I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

“What is this?”

Lu Xuan felt a slight tremor in his heart as he perceived the magnificent vitality emanating from the Spiritual Seeds in front of him.

“I’m not sure of the specific variety. I only know that it is of the ninth grade, and even in the cave heaven related to my Thunder Ox Clan, it is an extremely rare existence.”

“The Spiritual Seeds are born from infinite divine thunder, and their cultivation should be closely related to various types of spirit thunder and divine thunder. You young fellow, plant it and study it yourself.”

“Yes, elder.”

“Thank you, elder, for risking your life and going through so much trouble to find such precious Spiritual Seeds for this junior.”

Lu Xuan straightened his expression and bowed in gratitude.

“No need for such formalities between us.”

The Green Horn Thunder Son snorted, and thunderclouds billowed.

“You gave me several Tortoise-Crane Primordial Pills, allowing me to live for a few hundred more years. If I don’t find you a rare Spiritual Seed, it would indeed be unfair.”

“Alright, I consumed quite a bit on this outing. I need to rest well now, so I won’t see you off.”

The Green Horn Thunder Son gave Lu Xuan a nod and transformed into a blue-green bolt of lightning, appearing over ten miles away in an instant. Before descending, the sounds of thunderous snores echoed continuously.

Lu Xuan watched it leave, his gaze falling on the Spiritual Seeds in his hand.

The Spiritual Seeds exuded a faint blue glow inside and out. Though the glow seemed calm and peaceful, when explored with divine sense, it revealed a fearsome power. Vaguely visible on its surface were slender patterns which, upon closer examination, turned out to be spirit thunders as thin as hair strands.

“Mutations of the demonic tribe, or anything like that, are of little concern to a Spirit Plant Master like me. Right now, the most important thing is to understand the origin, cultivation method, and other details of this Spiritual Seed.”

Lu Xuan chuckled inwardly, then used the Xiao Space-Shift Technique to appear directly near a blank Spirit Field rich in Spiritual Energy.

He buried the faint blue Spiritual Seeds in the Spirit Field, focusing his mind on them. Instantly, a notion emerged in his Sea of Consciousness.

[Taiqing True Thunder Tree, ninth grade Spirit Plant, needs to be planted in a place rich and pure in Thunder spirit breath during its growth process, nourished and irrigated with high-rank divine thunder and Thunder Liquid. Its growth is extremely slow.]

[Its branches and leaves are high-quality materials for making high-rank Thunder Attribute Magical Treasures, with rank dependent on the years. After a thousand years, the Taiqing True Thunder Tree can produce a small amount of Taiqing True Thunder, which has powerful effects for tempering the flesh body and Divine Soul.]

[The Taiqing True Thunder Tree of ten thousand years is a rare tribulation treasure in the world, can help late Nascent Soul stage Great Cultivators resist the Divinity Transformation Tribulation, greatly improving the success rate of breakthrough.]

“It is indeed a ninth-grade Spirit Plant!”

Joy surged in Lu Xuan’s heart, and his gratitude towards the Green Horn Thunder Son deepened.

“This ninth-grade Taiqing True Thunder Tree is truly unparalleled. Its branches and leaves can be crafted into Thunder Attribute Magical Treasures, and it can also yield very rare Taiqing True Thunder, which can be used to temper the flesh body and Divine Soul.”

“More importantly, it can even help withstand the Divinity Transformation Tribulation.”

Breaking through to the Nascent Soul and breaking through to Divinity Transformation, the thunder tribulations between these two are entirely different levels. If he can cultivate this Taiqing True Thunder Tree to the ten thousand year stage, his chances of advancing to Divinity Transformation would be significantly increased.

“In a place rich in Thunder spirit breath, it can only be planted near the Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Tablet.”

He moistened the Taiqing True Thunder Tree Spirit Seeds with Spirit Rain, and then several strands of thin, light golden thunder light emerged from his fingertips. He carefully guided the thunder light to merge slowly into the Spiritual Seed.

After absorbing these Divine Thunder, Lu Xuan felt that the faint blue patterns inside the Spiritual Seed became much more vivid, as if infused with new life force.

“Hmm? Have you been attracted by this little guy?”

After cultivating for a while, with a flick of his sleeve, a human-shaped silver-white Ganoderma appeared in his hand.

The Ganoderma continuously emitted thunder light, its slender rhizomes flailing wildly, trying to free itself from Lu Xuan’s grasp.

This was precisely the eighth-grade Flying Thunder Ganoderma King. Its evasion abilities and sensitivity to Thunder Attribute Treasures were several times greater than that of ordinary Flying Thunder Ganoderma.

Indeed, as soon as the Taiqing True Thunder Tree Spirit Seed was planted, this elusive Ganoderma appeared nearby.

Fortunately, it was merely coveting the aura of the Spiritual Seed and posed no harm to it. Lu Xuan allowed it to cling on.

After cultivating all the Spirit Plants in his Personal Spatial one by one, he returned to his Cave Abode slightly fatigued.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Lu Xuan stayed within the Sword Sect, focusing on cultivating Spiritual Plants, raising Spirit Beasts, refining Treasure Items, and practicing various Divine Skills and Cultivation Techniques, oblivious to the disturbances of the outside world.

Regarding the demonic mutations in the Cultivation World, he did hear of them through exchanges with fellow disciples. Occasionally, reports came of some Nascent Soul “Cultivator” falling to demonic hands, or some sect power being invaded by demons, with none surviving.

Worse still, a small world had been ruthlessly invaded by demons, resulting in massive slaughter, with a thousand miles of desolation, turning it into a land ravaged by demons.

On this day, after visiting his old fellow disciple Ge Pu and heading back to his Cave Abode, he noticed something amiss within the Sword Sect.

Dongxuan Sword Sect, one of the foremost Sword Dao Sects across the heavens, typically operated with ease and composure, yet today appeared somewhat hurried, with sword lights swiftly flashing past Lu Xuan’s eyes.

“Junior Brother, please hold.”

Lu Xuan stopped a fellow “Cultivator” at the early Nascent Soul stage.

“So it’s Brother Lu from Huanzhen Sword Peak. I’m Nie Shaoyan from Heavenly Talisman Sword Peak, greeting Brother Lu.”

“Junior Brother Nie, why such haste? Has something significant happened in the sect?”

Lu Xuan returned the courtesy and inquired curiously.

“Indeed, it’s a major event unseen for a century.”

Nie Shaoyan paused and continued:

“A large-scale demon presence has appeared tens of thousands of miles near our sect’s Spirit Ruins Blessed Land. The demons are advancing aggressively and seem intent on invading the Spirit Ruins Blessed Land.”