Longevity: Start by refreshing your entries through farming.

Chapter 51 Elder Zhuang Xiran

Early morning two days later.

After Qin Ming made some preparations, he left the courtyard.

Outside Qingyang Market.

Qin Ming slapped his storage bag, and a top-grade spiritual light shuttle floated in front of him.

He couldn't hide his excitement, he stepped on it and then activated his magic power.

Whoosh!
The spiritual light shuttle turned into a stream of green light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

This was not Qin Ming's first time riding a flying magic weapon, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Qin Ming piloted the shuttle, and after flying for a while with some bumps and bruises, he got used to this state and began to feel at ease.

He looked at the scenery rapidly receding beneath his feet, and suddenly felt relaxed and free.

The vast Yunze wilderness below is covered with endless forests and swamps, and mountains and lush greenery. Some areas are shrouded in poisonous miasma that blocks out the sky all year round, like a series of natural barriers, with wild insects and ferocious beasts lurking among them.

Half an hour later.

Qin Ming drove the spiritual light shuttle and came to a huge mountain range.

I saw the highest peak piercing the sky, with steep cliffs on both sides, rolling and undulating, with no end in sight.

The green mountains are hidden and the white mist is hazy.

Wisps of green smoke and mist were lingering around the mountainside, swirling upwards. The higher they went, the thicker the clouds and mist became and the more they condensed together.

The main peak of the entire Yunmang Mountain is like a vast and powerful dragon, entrenched on the top of the sea of ​​clouds.

The branch of Lingyu Sect is located on the second-level spiritual vein here.

There are many fairy palaces on the top of the mountain, and the ancient palaces and houses are majestic.

Even though this is just the headquarters of a branch sect, it exudes unparalleled grandeur.

As Qin Ming approached in the flying shuttle, cultivators driving magic boats kept passing by him.

There is a protective formation on the main peak, and Qin Ming landed on a huge white jade square in front of the mountain gate.

A large number of monks have gathered in the square, and it seems that they have all been invited to attend the lectures of Elder Zhuang.

The monks lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for their identities to be checked before entering the mountain gate.

When it was Qin Ming's turn, he showed the jade talisman and the guard let him pass after checking. However, when he saw that Qin Ming was a spiritual farmer from the Lingyu Sect, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Qin Ming took the jade guide given by the guard and followed the winding mountain road and stone steps until he arrived in front of a huge hall.

Wuzhen Hall.

This is where the elders of Lingyu Sect usually give lectures.

Qin Ming walked in and found that the space was very spacious, with simple decorations and rows of antique tables and chairs neatly arranged.

At this time, more than 300 cultivators had gathered in the hall. Most of them were from the Lingyu Sect, but there were also independent cultivators like him who had rushed over from the Qingyang Market.

Many monks gathered in twos and threes to chat before the classes started.

Qin Ming randomly found a seat in the middle back and sat down.

There was nothing to do at the moment, so he took out a book on spiritual plants and started reading it.

At this time.

A voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, hello. I see you are the spiritual plant master of Lingyu Sect?"

Hearing this, Qin Ming turned around and looked, and saw that the other party was a thin middle-aged casual cultivator.

"I'm just a spiritual farmer." Qin Ming replied bluntly.

The skinny monk made a surprised expression and said, "It seems that you are very lucky to have obtained a jade talisman."

"Alas, I'm different. I spent most of my fortune to get such a jade talisman from Mingzhenlou. It's such a rip-off."

The skinny monk pretended to be in great pain, then lowered his voice and said, "Do you know why Elder Zhuang of Lingyu Sect suddenly wanted to give a public lecture this time?"

Qin Ming looked confused and shook his head, "I don't know."

"Didn't they say that they were going to select disciples through this public lecture?" A cultivator at the nearby table came over and interjected.

The skinny monk looked at the other person with great disdain, and then said, "What do you think? Would these sects be so kind as to accept disciples instead of their own disciples, and instead give them to outsiders?"

"What are you thinking? You are too naive, fellow Taoist!"

Qin Ming frowned when he heard this, and felt that what the other party said made some sense.

As soon as the thin monk said this, several monks around him came over.

"My fellow Daoist, it seems that you know the inside story. Tell us quickly." The thin monk cleared his throat, a smug look on his face, and continued in a low voice: "As far as I know, Elder Zhuang Xiran of Lingyu Sect has a very strange temper. He doesn't like to show off his martial arts, but his strength is unfathomable."

"He rarely asks about the affairs of the sect. He is obsessed with the way of spiritual plants all year round. He has no children. He only has three disciples, two first-level upper-grade spiritual plant masters, and one first-level middle-grade spiritual plant master."

"But it is said that his three disciples are much inferior to the other elders' disciples in their attainments in spiritual plants."

"This public lecture and examination to recruit disciples must have a purpose."

Having said this, the thin monk stopped talking and looked around at the monks who were approaching him, whetting everyone's appetite.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. Come on, tell me! The class is about to start."

The lean monk smiled intriguingly and asked everyone, "Do you know the last test to be promoted to the second-level spiritual plant master?"

"Of course we know. Isn't it just a trial in the illusion of plants and trees?" everyone spoke up.

The thin monk shook his head, and then said a piece of news in a mysterious voice that surprised everyone present.

"You only know one side of the story, but not the other. This illusion of vegetation is within Lingyu Gate. Every ten years, a few strands of the legendary 'Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Trees' will be born."

"This 'Morning Energy of Ten Thousand Trees' is of infinite use even to a second-level spiritual plant master."

"Any spiritual plant master who can rank among the top in the Plant and Tree Illusion Trial will have the opportunity to obtain a ray of the Mother Qi of Ten Thousand Trees in the illusion."

"I think Elder Zhuang's mobilization this time is probably due to the Ten Thousand Wood Mother Qi."

"After a few years, this plant illusion will reach another ten-year cycle. Therefore, for cultivators below the first-level mid-grade spiritual plant master, forget about becoming the disciple of the village elder. At most, they can just listen to two days of lectures and gain some spiritual plant experience."

The thin monk had just finished speaking.

"Ah? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I am a low-grade spiritual plant master."

"Hey, me too!"

"Forget it, just think of it as spending a lot of money to listen to a class from a second-level superior spiritual plant master. It's worth it to gain some knowledge."

There was a sudden burst of sighs among the crowd.

Qin Ming fell into deep thought when he heard this. His primary goal was to pass the assessment of the plant illusion and successfully complete the promotion to the second-level spiritual plant master.

As for this 'Morning Energy of Ten Thousand Trees'.
"Well, we'll talk about it later!"

It’s hard to say whether Elder Zhuang Xiran thinks highly of me.

Although he is now a young mid-level spiritual plant master.

But after all, there are many talented disciples in Lingyu Sect.

Everyone was whispering.

The hour of Chen has arrived.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The bronze bell outside the Wuzhen Hall rang three times.

Under the attention of all the monks.

An old man with white hair and a youthful face walked into the hall with his hands behind his back. In an instant, a terrifying aura of the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly descended.

The hall immediately became silent, and one could hear a pin drop.

Elder Zhuang Xiran was dressed in a gray and white Taoist robe, his hair and beard were all white, his face was ruddy, his eyes were deep, and he looked like an immortal.

It was also the first time that Qin Ming saw a powerful cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. His eyes widened and he was slightly shocked.

Elder Zhuang Xiran walked to the first seat in the center and sat down, then slowly asked, "I guess everyone here is a spiritual plant master."

"Well, before I start my lecture, I would like to ask a question."

"What is a spiritual plant master?"

……

at the same time.

Ten miles outside the Lingyumen Mountain Gate, there is a hidden valley entrance.

Five monks wearing masks and shrouded in black robes stood on the edge of the cliff, looking far away in the direction of Lingyu Gate.

"Brother, I didn't expect that old man Zhuang's class would attract so many people. It seems there are quite a few fat sheep among them!"

"Should we?"

A tall monk standing in the middle of the five people said calmly: "Let's do business first. Didn't you listen to what I said?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the black-robed monk who had just spoken shuddered and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)