Plant is of great significance; it signifies his entry into the ranks of high-tier Spirit Farmers.

A Tier Two Middle-grade Spiritual Fruit can be supplied to Chao Origin Stage cultivators, offering slight assistance in comprehending the related Power of the Five Elements.

"Senior Brother Ye, you brought me bad news, but I repay you with good news."

Laughing in a low tone, Ji An took out a Communication Golden Sword, recorded a message, and sent it off.

Golden light pierced through the mist, disappearing from his sight.

After some thought, he took out more than ten Communication Talisman Swords, recorded the news in them, and then activated them all.

Like a school of Silver-Scaled Fish, the Talisman Swords shimmered with silver light, flying away.

The recipients of the Talisman Swords included Jia Yu, his master, Li Minghui, and other friends as well.

At this moment, spreading the good news quickly is naturally necessary to showcase his potential.

When the sect considers conscription tasks, they can also assign him lighter and safer ones.

’My cultivation is still too lacking; if there’s any stir in the Cultivation Realm, it falls on a junior cultivator like a mountain.

If I were a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, how could I fear a trivial Demon Calamity?!’

Ji An bit his lip, then flew back to the kitchen.

"Yu Lian, serve breakfast.

Tell Huang Xuan about the Spiritual Peach Tree that has been cultivated into a Tier Two Middle-grade Spirit Plant; everyone gets a reward of fifty Spirit Stones!"

"Congratulations, Junior Martial Uncle!"

Xia Yu Lian’s eyes curved like crescents, shining with vibrant color.

She placed the prepared Spiritual Food onto a tray, poured a cup of Bamboo Tube Mulberry Wine, and brought it into the next room.

"Junior Martial Uncle, please enjoy!"

Ji An nodded slightly, devoured his breakfast like a gust of wind, and then drained the Spirit Wine in one go.

He charged out of the room like the wind, arriving near the Second-Order Middle Grade Spirit Tree in the orchard.

Quickly setting up Azure Dragon Wood and other Spiritual Objects, he sat down cross-legged to begin harnessing his Cultivation Technique.

Various Spirit Lights gathered towards his body, the mist and Spiritual Qi flowed into his mouth and nose with each breath.

Becoming a Nascent Soul Cultivator is a distant dream, but striving to enter the Chao Origin Stage early is something to look forward to.

With strength, comes fearlessness; let’s get rolling!