Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 6: Victory is often decided before the battle

Jing Chan didn't seem to be in a hurry and explained in detail all the traces that appeared in the mountains.

Chen Jingle was like this. He originally planned to learn a few tricks casually, then find an opportunity to delay time, say goodbye and go home, and come back tomorrow. This way he could save himself a worry.

It's not about deceiving honest people or not doing what they promised, it's just basic vigilance.

There is no law in this era, and there is no third-party guarantee for cooperation, it all depends on the credibility of each other.

Then the logic is very clear. There is only a negligible trust basis between us, so how can we talk about cooperation?
Since you are looking for me to cooperate, of course you have to show sincerity, pay the deposit, and deliver the goods first, and then I will complete the subsequent cooperation. This is normal.

After several collaborations, consider further expanding the cooperation projects.

"The traces of wild animals, insects and snakes are roughly like this. If you look closely, there are many differences. However, these can only be accumulated through years of hunting experience. The next step is spiritual perception, also known as qi reading..."

"Everything in the world has spiritual power. Although I can only roughly identify it, I can tell which traces of spiritual power belong to cultivators and which belong to monsters and spirits."

"It is said that the big families in the inner city and even the big sects all have advanced qi-reading skills, and the gods can even see through a person's past and present lives at a glance."

Jing Chan spoke with great interest, and it was obvious that he really enjoyed studying these things.

Chen Jing cheered up, this was the real essence.

“The spirit of the monster is mixed and scattered, mixed with blood and spirit, and it will not dissipate for three to five days, but it is difficult to identify the root cause;
The aura of a cultivator is pure and refined, similar to the essence of plants and trees, because most cultivators use spiritual rice and precious medicine to improve their strength, which usually dissipates in half a day;

The spirit of the monster is extremely pure, without any impurities, and it will only naturally last for half a quarter of an hour, or even shorter..."

He silently memorized the various forms of qi.

This is the original art of qigong. If more data is collected and the collection and application function is added, it can be called Taoism. At present, it can only be called "experience".

Chen Jing discovered that he also often used these "qi-watching techniques" in his daily life, but he was only looking at the crops, the energy of the earth's veins, and the spiritual energy of water and marshes.

Out of personal interest, he also looked at the spiritual energy of ordinary people on the roadside. That's right, ordinary people naturally contain spiritual energy even if they don't practice cultivation.

After seeing a lot, I can summarize the "disease", "luck", "evil spirit" and so on in mortals.

Of course, it has to reach a certain level. For example, the evil spirit is very obvious on a butcher, and other people also have some of it, but it is very slight.

As for luck, he had only seen it in children from large families, and it was very obvious.

"what?"

Chen Jing suddenly looked in one direction.

There is a trace of spiritual energy, condensed but not dispersed, pure and clean, in sharp contrast to the scattered and mixed traces of spiritual energy around it.

"Did you see it too?"

Jing Chan's eyes lit up slightly, and he was obviously looking for the aura. He said, "It should be left by a monster. The aura of the monster does not last more than half an hour, which means the monster is not far away."

Such a coincidence?
Chen Jing was stunned. He didn't expect that he could find traces of monsters just by walking around like this.

"How to do it?"

"We will separate here and use this as a base to search nearby." Jing Chan stared ahead and said, "We must search carefully and look for traces around."

"Ah."

Chen Jing looked at his serious expression and nodded.

"Brother Jing, I'll go this way." Jing Chan looked up and then smiled.

"Okay, I'll go this way."

The two walked away in different directions.

……

Before I knew it, the forest was completely silent, even the chirping of insects and birds could no longer be heard.

Chen Jing's eyes lit up slightly as he looked at the dirty "black air" swirling in the sky and recalled what Jing Chan had said not long ago.

"Brother Jing, do you know how a cultivator should hide his aura?"

"Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"It just occurred to me. Brother Jing, please listen carefully."

Then, Jing Chan gave his explanation.

"It is very difficult for a monk to restrain his 'qi'. It can even be said that it is impossible. Even if a monk dies, he still has death qi."

"So, there are two ways for cultivators to hide. One is to hold back their breath and control the spiritual energy in their bodies from flowing for three days. This way, the fluctuation of spiritual energy will be reduced to the minimum, and it will be difficult to detect unless you get close."

"The disadvantage is that this method of concealing one's breath will often take a long time for the cultivator to activate his spiritual power when he needs to." "The second method is disguise, disguising the fluctuations of the cultivator's spiritual power as demonic energy, ghost energy, or the mixed energy between heaven and earth..."

"Actually, there is a third type. I heard that some treasures can block auras, but I haven't seen them."

That’s what it meant.

Chen Jing paused for a moment.

In front of him, there was a distinct spirit aura not far away, as if tempting him to move forward.

However, his gaze only lingered for a moment, then raised a few inches and his pupils shrank slightly.

The swirling black gas stayed here, and was extremely thick.

……

"coming."

A pair of slender eyes were looking at the young man in front through layers of rotten leaves. The man wore a straw hat, held a hatchet in his hand, and carried a bamboo basket on his back. He looked ignorant. This man was Chen Jing who had rushed here.

"This breath, an orifice? Good, good, come here quickly..."

Seeing Chen Jing coming, the people in ambush became excited. They restrained themselves so as not to reveal any flaws and waited patiently for their prey to approach.

suddenly.

A flash of light flashed from the front.

He was puzzled for a moment, but before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly felt dizzy and weak, followed by a belated slight pain.

At this moment, he still didn't realize anything, he just reached out and touched the painful spot on his chest.

immediately.

The sticky blood, along with the pungent smell of blood, stained his palms.

what……

A look of fear spread across his face, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, only to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The world before my eyes dimmed uncontrollably until it became completely dark.

And not far ahead.

Chen Jing's mind moved, and the thin and sharp flying sword returned to the ground, rolled up again like a bullet, and fell into the pocket on the inner seam of his sleeve.

"In a fight... the winner is often decided before the fight even begins."

A whole new realization emerged in his mind.

In the past, fighting and fighting should be a duel in the ring or a PK in the imperial city, showing each other's physical fitness, reaction and parry...

but.

The actual battle seemed to be quite the opposite.

He figured out that the "corrupt air" was a monk in disguise. The enemy was in the open while we were in the dark. If we took the initiative, there would be no suspense in the battle.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Chen Jing raised his voice.

"Brother Jing, you're joking. I can't outrun the flying sword. Just do as you please. Don't worry about me." Jing Chan's somewhat embarrassed voice came from afar.

"alright."

Chen Jing used the water control technique to flush the surrounding area.

No traps were found.

Then he used the art of controlling objects to throw up the bloody corpse hidden in the rotten leaves. When he turned around and took a look, his pupils changed.

The fifth son of the Jing family...Jing Che.

"Why is that?"

Chen Jing sighed, puzzled.

He then used the art of controlling objects to make a bag near the corpse fly into his hand.

This bag was used as bait, and inside it was a monster, which naturally accepted it with a smile.

(End of this chapter)