Chronicles of Celestial Origins

Despite Wu Datong's majestic appearance, he is actually a genuine seventh-level Qi-refining practitioner. He has been practicing for only fourteen years since his transformation from mortal to present. Although this speed of cultivation is not considered top-notch in Qian Yizong, it is still among the best. Most of the disciples who entered the mountain at the same time as him are still on the fifth and sixth floors, and a few are stuck on the third floor, unable to move forward.

The Qi training period is divided into ten levels. The first three levels are called the early stage of Qi refining, the fourth, fifth and sixth levels are the middle stage of Qi refining, the seventh, eighth and ninth levels are the late stage of Qi refining, and the tenth level is the Great Perfection.

Every time you reach the third, sixth, or ninth level of cultivation, you will encounter spiritual energy lag, which is called a bottleneck in the cultivation world. It is like a water tank filled with water, and you can only continue to fill it with a larger water tank.

Before the third, sixth and ninth levels, cultivation is a process of accumulation, and it will come naturally step by step.

Breaking through the bottleneck requires a certain amount of opportunity and understanding. It is an indescribable process that cannot be described in words. You can only understand and feel it yourself.

"Senior Brother Wu, I want two bottles of Qi Nourishing Pills," Tangning said, taking out a large bag of spiritual stones from her storage bag and handing them to Wu Datong with some reluctance.

The bag of spirit stones was heavy, just like Tang Ning's current mood. These were the 60 spirit stones he had saved for nearly a year, and he just handed them over, with a look of pain on his face.

"Junior Brother Tang." Wu Datong called out. When Tangning came to her senses, she realized that she was still holding on to a corner of the bag. She quickly stopped her hand and smiled awkwardly to hide her embarrassment.

Wu Datong took the bag of spiritual stones, opened it, took a look, and handed him the two bottles of elixirs with a smile on his face: "I hope that Junior Brother Tang will go further and further on the road of cultivation, and everything will be smooth sailing."

Tang Ning took the bottle and checked it, confirming that the sixty Qi-nourishing pills were correct. She smiled bitterly and said, "I know my own qualifications. It would be good to be able to break through the third level. There is really not much hope in the path of cultivation."

"Junior Brother Tang's words are wrong." Wu Datong suddenly said seriously: "If cultivation is only based on aptitude, then we have not practiced much. When Shifan learned about his spiritual root aptitude, it would have been better to just give up. Isn't it wonderful to have a happy life in this world, so why bother to practice Qi every day for ten years in this boring mountain gate?"

"If others don't tell me, they just say that Murong Qi, the former head of the Qianyi Sect, has inferior spiritual roots and above-average spiritual qualifications. If he doesn't form a golden elixir, he will be eager to become a party. As for me, my qualifications are no more than average. Come with me to transform into a mountain. Many of Fan's disciples have higher spiritual qualifications than me. Now many of them are stuck at the sixth level of Qi training. It is still unknown whether they can break through in this life. On the contrary, I have reached the late stage of Qi training first, so I practice. , Spiritual root qualification is just a reference, if you treat it as everything, you will put the cart before the horse."

"What Senior Brother Wu said is that I am obsessed." Tangning thanked him and rode the gourd back to his herb garden. Since arriving at the Herb Department, he has settled here and has never returned to Jinzhu. Feng's residence.

What Wu Datong said is correct, but cultivation cannot be achieved overnight with a few words of encouragement. You still have to be down-to-earth and step by step, and accumulate qi and refine it bit by bit.

Sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, she took a Qi-nourishing pill. The black and lustrous round pill melted in her mouth, and a surging spiritual energy immediately appeared in her body. This spiritual energy was smooth and pure, slowly moving around her body. Tang Ning followed the Qianyi Zongdao It is refined by the mental method in the classics.

It was noon when he woke up the next day. Although he had succeeded in transforming into a mortal body, he was not a vajra body. He could bear the craving for food and only needed the Bigu Pill to satisfy his hunger, but he still needed daily sleep. He took that pill yesterday. The sky had turned white when the spiritual energy of the Nourishing Qi Pill was refined, so I fell asleep until now.

Outside the door, a woman in a yellow shirt clasped her hands behind her hands and looked at the herb garden down the valley. Tang Ning hurriedly greeted her and explained, "Sister Fang, I've been waiting for a long time. I practiced too late yesterday and overslept."

Fang Liting glanced at him. She was a little curious about this new disciple of the Herbology Department. Because two years ago, this disciple with mediocre performance was summoned by the head alone and talked about some unknown secrets.

A secret, well, at least that's how it seemed to her.

It should be noted that there are more than a thousand disciples of the Qianyi Sect. How many of them can be summoned by the leader?

These people are either talented new star disciples or influential figures who have made great achievements. No matter how you look at them, these two have nothing to do with the ordinary person in front of you.

What an honor it was to be summoned alone by the master. No one in the Herbal Medicine Department had ever received such treatment. Not to mention herself, even her master, a foundation-building monk had never been summoned alone by the master. When she mentioned this matter When I told the master, he only said: "Don't be troublesome."

After two years of observation, she was sure that this was an ordinary disciple who couldn't be more ordinary. He had dull qualifications and mediocre appearance. He took what he deserved and was greedy when he deserved it. He was ignored by everyone. After practicing for two years, he was able to reach the second level of Qi Refining. At such a high level, how could such a person be qualified to be taken seriously by the leader?

"People from Yuan Yidian will be inspecting these two days. Please be careful and don't get caught." Fang Liting said.

The deacon of the Herbology Department is a foundation-building monk named Ma Wen. Tang Ning has never seen him in the two years since she came here. He has not even been present at the annual reward and punishment meeting of the Herbology Department. Therefore, the actual manager of the Herbology Department is Fang Liting. , many things are decided by her words.

This is not a unique phenomenon in the Herbal Medicine Department, it is the same in the entire Qianyi Sect. The deacons of each department are foundation-building monks. They only focus on practicing, leaving all the following chores to the next disciple to handle, and the assigned disciple becomes The actual person in charge of Corey.

Frankly speaking, Fang Liting is a pretty good person. Not to mention how good she is, at least she won't make things difficult for people like them who work below her, and she will occasionally give them a few nudges.

"Yes, I know, I almost forgot to congratulate Senior Sister Fang," Tang Ning said.

The last time I saw Fang Liting, she was still at the ninth level of Qi refining, but today I saw her at the tenth level of Qi refining. Although it was only one step forward, this step was a gap. I don’t know how many practitioners have died trapped in Qi refining throughout the ages. Nine floors.

When you reach the tenth level of Qi refining, you only need to accumulate your body's spiritual energy to the Great Perfection, and then you can try to build the foundation. Once the foundation building is successful, your lifespan will be doubled. The average life span of a foundation-building monk is between two hundred and three hundred years. The longest lifespan in the Qi Refining Realm is only one hundred and fifty years old.

"Cultivation is the foundation of a monk. The responsibilities of the sect cannot be neglected, but you cannot slacken your practice because of this. You must work harder." Fang Liting said and left with the red flying sword.

During the Qi refining stage, the monks can only use the power of magic weapons to fly into the air at most. Only when the foundation is successfully established can they release their spiritual energy, form a spiritual energy shield, and fly.

There are upper and lower magic weapons. Fang Liting's red flying sword is a top-grade magic weapon, while Tang Ning's purple gold gourd is the lowest-grade magic weapon. It can only be used for flight and has no combat effectiveness.

Around midnight in the afternoon, Tang Ning was watering and fertilizing the herbs in the herb garden. Two men in Tsing Yi with flying swords came over. They stopped at the top of the valley and looked at it for a while before leaving.

That's right, those two people were the inspectors of Yuan Yidian. They were very casual. They didn't ask questions or take notes. They took a few glances and left.

In fact, if the sect had not stipulated that every property must be inspected on site, they would not even take a look.

The herb garden managed by Tang Ning is full of low-level herbs. Those who can enter the Yuanyi Palace are elite disciples with good qualifications. They are not short of elixirs, and they look down on these low-level herbs and elixirs. Even if they check carefully, Nothing could be found.

The number of medicinal herbs reported and the actual number of medicinal herbs planted are not equal at all. For example, Bu Keli received a thousand medicinal herb seeds from Yuan Yidian, but planted only fifteen hundred seeds, and one thousand seeds. The quantity is reported to the sect, and a thousand quantities of medicinal herbs will be handed over at that time.

The remaining five hundred, excluding some that were resold privately by the managers, the rest belong to the department.

Disciples like Tang Ning don't know how much the department has received from the sect, nor do they know exactly how much they have to submit to the sect.

Only Ma Wen and Fang Liting knew this.

Moreover, medicinal herb seeds have a survival rate. Just like alchemy, there is a certain failure rate in alchemy. This kind of thing is difficult to understand clearly. The disciples of Yuan Yidian know this, so they will not waste time. They will only check carefully on some important properties, and will leave a certain amount of leeway.

This has been going on for so many years, and the managers with real power in the core department are very clear about the scale, even if there are some small losses and things that cannot be accounted for. As long as you don't go too far and just find an excuse to make things right, your superiors won't pursue it too closely.

In the following days, Tang Ning spent two hours every day in addition to watering and fertilizing the herb garden, and practicing cultivation.

In less than two months, the pills bought from Wu Datong were used up.

On this day, Tang Ning woke up from a state of trance, opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air. After tasting the benefits of the elixir, she returned to the initial state of practice, introduced the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refined the spiritual energy, and felt her spiritual power increase. Slow as a snail.

People! It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

He had to find a way to earn some spiritual stones. Tangning sat on the bamboo bed with his back against the wall and thought about it. He had been thinking about this for a long time. Is there any way to earn spiritual stones?

Now he has three customers in the herb garden, and Mu Pingbo is just one of them.

It would be great if I could make elixirs myself. There would be no need to sell medicinal herbs to them cheaply and sell them into elixirs, which would be a huge profit.

He had also thought about secretly trying to refine alchemy, but this thing was a purely manual work with a very high technical content, and it had always been passed down by word of mouth between master and disciple. The ingredients of the elixir, the dosage of the herbs, the control of the fire, the temperature, and the secrets of the mind. These things are so small that they can't be figured out by blindfolding.

It would be a good idea to become a sales agent like Wu Datong, but I don't have his connections, and I don't know what method he used to get those pills.

Besides pills, what other options are there?

Tang Ning sat on the bamboo bed and meditated hard.