Family cultivation of immortality: from Fairy Cat Valley to the Nine Divine Realms

"Xuan Zhang, let's go and pick up manure. I'm waiting for you!"

"Okay...here he comes!"

Henry Zhang walked out of the room looking listless.

He is a traveler.

I thought that after traveling to the world of immortality, I could travel on a crane and pursue the path to immortality.

Unexpectedly, after traveling here, life is still extremely miserable.

The host was just a minor cultivator at the first level of Qi refining, and his parents unfortunately died while hunting monsters.

He could only inherit three points of his parents' spiritual land and make a living by planting spiritual grain.

The most important thing for planting Linggu is fertilization.

The spirit dung fermented by monster animal dung must be spread on the spiritual land to increase the fertility of the spiritual field.

Today, these young men from this family made an appointment with Henry Zhang to pick up manure together.

Henry Zhang actually didn’t want to pick up dung with them.

Too dangerous!

To pick up dung, you have to go to the edge of the Black Forest.

All kinds of terrifying monsters appear in the Black Forest. It is said that there are even third-level monsters at the level of the Jindan Ancestor.

The host's parents died in the Black Forest, and this body has an innate fear and rejection of the Black Forest.

However, if you don’t pick up dung, there will be no monster dung to fertilize.

Failure to fertilize will not only affect the yield of spiritual grains, but also cause the spiritual field to gradually lose its spirituality.

In the past, when he was under eighteen years old and both his parents were dead, the elders of the neighborhood on Temple Street would allocate some of the monster dung to him as appropriate.

However, now that he is over eighteen years old, if he still wants to take advantage of the elders in the neighborhood, many clan members will not agree.

Henry Zhang lowered his head and followed the back of the team.

After walking for a day, we left the Fairy Cat Valley and arrived at the edge of the Black Forest.

Henry Zhang looked up and saw that the thick trees were dozens of feet high, blocking the sky and the sun, making the forest pitch black.

"No wonder it's called the 'Black Forest'. The ancient trees are so tall that they can't reach the top." Henry Zhang marveled in his heart.

Zhang Dawu turned around and said to everyone: "We have now reached the edge of the Black Forest. Everyone spread out and be careful."

As soon as they heard that they were about to separate, there was a commotion in the team.

A short, fat man with yellow tinea on his head jumped out and said, "Brother Dawu, there are monsters at the edge of the Black Forest. Isn't it too dangerous to separate?"

Zhang Dawu glared at him and said: "You are a cowardly bastard again. If we all act together, how do you think we can separate them when we encounter monster dung? We can only separate. I wish everyone good luck. We will be there before dark. Meet here.”

After hearing this, the second-rate man muttered and returned to the crowd.

The team quickly dispersed, everyone lowered their heads and carefully searched for the monster dung.

Henry Zhang walked at the edge of the Black Forest for a long time, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Where is the monster dung?"

Henry Zhang searched for a long time and found nothing.

He looked into the dark depths of the forest, and then shook his head helplessly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to come back empty-handed this time, so let's have a good time in the Fairy Cat Valley!"

Noon is here and the sun is at its highest point.

When the sun shines directly on his Tianling Cap, the Tao Qi in his divine sea instantly surges.

The Tao Qi condensed and never dispersed, turning into multiple blurry Tao pictures, and a few lines of text appeared in his divine sea:

"There are gaps in the way of heaven. The world has been destroyed for countless eons. The secret treasures of past tribulations have been transformed into diagrams of the way. Those who are destined to obtain them can become immortal immortals. They must also inherit this supreme cause and effect and complete the gaps in the way of heaven."

"Alas -" Henry Zhang sighed again.

Ever since he traveled to this world, these Dao pictures would appear in the divine sea every noon.

"You also say that 'those who are destined to get it can become immortal immortals'. Isn't this nonsense? I don't see any use."

These Dao pictures vary in size, and if they are obscured by fog, you can barely see the outlines of eight of them.

They are the Holy Moon Merciful Light Picture, the Taiqing Creation Picture, the Twelve Heavenly Sounds Picture, the Immortal Zhizhi Medicine Picture, the Dharma Eye Reflection Picture, the Forbidden Witch Gu Picture, the Royal Dharma Picture Picture, and the Soldier Tree True Treasure Picture.

After the eight Dao pictures, there are still a few faint Dao pictures, which are hidden deeper and cannot be seen clearly, making them even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Each Tao picture has an animal image, either with one leg or multiple eyes. The Tao rhyme flows and seems to contain supreme power.

But he never found a way to open it.

"Alas..." Henry Zhang sighed, "It's better not to aim too high and pick up dung first!"

At this moment, the Kaixian Zhi medicine picture glowed brightly, and a demonic beast that looked like a winged white tiger appeared inside.

The phantom of this demonic beast almost covered the entire sky.

Its power scorns everything, and it exudes a wild aura from ancient times.

Just taking a look at it, Henry Zhang unconsciously felt a tremor and fear deep in his soul.

"Whoosh-"

This monster turned into a beam of white light and ran forward.

"Is this... the monster locked in the Dao Tu? Where is it going?"

Henry Zhang took courage and quickly caught up with him.

I don’t know how long I ran, but the white light once again turned into a winged white tiger monster and returned to the picture of opening the immortal zhi medicine.

The picture of Kai Xianzhi medicine also became lighter and fainter, until it disappeared into the divine sea again.

Only then did he realize that he had arrived in an extremely strange place.

"Roar, roar..."

From the depths of the Black Forest, a roar of beasts was heard.

"What is this place? It's too dangerous!"

He immediately turned around and was about to go back.

However, just when he was about to turn back, he saw a few black eggs not far away.

"Is it spiritual feces?"

He walked over.

This sight made him overjoyed.

There were more than a dozen pieces of spiritual excrement the size of rice grains on the ground.

"It seems to be the dung of some kind of spiritual rat. I'm really lucky."

Henry Zhang picked up these spiritual excrements one by one and put them into the dung basket made of wattle branches.

Another deep roar came from the depths of the Black Forest. Henry Zhang trembled and ran back quickly.

When he returned to the meeting place, it was already dark.

As the sun sets, the entire Black Forest becomes even more mysterious and dark.

After a while, almost everyone arrived.

Henry Zhang was still happy that he had found monster dung, but when he found that the people who came to pick up dung had extremely fruitful results, he became depressed.

Especially for Zhang Dawu, the dung basket was basically full of spiritual excrement, weighing hundreds of kilograms.

Even a second-rate scoundrel with a broken household had several kilograms of spiritual excrement in his dung basket.

The Er Laizi glanced at Henry Zhang's dung basket and said with a smile: "How much spiritual dung did brother Zhang Xuan pick up this time? I see you got a good harvest, hehehe..."

Henry Zhang looked at the few black dung eggs in his dung basket, and they probably didn’t even amount to one or two in total.

Zhang Dawu patted the second scoundrel on the head: "You're not much better, so don't embarrass yourself here."

After saying this, Zhang Dawu returned to the gathering place carrying a full basket of spiritual dung.

Henry Zhang saw Zhang Dawu's majestic arms and a whole frame of spiritual dung on his arms.

He looked envious.

Is there anything more honorable than walking past someone carrying a basket full of dung?

Henry Zhang was also worried about his three-point spiritual field.

If you don't find enough monster dung to fertilize, the spiritual seedlings in the spiritual field will definitely not survive.

His level of Qi refining relies entirely on the Linggu in the Lingtian.

If no grain of spiritual grain is harvested, the sea of ​​qi will dry up and he will become a mortal, and from then on he will have nothing to do with the path to immortality.