Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 427 The Roar of the Qilin
Ji An originally planned to practice the Silk-Pulling Spell for a while. He can now divide his divine thoughts into six strands, which theoretically allows him to control six puppets or magical artifacts at the same time.

However, at this moment, he had no desire to practice spells and could not calm his mind at all.

He left the cave and walked down the mountain, beginning to wander around the spiritual plant garden to distract himself.

As the moon rose above the treetops, his excited heart finally calmed down.

He rode a cloud back to the edge of the cold pool, sat down at the stone table by the water, and gave the instructions:
"Xue Ning, brew a pot of Yunding Yinhao tea."

Drinking a cup of tea might help calm your emotions.

"Grandmaster, please wait a moment, I will go and fetch the furnace."

Zhang Xuening spoke softly as she turned and left, returning shortly afterward.

She hung a luminous pearl on a branch of the spirit tree beside her, and placed a stove and tea set on the table. She filled the stove with pure spirit bamboo charcoal, and when it was lit, it produced a flame that glowed with a green light.

Ji An smiled and said, "When Song Tao comes back, I'll tell him to buy another stove and a tea set. You can carry them with you from now on."

In that case, he could drink the spiritual tea as soon as he saw the other party.

“Okay,” Zhang Xuening replied with a smile.

"Have you adapted to life on Crimson Flame Peak over the years?"

“It’s great. In my spare time, I’ll contact my friends who joined the sect with me. The conditions here are several times, even dozens of times, better than theirs.”

Zhang Xuening sighed inwardly. If her aptitude were better, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to advance to the Foundation Establishment stage in such an environment.

'What a pity! After successfully opening my meridians, the test revealed my aptitude was so weak that I was disheartened.'

Even in a place rich in spiritual energy, her speed of refining spiritual energy was extremely slow.

When you take a elixir, most of the spiritual energy dissipates from your body before you can refine it.

She pursed her lips and said softly:
"Grandmaster, my immortal veins are extremely thin, and my aptitude has been rated as the worst. Is there really no hope for me to reach the Foundation Establishment realm?"

Ji An's gaze fell on his disciple, and he saw her unwillingness and stubbornness.

In some ways, it would have been better if the meridians hadn't been opened at all, as the other person wouldn't have suffered so much.

"A cultivator's aptitude is not static. As long as one persists in cultivating the techniques, their immortal veins will be nourished, and their aptitude will slowly improve."

A higher level of attainment can significantly enhance one's aptitude.

You can try practicing your skills when you have plenty of magical power, but this path is not easy.

Those with low qualifications need to work very hard to reach the starting point of others.

Feelings of confusion, helplessness, and frustration will often overwhelm you.

Cultivators are not afraid of hardship, but they are afraid of not seeing hope for a long time, which will cause them to give up on improving their cultivation.

It wasn't just cultivators; such situations were commonplace in my past life.

Zhang Xuening nodded gently, a spark of hope burning in her eyes.

Ji An looked away, unsure how long the other person could hold out.

The spring water in the kettle boiled quickly, and Zhang Xuening brewed some spiritual tea, which filled the air with a refreshing fragrance.

About half an hour later, Wei Songtao piloted the flying shuttle back to Crimson Flame Peak.

He saw the figure by the pool, walked over, and bowed, saying:

“Grandmaster, I sent Junior Sister Zhang to Luoxia Mountain and saw her leave with her family.”

Ji An hummed in agreement and finished the tea in his cup.
"Send a message to your brother. I want to see him and see when he is free. I would like to invite him to visit Crimson Flame Peak."

He thought the greatest favor he owed Wei Songnian was the Soul-Nourishing Wood, but he never expected it to be the Spiritual Root of Heaven and Earth.

Half the credit for obtaining the Gathering Yuan Tree goes to the Wei family, and we owe them a huge debt of gratitude.

The stall owner had raised the price arbitrarily back then, and after the stone tortoise absorbed the spiritual energy, he once wanted to buy it again, but Wei Songnian made the decision to buy it and give it to him.

Thinking of this, Ji An suddenly realized how ridiculous he had been, and almost turned away the precious treasure.

The fortune of a person is so mysterious.

Wei Songnian was startled and hurriedly agreed:
"Okay, I'll have someone deliver the message tomorrow."

If my elder brother knew that our master had invited him, he would surely travel day and night to come.

Ji An put down his teacup and said:

"When your brother arrives, find out if fellow Daoists Huang Feihu and Liang Qiu are free, and invite them over as well."

Over the years, he has had little contact with his old friends. When the four of them were at Biyue Lake, they would get together to drink every few months.

As they successively broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, the opportunities to meet gradually decreased.

I don't know how many more times we'll get together in the future; life is so short.

"As ordered!"

Wei Songtao said in a deep voice, thinking to himself:

'So, Grandmaster remembered an old friend because of today's events, which is why he decided to see my brother.'

half a month later.

Half of the red sun sank behind the distant mountains, the setting sun like blood, and crows in the forest called to their nests.

Wei Songnian arrived at Luoxia Mountain weary from his journey. Now that he was no longer a disciple of the Jinling Sect, he would have to announce his arrival before entering the sect to visit friends.

Upon seeing him, the deacon exclaimed in surprise:
"So it's Fellow Daoist Wei. What brings you here today?"

Because Wei Songnian frequently traveled to trade, he had a wide circle of friends in the sect and knew many cultivators.

He laughed heartily and cupped his hands in a respectful greeting:
"Fellow Daoist Geng's demeanor is even more impressive than before, which must be due to his improved cultivation. Congratulations!"
"I've come today to visit Uncle Ji at Crimson Flame Peak. Please inform him, Senior Brother." Many wine-loving cultivators know that he has connections with Crimson Flame Peak; the cultivator surnamed Geng in front of me is known for his fondness for a few drinks.

"I can only send messages to the Ministry of Agriculture. If you want to see Uncle Ji, you will have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest. You will have to spend the night outside the sect."

Wei Songnian said with a smile:
"I understand the rules. Please help me inform them that we can have a drink together when we leave."

After saying this, he bowed with his hands clasped and turned to leave.

Geng Ke stared at his back, his gaze scrutinizing him. The man's hair was now gray, and he looked old.

Geng Ke knew the other person's approximate age. Logically speaking, someone of that age shouldn't look so old. He thought to himself that perhaps it was due to unsuccessful development after leaving the sect, causing excessive worry.

He sighed softly, lamenting how a cultivator's choices could affect their own destiny.

After sighing, he took out a communication talisman sword and sent out the message.

The next day, at 1-3 PM.

Wei Songnian piloted the flying shuttle to land in the Si Nong Hall. He was filled with emotion. The two people who were once of similar status were now worlds apart.

For the past few days, he had been trying to figure out why Ji An had summoned him, but he couldn't come up with a clue.

He arrived at the back hall, hesitating whether to call out, because based on his understanding, the other party was very likely practicing martial arts.

At this moment, the palace door was opened, and Ji An walked out. He noticed footsteps lingering outside the palace.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, he was slightly taken aback:
"Fellow Daoist, you look weathered; have you encountered some difficulties?"

He could sense that the other person's vital energy was beginning to decline, and a trace of decay had appeared in their life force. Normally, this should not be the case for someone of that age.

Wei Songnian's face showed some bitterness as he explained:
"It's still due to old injuries, the backlash from the damage to the dantian."

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it would be normal for his blood and energy to begin to decline twenty years later.

Ji An was silent for a moment and said:

"I'll ask the senior sisters in the Pill Refining Academy and the senior brothers in the Treasure Pavilion to see if they have any pills left to repair the dantian."

As he spoke, he took out two golden communication swords and prepared to input information.

Wei Songnian was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying:
"No need to trouble you, fellow Daoist. I have already inquired and found that this kind of pill is too expensive."

Even if I could repair my dantian, I would only live for another ten or twenty years; there's no need for it.

He felt that the bond between the two was already thin and not worth wasting any more time on.

The information he gathered indicated that the value of a pill for repairing the dantian was equivalent to a quarter of a Peiyuan Pill, and he didn't think it was worth spending so much.

Ji An was able to sense the other person's thoughts and gently shook his head, saying:
"I'll ask around and help if I can."

"Fellow Daoist, are you worried about the promises I've made? Rest assured, all my past promises remain valid."

Wei Songnian smiled sheepishly and said in a low voice:
"It made fellow Taoists laugh."

He did indeed have this idea; the Wei family needed to send another outstanding disciple.

Simply by virtue of being a direct disciple of a cultivator in the Chaoyuan stage, he could invisibly help the Wei family a great deal.

He felt fortunate for his circumstances, thinking how worthy he was of having made such a friend!

After Ji An entered the information into the golden sword, he activated it, then gently stretched his arms and said:

"Fellow Daoist, please come in. We'll wait for news."

Ningcui Cliff is closer to Dan Ding Academy and Treasure Pavilion than Chi Yan Peak, so waiting here will allow you to get a reply faster.

The two entered the main hall, enjoyed tea and wine, and chatted about what had happened since their last parting.

An hour later, Ji An put down the golden sword that carried him and gently shook his head.

Neither the Dan Ding Academy nor the Treasure Pavilion possesses such elixirs.

Seeing his expression, Wei Songnian breathed a sigh of relief; it would be best if this favor could be avoided.

Three days later.

Ji An hosted a banquet at Chiyan Peak, which was attended by Huang Feihu, Liang Qiu, and others.

The round table in the living room was laden with delicacies, and the aroma of wine filled the air. Amidst the clinking of glasses, everyone else became thoroughly drunk.

The fragrance of a mid-grade second-tier spirit wine is irresistible to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Two years later.

After Ji An performed a spell on the spirit field, he returned to his cave and then performed a spell on the spirit herbs in the herb garden before going to the quiet room.

He summoned the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, which grew to the size of a palm and hovered around his body.

The apricot-yellow flag already possessed considerable spiritual power, knowing that this was the time to enjoy a hearty meal.

Ji An took out the yellow jade bottle and opened the seal. He made a hand seal, and wisps of earth element essence drifted out like smoke.

The magical artifact grew larger again, fluttering and hovering in the air, making a whooshing sound as if a strong wind was blowing.

The golden unicorn pattern on the flag shone with precious light, and its essence was swallowed up before it could sink to the ground.

As usual, Ji An activated the essence of earth element, and a powerful beast roar suddenly came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Like the grand bells and drums, the sound is solemn, profound, and harmonious.

Ji An was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. That was the roar of a Qilin!
The spirituality of the Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag has now reached a certain standard. Tomorrow, when it meets the Ancestor, it can use the Netherworld Soil to suppress the evil spirits and cultivate its spirituality.

"There's finally hope!"

He took a deep breath and continued to release earth elemental essence until the spiritual artifact stopped absorbing it.

(End of this chapter)