I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

Chapter 1261: After the modification: Chapter 1258 Little Emperor Jiang’s Pouch

The Fire God Ape has lived for countless years, sensing his impending demise, unable to resist the merciless Dao, appearing to be just a step away from becoming a Devil Saint, yet separated by a chasm as vast as the heavens.

Thus, in his later years, he developed a desire for delicacies, especially favoring fire attribute spirit fruits and strong spirit brews.

Lu Xuan specifically catered to his preferences, bringing Red Flaming Pear, Thunder Evil Spirit Lotus seeds, Green Lotus Wine, Ape Demon Wine, and more.

Though abundant, these treasures were far inferior compared to the Eighth Grade Bodhi he received from the Fire God Ape, not to mention the supreme Ninth Grade Lotus Platform he obtained from the White Light Group.

In high spirits, the Fire God Ape conversed with Lu Xuan for a while before returning to his slumber.

“Daoist Lu, thank you. It’s rare to see the Fire God Ape so delighted in the Fire God Palace.”

Yan Liuquan expressed his gratitude.

In some sense, the Fire God Ape is considered the emblem of the Fire God Palace. Many senior Primordial Infant True Monarchs in the palace have received his favor, including the Divinity Transformation Ancestor, who attempted various methods to extend his lifespan but with limited success.

“This is my promise to Senior Fire God Ape; naturally, I must strive to do my best.”

Lu Xuan spoke earnestly.

With Yan Liuquan’s enthusiastic hospitality, he toured the Fire God Palace, witnessing many strange and beautiful sights.

During his previous visit, he was not well-known in the Outer Sect, recognized only for his spirit planting skills, causing a minor friction with a Primordial Infant True Monarch over a strand of Divine Monkey Hair from the Fire God Ape.

This time, having advanced to the Mid Nascent Soul Stage and effortlessly suppressing cultivators of the same realm, his journey through the Fire God Palace was smooth, meeting only Primordial Infant cultivators who sought his acquaintance.

After more than ten days of exploration, he bid farewell to Yan Liuquan and the other cultivators.

Traversing various realms, he smoothly returned to the Sword Sect.

Returning to his cave abode, he took a moment to recuperate, then proceeded to the deepest part of Sword Peak.

Amidst the infinite Sword Qi, a white jade stone pillar extended into the unknown space, coiled around by an ancient Sword Serpent of strange form.

The Old Sword Serpent, like the Fire God Ape, was in deep slumber. Compared to their first meeting, the Sword Serpent emitted noticeably weaker white gleams, with its slender sword blades notably thinner.

Sensing Lu Xuan’s approach, the Old Sword Serpent’s eyelids struggled to open.

“Little friend Lu, you’ve come.”

“Yes, Senior. I brought you a few bottles of the finest True Sword Elixir.”

Lu Xuan respectfully said.

“Thoughtful indeed.”

The Old Sword Serpent’s aged voice echoed in Lu Xuan’s ears.

“Senior, I just returned from Senior Fire God Ape and brought back a message for you.”

Lu Xuan lightly coughed.

“Oh?”

The Old Sword Serpent slowly lifted his aged head.

“Senior Fire God Ape said, he wants to compete with you to see who has the longer lifespan.”

Lu Xuan did his best to embellish Fire God Ape’s words.

The Old Sword Serpent chuckled: “That old undying one would say that?”

“He’s probably hoping to witness my death before his!”

Lu Xuan was silent for a moment.

These two, having known each other for thousands of years, understood each other’s temperament perfectly. The Old Sword Serpent almost flawlessly relayed Fire God Ape’s words verbatim.

Not wanting to disturb the Old Sword Serpent’s rest further, he left after a while.

Back in his chamber, his White Lotus Avatar entered his personal spatial realm.

Sweeping his Divine Sense, he immediately noticed the remarkable changes in the Flowing Light Spirit Crane and the Wind Listening Beast.

Compared to before consuming half an Extreme Saint Demon Fruit, their demonic power had significantly increased, now possessing a faint Demon King aura.

The Flowing Light Spirit Crane, in its swift flight, suddenly heard a crisp call from afar, immediately turning and flying humbly towards the Fat Bird Wind Falcon.

Although the Fat Bird was only Fifth Rank, in terms of status, it firmly held a leading position among the numerous spirit beasts in the space.

The Fire Separation Flood Dragon and Green Mountain Scale were both hatched by it and had accompanied Lu Xuan for countless years, forging deep bonds.

The Flowing Light Spirit Crane, perceptive enough to recognize that despite being more powerful in strength and bloodline, its status in Lu Xuan’s heart was far inferior, thus always maintaining great respect towards the Fat Bird.

“At least it knows its place.”

Lu Xuan thought, amused, watching the scene.

The Wind Listening Beast was elusive, like the Cloud Leopard, independent and solitary, seldom seen except when summoned by Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan entered the Thunder Prison Beast Spirit Land; the Green Horn Thunder Son had been away longer than expected, still not returned.

However, he wasn’t overly concerned, knowing its ancient exotic beast bloodline and over ten thousand years of life, barely restored to its peak by the Tortoise-Crane Primordial Pill. Few in the cultivation world could capture it, so safety wasn’t a worry.

He entered the core area, where numerous high-grade thunder attribute spirit plants were cultivated.

The Eighth Grade plants thrived under the nourishment of the Blood Nether Thunder Gourd Gui Water Divine Thunder, growing well, though their growth was limited over the years. Regular cultivation could take centuries.

The Ninth Grade Yin Yang Thunder Extreme Wood grew extremely slowly, showing little progress since last time, but Lu Xuan remained patient and unhurried.

The Flying Thunder Ganoderma King, nurtured by treasures like the Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning Tablet and E-Mu Green Thunder Vine, grew rapidly with its Seventh Grade rank. Without Lu Xuan’s strong Divine Sense, it would be hard to find.

“The last Inch Wood has matured.”

After cultivating numerous spirit plants, Lu Xuan approached a semi-transparent spirit wood.

Ripples formed around the spirit wood, causing space to tremble, unveiling fine spatial cracks.

Mastering the partial Sleeve Dimension technique, Lu Xuan expertly sealed the spatial cracks.

Then, joining his hands, he pulled out the Inch Wood embedded in the depths of space.

Ignoring its quality, his attention turned to the emerging White Light Group.

The light pulsated, exuding an irresistible allure.

Lu Xuan held his breath, lightly touching the light’s surface.

Instantly, the light silently shattered, scattering into countless fine points, swiftly forming a slender light river, merging into Lu Xuan.

Simultaneously, a thought flashed through his mind.

[Received one Seventh Grade Inch Wood, acquired an Eighth Grade special treasure Small Dijiang Bag.]

The thought vanished, and a peculiar red bag appeared before him.

The bag gently swayed, seemingly alive, resembling a strange divine bird. Fine spatial cracks occasionally appeared around it, curving like strings, as if plucked by an unknown force, causing subtle spatial disturbances nearby.

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