Chapter 89
The upcoming sect mission of the Zuo Dao monk level made Wang Hao feel an inexplicable burden.
The key is that Yu Changchun, who had promised to help Wang Yan arrange simple tasks before, was really unreliable.
Didn't bring any useful information.
And in these days full of worries, Wang Yan finally ushered in the wave of pheasant chicks breaking out of their shells.
Each little guy, who looks like a glutinous rice dumpling, pecks out a bulge in the eggshell bit by bit with his tender little mouth, and then pecks it open bit by bit.
The little eyes looked at the outside world through these small holes.
This process usually takes half a day or even two days.
And if this time is exceeded, Wang Yan will have to personally help the chicks break out of their shells to prevent them from suffocating inside.
Even so, Wang Hao found that some chicks still died in their eggs because they did not receive timely help.
There was no way, there were just too many eggs, and even if he had sharp senses, it would be difficult for him to notice them all.
The hens were relieved. During the twenty or so days of incubation, in addition to taking in necessary food, they lay in their nests almost all day long, trying their best to ensure that the eggs were heated evenly.
It's so tiring.
The originally plump body became quite deflated.
And their hard work paid off gratifyingly - Wang Yan harvested nearly 3,000 rare chicken cubs.
Well, Wang Yan is indeed very happy.
In order to repay the efforts of the hens, Wang Yan specially added some more spiritual insects and spiritual grain chaff to them, and then planned to use the 'Yuan Yang Reversal Technique' to extract the Yuan Yang in a few days, and then fill it up with the hens.
The hens were not aware of Wang Yan's sinister intentions at all, and they rushed towards the chicken feed with their chicks.
At this moment, the chicken farm looked really spectacular.
The crispy glutinous rice dumplings followed the big hen one after another, stumbling, falling down from time to time, and then getting up with their fluffy short wings... Looking at the
scene in front of him, Wang Yan couldn't bear to watch anymore.
I collected common rare eggs from the chicken farm. During this period, I collected more than 10,000 eggs.
Leave part of it cooked and fed to the yellow-throated turtles.
Others were packed up one by one and brought to Nanhufang Market several times to be sold to the 'Spiritual Food Shop'.
In exchange for 9 spiritual stones.
After selling out, he walked around the market and found that Yu Yu hadn't come yet, and the market was obviously much more lively.
There are a lot more new faces.
There was even a stall area.
But there were not many people setting up stalls inside, only about a dozen monks. -
Wang Ba's heart moved, and he suddenly thought about setting up a stall to sell soul chickens.
Now, although he is still at the first level of Qi Refining, he is still a monk, so selling soul chickens is not out of the ordinary.
However, when he found the middle-aged deacon who managed the stall area, he unexpectedly learned that only Tianmen Cult monks or fifth-level lay cultivators or above could have the authority to set up stalls.
"Fifth-level outsider cultivator?"
Wang Yan was confused. When did this system come out?
"It's on the Tianmen Order. You can see it if you pour your magic power into it."
The deacon of the stall area said impatiently.
Wang Hao quickly injected his magic power, and the Tianmen Order quickly raised a tiny screen of light. In an inconspicuous corner, he actually saw his own level.
"Level one."
"Well...what do I need to do if I want to advance to level five?"
Wang Hao asked with a shy face.
The middle-aged deacon glanced at him sideways: "Just you? You will never be promoted to level five in your life!"
Wang Hao was not angry when he heard this. He had seen this kind of contempt and disdain too many times. This level of ridicule did not waver at all. Can't understand his Taoist heart.
With a smile on his face, he stuffed a piece of spiritual stone calmly.
The deacon rubbed the spirit stone in his hand and said naturally: "Ahem, it may not be impossible to reach level five."
Although a spirit stone is not much, it is free after all.
The deacon explained very responsibly:
"Although the left-behind monks outside the sect do not join the sect, they are driven by our sect after all, and they can be regarded as having great achievements in their hard work. Therefore, in order to allow some people who are aspiring to immortality to have a chance, the previous sect leader gave the outsiders The Zuodao monks have left one way, which is to advance to a higher level."
"First level is the lowest, and fifth level is the highest. After level five, you can officially join our sect, and your status in the sect will be judged based on your cultivation and merits. "
"Each level has different authority."
"Level one can stay within the sphere of influence of our Tianmen Sect and be protected by our religion. Except that they do not enjoy the benefits of monks of our religion, it is almost the same." "Second
level There are some discounts for buying and selling in the teaching market at level 3. At level 3, you can borrow our teaching’s teleportation array and travel between the five locations of our teaching. At level 4...level 5, you can set up a stall in the market, of course. , taxes are collected, and the income tax is 50%..." "
And if you want to upgrade your level, it is very simple. There are three ways: complete the tasks under my sect, make merit when my sect is recruited, and do your best to my sect. There are other contributions."
Wang Yan was really convinced by the evil intentions of the Tianmen Sect.
He is a fifth-level leftist monk, and he sets up a stall to sell things, but he still charges 50% tax!
This is even more cruel than Zhou Bapi!
Doesn’t anyone just barter?
"Oh, by the way, when you spend the spirit stone, it is best for both parties to record it with the Tianmen Order. It can also be used as a contribution value and can improve the level faster." "Of course,
this is limited to transactions with shops in Hefang City. Others You won’t admit it,”
the deacon reminded.
Wang Ba was speechless. He knew that Tianmen Sect would not leave such a big loophole.
Of course, there will definitely still be loopholes, but generally speaking, as long as you still want to stay in the Tianmen Sect, you can only grit your teeth and buy things in the Tianmen Sect's stores.
Wang Ba suddenly felt strange and pointed at the people in the stall area:
"They have reached level five so quickly? Hasn't it been more than a month? There are no tasks and recruitments yet, right?"
"Them?"
Deacon Touya Bu Ti: "They are several other monks stationed here. The teleportation array here was just set up a few days ago. They probably couldn't get along, so they came here to set up a stall."
Wang Hao was speechless.
Saying goodbye to the deacon, he couldn't help but walk around the stall area.
As a result, it was unexpectedly discovered that each of these monks carried a strong and ferocious aura. At first glance, they looked like fierce men who had experienced battles for a long time.
And when he looked down, he could vaguely see blood stains on the magical artifacts and elixir bottles sold at the stall...
To be honest, if he hadn't known that no one in Jianneifang City would dare to do anything, he would definitely have seen such a murderous person. How far away.
But soon, he stopped in front of a gray-clothed monk who was meditating with his eyes closed.
The main reason is that the other party not only sells things, but also pulls a piece of cloth next to it, which says that he wants to buy a large number of low-grade spiritual beasts, regardless of race.
But Wang Hao caught a glimpse of a storage bag on the other side's stall that was still stained with a trace of blood.
Just as he was about to talk to the monk, he noticed that the middle-aged steward of the stall area came over. He turned to the gray-clothed monk with a serious face and shouted coldly: "
Yang Cheng, don't you think you have a long life! How dare you collect things like this!" "
The gray-clothed monk quickly opened his eyes and suddenly smiled: "It turns out to be Deacon Zhong. Haha, don't worry, my purchase price is lower than the price in the shop, so I won't take away the shop's business." "That won't work either
. ! If the inspectors see this, they will blame me for poor management! Put it away quickly! If it hangs up again, you will never come to this market again!" "Yes, yes, yes! I listen to you!" Gray-
clothed
monk Yang Cheng quickly pulled off the cloth next to him.
The middle-aged deacon left after seeing this.
Seeing the deacon leave, the smile on Yang Cheng's face suddenly faded, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.
Wang Yan watched the whole process. He originally wanted to exchange the spiritual chicken for the storage bag, but now he has no intention of doing so.
Such a vicious person not only holds grudges, but is also good at covering up. He doesn't want to have any contact with such a person.
He visited Zhuanfang Market again, but he couldn't afford what he wanted, and he didn't really need the cheap one, so in the end he didn't spend a single spirit stone.
After hesitating for a moment, he went to the 'First-Level Training Room' in the center of Fang City and asked, and got a price that left him speechless.
"10 spiritual stones for one hour, the price of one-time experience for one person!" "Next time, I
will need 30 spiritual stones for one hour!"
"This is a first-level training room with a high-grade spiritual vein structure, and the concentration of spiritual energy is very high. , which will allow you to practice continuously."
The bald monk guarding him recommended it eloquently.
Wang Ba was finally persuaded.
The main reason is that I have been worried that there will be some too difficult tasks next, and it will be troublesome if I need to practice.
So in the end, he gritted his teeth and used the remaining spirit stones, plus the spirit stones he had just sold the eggs to activate the Tianmen Order, and practiced for an hour under the witness of the Tianmen Order.
Place one of the two hourglass timers outside and bring the other into the practice room.
The training room is very small, less than one foot in length and width.
There is only one futon in the middle.
There are no other modifications at all.
Wang Ba didn't care. As soon as he came in, he raced to sit down and started running the "Four Imperial Techniques of Renshui".
As soon as it started operating, he immediately discovered the beauty of this training room!
Rich spiritual energy is crowding in from all directions!
If he were to absorb spiritual energy at the chicken farm, even if he dragged and dragged him, he couldn't catch much even with all his strength.
So here, the abundant spiritual energy is completely swarming into your Dantian!
There is no need for him to spend time sorting out attributes and attracting guidance.
Over time, the efficiency dropped by more than ten times.
It didn't take long for a wisp of gas-like mana to quickly condense successfully.
Not only that, every pore of the body is being nourished and washed by the ubiquitous spiritual energy.
My body and mind seem to have been sublimated!
With that kind of refreshing feeling, Wang Hao almost couldn't help but shout out.
So cool!
He finally understood why Lin Yu from Dingjiuzhuang wanted to rub someone else's spiritual veins despite all kinds of rumors.
To be honest, he is willing too!
Soon, an hour passed by in a hurry, and I felt the sudden interruption of the spiritual energy around me, and I suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling.
But feeling that there were 40 more gas-like mana in his dantian, Wang Yan still showed a satisfied smile from the bottom of his heart.
If calculated based on 30 spiritual stones per hour, it is actually not as cost-effective as eating the spiritual chicken.
But he can eat one spiritual chicken in a day, and one male spiritual chicken can refine 5 rays of mana.
He needs to eat for eight days to catch up to this hour.
Although it is possible, it is indeed too slow.
Reluctantly leaving the training room and touching his withered pocket, Wang Yan suddenly had a new direction.
Before he had gone far, he was suddenly stopped by an old woman with heavy makeup and a smile:
"Fellow Taoist, would you like to come and see our training room? We also have spiritual veins here."
( End of this chapter)