I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

"Fellow Guo, don't think too much, just enjoy the present,"

"Come, let's drink to our content tonight."

Lu Xuan raised the cup in his hand and gestured towards Guo Bingqiu from afar.

Being in a different league, he didn't know how to comfort the other, so he simply stayed by his side and drank heartily.

"Friend Lu speaks wisely, Guo has indeed become fixated,"

Guo Bingqiu laughed loudly, his mood significantly lightened in an instant.

"Speaking of which, in the next few decades, I might spend most of my time in the cave abode, and if it isn't feasible to practice cultivation, I might come and ask you, Friend Lu, how to cultivate spiritual plants."

"Haha, Fellow Guo, feel free to come and ask, Lu has nothing to hide,"

Lu Xuan laughed as he responded.

He knew that the other was just joking to liven the atmosphere and didn't take it seriously.

After all, among the hundred arts of cultivation, the status of a Spirit Plant Master wasn't very high, especially compared to refining instruments, alchemy, talisman making, and formations; the difference was vast.

Moreover, no matter what, Guo Bingqiu was a Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator. It was unlikely for him to abandon everything, disregard his cultivation, and start learning how to cultivate spiritual plants from scratch.

He believed that the other would do everything possible to find spiritual pills and medicines to heal his injuries, and once his strength was restored, he would surely re-enter the fray to seek fortuitous treasure items.

He would rather take the risks to explore secret lands, battling against the heavens, the earth, and demon beasts, vying with other cultivators for those slim chances.

He definitely wouldn't pin his hopes on cultivating spiritual plants.

The two chatted idly for a while, and Lu Xuan asked him for some details about Demonfall Cave to understand the reasons behind his injuries.

Though he most likely wouldn't enter, gaining some knowledge was still beneficial.

When another cultivator came to visit, Lu Xuan found an excuse to leave and returned to his cave abode.

Looking at the myriad of spiritual plants scattered across the mountains, and thinking of Guo Bingqiu's predicament, he was filled with myriad emotions.

Back then, when he joined hands with several Golden Core Real People to hunt down an evil demon, and obtained the high rank treasure item offered by Heavenly Star Cave as a reward, he returned full of vigor and pride.

It seemed like reaching the Nascent Soul and attaining the great path were hopeful.

Yet, unexpectedly, within just a few short years, such a drastic reversal occurred.

Not to mention gaining a great opportunity, he nearly lost his life in a dangerous situation.

"Exploring secret lands indeed offers the chance to obtain fortunate treasure items, but just one failure can cost a cultivator's path to be destroyed, which is unbearable."

"The stability is far inferior to that of a Spirit Plant Master."

As for chances, those were even less comparable.

Lu Xuan thought quietly to himself.

He entered a spacious room and pulled out a large amount of spiritual seeds from beneath a group of pure white flames that burned fiercely and several blocks of translucent Ice Souls.

Thin layers of spirit soil surged out of the palm of his hand, covering the spiritual seeds. His mind focused on them, and he could instantly know the detailed information about the spiritual seeds,

"Both the Flaming Fruit and Ice Luo Fruit have been successfully improved, both in taste and effect, better than the previous varieties."

"Grade 3 Spirit Fruits, even for Foundation Establishment Cultivators, are considered quite precious treasures."

Years ago, Lu Xuan had specifically induced and stimulated the spiritual seeds of the Ice and Fire Two Spirit Fruits.

With resources like Hundred-Year Ice Spirits and Pure Yang True Fire, plus mastering the methods of condensing seeds for both types of fruits, he wasn't worried about running out of seeds for experimentation.

After several rounds of inducement and selection of mutated spirit seeds, he finally succeeded in improving to new varieties.

...

Deep in Thunder Sea, a vast expanse of ruins stretched endlessly for thousands of miles.

Inside, lightning rampaged like an apocalyptic disaster, with bolts as thick as water buckets crazily striking down.

Beneath them in an abandoned palace, an intense battle was unfolding.

Two Golden Core Completion Cultivators exchanged glances, and one of them sent out over a dozen Dark Sword Talismans in front of him, each unleashing thousands of Sword Qi enveloped with endless Yin Qi, whirling towards a Nascent Soul Cultivator dozens of yards away.

The other Cultivator sprayed a mouthful of Essence Blood on a blood-red Broken Blade. The blade surged with dense blood light, bewildering the mind of anyone who looked at it.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

The Nascent Soul Cultivator was a handsome youth, with deep eyes that dazzled like the stars.

Watching the actions of his two opponents, he was expressionless.

Then, a pure white Flying Sword, glimmering with frost, shot out like lightning. Amidst a dragon's chant, it transformed into a ten-yard-long white Flood Dragon.

The body of the Flood Dragon was enveloped in chilling air, freezing everything in its path into thick layers of ice.

At the same time, a wisp of deep purple flame spewed from the young Cultivator's mouth. The flame burnt quietly, radiating no heat, yet in the eyes of the Jindan Cultivators, it seemed like a death herald.

Looking down at their own chests, clusters of deep purple flame silently appeared.

In that moment of distraction, the white Flood Dragon passed through the endless chilling Sword Qi, piercing directly through the bodies of both men.

Dark yellow Spiritual lights barely flew out of their heads when they were touched by the deep purple flame, instantly turning to nothingness.

The young man beckoned, and two Storage bags flew towards him.

The prohibitions on the Storage bags were nothing to him, and he easily took out all the Treasure Items inside.

"Indeed, fifth grade Sword Talismans."

Among the many Treasure Items, he spotted the two Dark Talismans at a glance.

The talismans were shaped like sword tips, surfaces circulating with dark light, fine Sword Qi moving inside like thousands of small fish, surrounded by a faint Yin Qi, giving an odd sensation of both chill and sharpness when held.

"What Sword Talisman is this? How come I've never seen it before?"

The young man furrowed his brows.

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But shortly after he had obtained the item, he encountered those two Golden Core Completion Cultivators.

Bold and overly confident in their escape techniques, they foolishly used a secret technique, thinking to steal the Treasure from him.

However, they still underestimated the strength of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and after finding them, he dealt with both swiftly within a few exchanges.

Yet, the Sword Talismans activated by the two in their last moments had caught the young Cultivator's interest.

"Among the myriad heavens and worlds, those capable of refining fifth grade Sword Talismans should not be common."

Sword Talismans, among all talismans, bear the strongest power but are also the most difficult to refine, requiring the Talisman Making Cultivator to be proficient in both Sword Dao and Talisman Making.

Due to the special nature of Sword Qi, the success rate of their creation is far lower than ordinary talismans.

As he understood, powers capable of refining large quantities of fifth grade Sword Talismans would not be plentiful.

"Jian Huanzhen, that old fellow, once boasted to me about the several types of fifth grade Sword Talismans he has, but he never had this type that contains rich Yin Qi."

"He always thought his mastery in Sword Talismans was unmatched among Cultivators, yet here I encounter a fifth grade Sword Talisman he has never possessed."

A faint smile surfaced on the young man's face, his eyes twinkling like the stars, instantly brightening the surrounding area.

The Jian Huanzhen he mentioned was a Primordial Infant True Monarch, an elder of Dongxuan Sword Sect, skilled in Talisman Making, and the two had known each other for hundreds of years with a deep friendship.

"I'll bring this back to let him have a look, otherwise he is always boasting, reminiscing about his history of researching new Sword Talismans."

Imagining the awkward expression on his old friend's face upon seeing this Sword Talisman, the young man felt immense anticipation.