Time flies, and two years passed in a flash.
On the slope, under the spiritual peach tree, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on the cross section of a wooden pile, closing his eyes and practicing. At this time, he was surrounded by clouds and mist that did not dissipate.
Behind him, the spiritual peach tree had grown to more than two meters tall, with a bright spiritual light all over its body. The surface of its branches, as thick as arms, was covered with fine scales, and the peach leaves were like jade, emitting little white light.
Over the past two years, as the mysterious peach tree gradually recovered and grew, it had brought Zhao Sheng considerable surprises.
A year ago, the concentration of spiritual energy in the cave slowly returned to normal, and at that time, Zhao Sheng suddenly discovered that this grafted spiritual peach tree could naturally gather wood and water spiritual energy.
At first, the concentration of spiritual energy only increased slightly.
But recently, Zhao Sheng was delighted to find that within three meters of the spiritual peach tree, the concentration of spiritual energy was no less than that of a first-level spiritual vein.
In particular, the spiritual peach tree mainly absorbs wood-type spiritual energy, and the remaining majority of water-type spiritual energy actually benefits Zhao Sheng.
In addition, the Cloud-Scattering Robe also partially functions as a spirit-gathering array.
When the two are combined, Zhao Sheng's cultivation level improves a bit faster than Taiwushan's.
An hour later, Zhao Sheng slowly stopped practicing, and Zhao Xuanjing seemed to arrive under the spiritual peach tree at the right time.
Zhao Sheng opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Xuanjing, and asked, "Have you finished your homework?"
Zhao Xuanjing frowned and whispered, "Not yet! I failed again."
Zhao Sheng frowned upon hearing this and scolded, "In three months, you've wasted hundreds of pieces of talisman paper, and you haven't succeeded in even one. How can I say anything good about you?"
"Seventh Uncle, that magma symbol is too difficult to draw. It's better not to learn it." Zhao Xuanjing resisted with a rare effort.
"If you don't learn to draw talismans, what can you do? You can't even refine weapons, let alone the delicate work of refining pills. Are you going to end up learning the hard work of building houses and houses like those spiritual craftsmen?"
Zhao Xuanjing's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Seventh Uncle, I love opening caves the most. This secret house in our family was opened by me. Building houses is also fine. I think being a spirit craftsman is not bad either!"
Zhao Sheng suddenly jumped up, slapped him on the waist, and scolded him: "Good ass! I spent so much effort to help you build your foundation, not to make you a craftsman. Besides, how many of those spiritual craftsmen can actually build a foundation?"
Zhao Xuanjing had thick skin and didn't feel a slap on his face.
He was only eighteen years old, but he was nearly ten feet tall, with a huge body like an iron tower, looking like a giant.
Zhao Sheng stood beside him, as short as a child.
It is difficult to say whether this is a problem of natural constitution or the result of practicing "Infinite Thick Earth Art".
In fact, at this point, Zhao Sheng himself was about to give up.
Apart from his decent training speed and a few earth-based spells, Zhao Xuanjing's other abilities are a mess.
To say that he is stupid is a compliment to him, he is simply a blockhead.
"Forget it. Since you can't learn it, you don't need to draw talismans anymore. There are two body-refining techniques in the Sutra Library, one of which is a fragment of the "Xuanhuang War Body". You should learn that one to avoid wasting your gifted body."
"Uncle Qi, I've actually learned it."
After Zhao Xuanjing finished speaking, his body suddenly grew three times larger, and the exposed skin instantly gained a layer of gray-white rock armor. A layer of yellow halo burst out from his body surface, making him look like a giant spirit.
"Good boy, you have learned to hide things from me." Zhao Sheng laughed and scolded when he saw this.
"I'm afraid you'll scold me, aren't I?" Zhao Xuanjing touched his head and said embarrassedly.
"Scolding you is too mild. Since you learned the body-building technique so quickly, why didn't you tell me earlier? It would have saved me from getting angry so much."
"Seventh Uncle, Xuan Jing knows he was wrong."
"You are right, I am wrong!" Zhao Sheng patted Zhao Xuanjing's arm and sighed at last.
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From then on, Zhao Sheng only paid attention to Zhao Xuanjing's cultivation and no longer interfered with his other actions.
Zhao Xuanjing was almost overjoyed at his seventh uncle's letting go, so the third round of large-scale cave reconstruction began on the slope.
As the days passed, a large number of new stone chambers, stone tables, stone benches, and even stone men and stone sculptures were opened up and sculpted by Zhao Xuanjing.
In the end, Zhao Sheng looked at the hundreds of empty stone chambers with an extremely helpless expression.
Another month passed, and the illusion array outside the slope suddenly fluctuated, and then two figures rushed into the slope from outside.
Under the spiritual tree, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, and a happy smile instantly appeared on his face.
The people who came were none other than Zhao Jinjian and Zhao Keru.
Zhao Sheng landed in front of the two of them and looked at the much younger Zhao Keru. He asked excitedly, "Uncle Ru, you have advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage."
Zhao Keru couldn't help but smile and nodded, "Yes! Thanks to your Red Fire Ganoderma."
"Great! Now the family has two foundation-building cultivators. We no longer have to worry about the risk of decline."
Just as Zhao Sheng finished speaking, Zhao Xuanjing suddenly shouted in surprise from the other side of the cave: "Dad, why are you here?!"
"You little bastard, look, your father is here, aren't you happy?"
"No!"
Zhao Xuanjing hurried over, bent down as much as he could, and looked at his father in a flattering manner.
Zhao Keru patted his head and sighed: "I haven't seen you for more than two years, and you have grown so tall."
"Dad, I have reached the fourth level of Qi Refining." Zhao Xuanjing said with a hint of boasting.
"Haha, the fourth level of Qi Refining is nothing. Your father has already established the foundation." Zhao Keru scolded with a smile.
"Really?!" Zhao Xuanjing's eyes lit up like light bulbs when he heard this.
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One day later, the medicinal field on the slope.
"Hey, who planted this? How can the ground fat be planted with the common grass? Don't you know that the two are mutually beneficial and mutually exclusive?"
"Alas, planting the Red Fire Ganoderma so densely is simply unprofessional. The Dragon-Hating Fruit loves water, look how wilted it is. It must be a special spiritual place here, otherwise most of the spiritual herbs would have died long ago."
Zhao Sheng sat under the peach tree, pretending to practice. He blushed slightly as he listened to Zhao Keru's constant chatter.
Back then, he knew nothing about pharmacology and planted those elixirs at random.
Seeing that the spiritual medicine was growing well in recent years, he didn't take good care of it.
But this is not a big mistake, just a small oversight.
With the help of a professional alchemist and pharmacist, not only was the sloped medicinal garden renovated, but even the Mountain Dragon Cave was used as a medicinal garden by Zhao Keru, where he planted medicinal herbs that prefer shade to sunlight, such as ground fat, ghost mushroom, longevity cattail, and six mysterious beads.
Ten days later, Zhao Sheng saw that Zhao Keru was completely enjoying it, so he followed Zhao Jinjian out of the secret residence and returned to Taiwu Mountain with peace of mind.
Having not been home for more than two years, Zhao Sheng heard that the younger generation in the Xiuxian School were causing some undue trouble and the learning atmosphere was getting worse day by day.
This time when he returns, he must put an end to this unhealthy trend as soon as possible, otherwise once it becomes a trend, it will be too late to correct it.
Seven days later, when Zhao Sheng walked onto the podium again, the sixteen people of the Xuan generation below were stunned and their bodies froze on the spot, as if petrified.
"Attend class!"