The immortals of the two worlds started from farming and refining pills.

Chapter 93 Li Qing Riding the Dragon, Building the Foundation Industry (Requesting Full Order)
Sang Yuwan kept the question a secret: "Daoyou, do you know the four essentials of cultivation?"

Li Qing held the jade cup and sipped the spiritual tea: "It's nothing more than wealth, companion, law, and land. Who in the cultivation world doesn't know this?"

Sang Yuwan clapped his hands and laughed, "That's right. Cultivation emphasizes this, and my Sang family's dragon breeding is also inseparable from these four words."

"Wealth is the food that feeds the dragon, companions are the people who raise the dragon, magic is the secret to transforming the dragon, and land is the spiritual vein that breeds the dragon."

Li Qing frowned and said, "What do you mean, fellow Daoist? Please speak clearly."

Sang Yuwan laughed and pointed to the vast lake in the distance: "Daoyou, how about coming to see my Yanglong Lake?"

As Li Qing looked around, he saw vast misty waves, the water was clear as a mirror, five-colored lotus flowers stood tall and pure, green water chestnuts and sunflowers shimmered in the waves, clever fish were playing in the water, and cranes were circling above.

There were also members of the Sang family who rowed boats in the lake, feeding dragon seeds, catching magical fish, collecting snails, clams and beautiful pearls. The fishermen sang to each other, and the scene was prosperous.

He praised sincerely, "The atmosphere is extraordinary, the legendary blessed land is no more than this."

Sang Yuwan's smile faded a little: "It's just a shiny donkey dung egg."

Li Qing was not prepared for such vulgar words and could not help choking. After a long while, he replied, "Why do you say that, Fellow Daoist Sang?"

Sang Yuwan sighed, "My Sang family has owned Yanglong Lake for more than 800 years. Our ancestor started the business alone in a small boat, and then he had a son. The son had a grandson, and the grandson had a son. The son had a son, and the son had a grandson."

"Now that eight hundred years have passed, do you know how many cultivators there are in my Yanglong Lake? How many spiritual veins are needed to support so many cultivators?"

Li Qing was stunned: The Li family had also experienced this. In the past, the three families ruled Qinghe Valley, and the spiritual veins were not enough to support too many cultivators.

For this reason, those with inferior spiritual roots in the clan were not allowed to enter the clan. They either had to be content to be ordinary people and live a mediocre life, or learn basic skills and go out to explore the world with the meager resources provided by the clan.

However, he had never imagined that the Sang family, which monopolized a sacred lake and inherited the legacy of the Yuanying Zhenjun, would face such a predicament.

"But what does this have to do with what you are asking for?" Li Qing was a little puzzled.

At this time, a pot of spiritual tea was just finished. Sang Yuwan did not make more tea, but stood up suddenly and said, "Follow me, Taoist friend."

After saying that, he took out a copper whistle and blew it gently. A sound wave that was inaudible to human ears spread far away.

"Roar——" A majestic dragon roar came from the Yanglong Lake ahead.

Li Qing turned his head and saw a huge figure ten feet long, cutting through the waves. It was so imposing and intimidating.

He looked closely and found that it was a strange beast that looked like a blood eel.

It just has a slightly wider head with a circle of orange hair, not as ugly as an eel. A pair of disproportionately small claws extend from its lower abdomen, but it paddles very quickly.

What shocked Li Qing was that this strange beast actually had the power of an early foundation-building stage. Needless to say, it was a second-order lower-grade dragon species.

The dragon swam to the water pavilion, nodded at Li Qing, then rubbed its big head in front of Sang Yuwan, calling out "嘤嘤嘤".

Sang Yuwan smiled and patted its forehead: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Brother Li. This is the dragon species that I have cultivated with my life, the Blood Turbulence Dragon Eel, named Ao Lan. Ao Lan, this is Brother Li Qing from Qinghe Valley."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Li! Your demeanor is impressive." Ao Lan seemed to have not yet refined his transverse bone, and could only speak with his spiritual consciousness, which sounded quite majestic.

Li Qing did not neglect and returned the greeting seriously: "Hello, Daoist Fellow Ao. Daoist Fellow is very powerful. Daoist Fellow Sang is really envious of you for accompanying him."

In Dantian, Ah Sun was a little unhappy: "Aiya!"

Acao and the other two hurried over to rub against it, making sounds like "wuli", "guka" and "guji", and soon they were in a mess again.

Ao Lan was very pleased with it and nodded repeatedly towards Li Qing: "Daoyou really has good vision!"

Sang Yuwan smiled and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Li and Ao Lan are so compatible, would you like to ride a dragon with me to a place?" Li Qing bowed slightly and said, "How dare I disobey you?"

After that, under Sang Yuwan's guidance, the two of them rode the wind and stood above Ao Lan's head.

Ao Lan roared, turned around, and gently waved his two little paws, rising from the surface of the lake, riding the wind to a mountain in the distance.

Riding a dragon, even if it is just a dragon eel, is a very special experience for Li Qing.

He stood on the dragon's head with his hands behind his back, the wind from the sky blowing towards him, his clothes fluttering, his long black hair dancing, and he looked as graceful as an immortal.

He turned his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Sang, it is said that the secret method of cultivation in Yanglong Lake is to choose a dragon species to practice with."

"If a cultivator breaks through to the foundation building stage, or a dragon species breaks through to the second stage, the other party will also be promoted. Is this true?"

Sang Yuwan said calmly, "It is true. Many of my colleagues around Xuefeng Lake know about it."

Li Qing couldn't help but ask curiously, "In the past eight hundred years, the Sang family has produced six great foundation-building masters. I would like to ask if the dragon seeds that these predecessors nurtured are still there after they passed away?"

It’s late in the evening but I smile without saying a word.

Li Qing realized that the foundation-building combat power was related to the family's heritage, so it was naturally inconvenient to disclose it, so he changed the subject: "Where are you going to take me?"

"It's just ahead." Sang Yuwan pointed to a sacred peak in the west. Soon, Ao Lan sent the two there.

Li Qing floated down from the dragon head on the wind, looked up and saw red magical herbs growing all over the mountains. The lake breeze blew and rolled up scarlet waves, which was a beautiful sight.

He concentrated his mind and discovered that this magical herb was somewhat similar to ambergris, except that its leaves were larger and it had small yellow bell-like flowers. Its scent was mellower than that of ambergris.

Judging from its aura, if it is based on the six-level and eighteen-grade classification set by the Yuan Emperor, this spiritual herb is only a second-level low-grade one. But since it can be grown on a large scale, its value is much higher.

"Could this be the Sang family's unique spiritual plant, the dragon bell flower?" Li Qing's heart moved.

Sang Yuwan nodded slightly: "It is the dragon bell flower. Most of the dragon-raising secret medicines prepared by my Sang family use this flower."

Li Qing was surprised: "Since this is the Sang family's secret, why did you bring me here?"

Sang Yuwan sighed: "Daoyou, do you still remember what I just said? My Sang family has an endless supply of descendants, but the spiritual veins are difficult to increase. Now we can't bear the burden."

Li Qing suddenly had an idea: "Please enlighten me, fellow Taoist."

Sang Yuwan pointed to the sea of ​​flowers ahead and said, "My Sang family has decided to turn this sacred peak into a cave for cultivators, but we cannot grow so many dragon bell flowers."

"I heard that you have made great achievements in spiritual plants. Would you be willing to make a deal with me?"

Li Qing's mind raced: "Just say it."

Sang Yuwan laughed and said, "I would like to give you the spiritual seeds of the dragon bell flower and the secret method of cultivating it. You just need to sign a contract not to pass it on to others and sell me fifty acres of dragon bell flowers every year."

Li Qing couldn't help but frowned: "How can you be willing to share this secret with me?"

"It's just a spiritual plant. It's nothing compared to my secret dragon-raising method." Sang Yuwan smiled. "The Fan family is willing to give up even the Pure Heart Bitter Bamboo, so why shouldn't I?"

Li Qing looked at the swaying dragon bell flowers in front of him, and found a very appropriate word from his almost forgotten memories: industrial transfer?
After the Li family was promoted to a foundation-building family, they have yet to find a suitable livelihood that can allow them to gain a foothold at the foundation-building level.

Li Qing was silent for a moment, but finally agreed: "Please ask Daoyou to draw up the contract. But Daoyou, don't forget to help me enlighten the dragon vein of the dragon whisker golden carp."

Sang Yuwan clapped his hands and laughed: "This is easy."

(End of this chapter)