Cultivation begins with planting techniques

Chapter 7: Blackwood Sword (New book, please recommend!)

With one hand swiping across the storage bag, Li Ye had a blue-black long sword in his hand.

"A mid-grade magical weapon, the Black Wood Sword..."

His previous father doted on him.

Not only did he try his best to meet his many requests, but after his predecessor entered the Zixuan Sect, he even gave his predecessor this mid-grade magic weapon passed down in his family.

He himself turned to using a low-level magic weapon, the black iron hoe.

Otherwise, given his previous incarnation's character, low cultivation level, and lack of support, how could Senior Brother Cai look down on him when he first entered Zixuan Sect?

How could he survive after so many adventures?
At this point, this black wooden sword is one of the few relics of my father that remains.

Li Ye carefully examined the sword, and many memories of his previous life emerged in his mind, but he sighed.
"It's a pity that most of this sword has been destroyed. I'm afraid its power is now inferior to that of ordinary low-grade magic weapons!"

Originally, in addition to the black wooden sword, the predecessor also had a low-grade shield magic weapon for defense.

But during the robbery attack, the shield was destroyed on the spot and the black wooden sword was also severely damaged.

Now the sword body made of black iron wood is slightly bent and deformed, the blade is covered with gaps of various sizes, and many of the restriction nodes inside are also destroyed.

The power has dropped significantly!

When Li Ye was controlling the flying sword with the Art of Controlling Objects, he could clearly feel that the magic power was not flowing smoothly, and even the flying sword itself was not so obedient.

Looking at the crooked flying sword in front of him, Li Ye's eyes twitched.

He took a deep breath and showed a helpless expression of resignation.

"Re-cultivating it should be better, but it still needs to be adapted... Otherwise, if it suddenly becomes disobedient during a fight, it could be fatal!"

This is simply because he is short of money, otherwise Li Ye would never use such a broken flying sword...

This is irresponsible to your own life!
At least, it needs to be repaired!
It's a pity that he has no money to repair it...

孽 孽!
After a brief attempt, Li Ye completely gave up and simply took back the black wooden sword, mobilized his magic power and began to refine it.

Although Li Ye's cultivation level has declined and is no longer what it used to be, his magic power, which has been refined a bit by the influence of Cui Ya's spiritual essence, is more useful than before, and he was able to refine the black wood sword quite smoothly.

He could even do two things at once, dividing his thoughts to think about the next step of practice.
"Now that I have no hidden dangers in my mana, with the support of the Green Bud Spirit Essence, it shouldn't take long for me to recover to the fourth level of Qi training..."

"After traveling for so long, I've finally stopped this downward spiral and can now start climbing!"

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Since the incident of the three people's visit, Li Ye continued to maintain his peaceful life.

Apart from his residence and spiritual fields, he would only occasionally visit the Internal Affairs Hall to see if there were any sect missions suitable for him.

As for the sect's mountain gate, he didn't even take a single step out.

Even if he needed something, he would ask others to bring it back for him from the market not far from the sect, and never go out in person.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go out for a walk.

But the power of the black wooden sword has been greatly reduced, he is still recovering from his injuries, and he doesn't have many spirit stones left on him.

In addition, he recalled the situation when his previous life encountered the calamity cultivator, and always felt that something was wrong.

The timing of that group of robbers' appearance was too clever, leaving no trace, and their actions were too targeted...

It was as if they knew the intelligence in advance and were prepared.

This made Li Ye have some guesses in his heart.

Therefore, Li Ye was not in a hurry to go out until his condition had fully recovered or even before he earned his first pot of gold.

It's just a little lonely, not unbearable.

But on such a peaceful day, the eyes of some people he met on the road looked at Li Ye differently.

Discussions began to spread among the lower-level disciples about a certain disciple who often boasted about his abilities. After experiencing a tribulation, he suffered severe damage and his cultivation level plummeted. He was so frightened that he retreated to the sect's spiritual fields, not even daring to leave the mountain gate. "Is that the person?"

The two low-level cultivators looked at Li Ye's back as he walked by and whispered.

"It must be him... This person has never shied from taking risks, relying entirely on hard fighting to accumulate resources and break through to the middle stage of Qi training..."

"I used to take him as my role model, but now I see he's nothing special!"

One of them spoke in a bad tone, as if he was blind and had misjudged the person.

"Looking at his cultivation, he's no longer at the middle stage of Qi training. He's probably not as good as you and me... I'm afraid his foundation has been severely damaged. This is all he'll be able to do in his lifetime!"

Li Ye listened calmly to the discussions behind him, his expression unchanged.

He has heard a lot of similar words recently.

Due to some of his predecessor's past actions, although his cultivation level is not very high, he is quite famous among the low-level disciples.

There are quite a few people who can recognize Li Ye directly.

But perhaps it is because his predecessor was good at fighting and still has a reputation, so now only a few people dare to talk about him behind his back.

As long as it doesn't offend Li Ye, these gossips are nothing.

But that's what he thinks, some people don't think so.

"Junior brother, these are just some rumors. Don't pay attention to their gossip..."

There was a hint of anger on Zhang Liangfu's face, and he whispered to comfort Li Ye, who looked calm.

Halfway through the conversation.

Before Li Ye could say anything, he couldn't hold back any more and cursed indignantly, his voice rising a few notches.

"Those three people must have deliberately spread rumors and slandered me..."

"Such despicable behavior is a disgrace to the beauty of this woman... You were wise not to associate with her!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other Lingnong disciples around him echoed them.

They all looked so indignant that if you didn't know better you would think that the coward was scolding them!
"Brothers, why are you so angry? It's just some gossip behind my back. What impact does this little reputation have on me?"

Li Ye shook his head, turned around and pointed at his own spiritual field.
"For us, it's better to study the art of cultivating spiritual plants instead of worrying about these things... If we can improve, the abundant spiritual rice harvest will be real!"

"Speaking of which, I've had some thoughts recently..."

He suddenly changed the subject and talked about the art of spiritual plants, which immediately attracted everyone to discuss.

The resentment just now disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it were an illusion.

"Unfazed by praise or criticism, Junior Brother Li truly is a carefree man devoted to the Dao..."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged monk with a slightly weathered face and mixed black and white hair praised him, but also seemed a little lonely.

"Unlike us, who are busy all day but often burdened by trivial matters, the path is hopeless..."

Zhang Liangfu listened with great interest, glanced at the man and couldn't help but smile,
"Brother Hu, you're wrong... You have a lovely wife and a beautiful family at home, and your son is about to be born. Who knows, he might have a good spiritual root in the future..."

"Life is like this, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

As if because he was talking about his lovely wife and the baby boy who was about to be born, Brother Hu Zhiquan smiled again, and was excited.

"You're right. My life is pretty good now. Even if I have poor talent and no hope for the Tao, my son may not be so..."

"I should be more diligent. I can't do without spiritual nourishment when my child is born!"

As he said this, he took a few steps forward and joined in the discussion of skills.

Instead, he left Zhang Liangfu where he was, stunned.

(End of this chapter)