Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"By the way, we should build a water basin."

Judging from the stone performance of the white-haired scale monster, Jiang Li was 70% sure that there should be a scale monster's egg, and this was the child of the white-haired scale monster.

So the question is, what is the use of an albino scale demon egg?

He brought a water basin, and he took half a bucket of well water in it, and then placed the stone above the washbasin like an egg, with two thumb nails stuck in the gap of the stone, slowly increasing the strength!

Jiang Li is now a genuine inner martial artist, with strength in his hands comparable to iron pincers, and his fingernails infused with inner strength are even sharper and tougher than daggers.

The gaps that were originally indistinguishable became larger little by little, and you could see inside. The stones were originally glued together with a kind of white mucus.

Sudden force!

Snapped!

A round thing fell out of the stone, and after splashing a little water in the basin, it floated on the water.

This. . . Is it a seed?

[Name: Seed of Spiritual Root? 】

【Type: sundries】

[Grade: Unknown]

[Note: Not recommended for consumption. 】

Guessed wrongly, what is hidden in this stone is not the egg of a scale monster, but a thing identified as [Spiritual Root Seed].

Linggen. . . Isn't that the spiritual root I thought?

This thing is called the seed of the spiritual root. Is it possible that if you plant it in the soil and water it a little, it will grow a spiritual root?

Jiang Li was a little confused, shouldn't Linggen be an abstract talent for cultivating immortals?

In addition to the roots of descendants, he didn't think that he would have any organs that could be called "spiritual roots".

And after the identification technique, there was a question mark behind the name of the seed of spirit root. This was something that had never happened before, and Jiang Li didn't understand what it meant.

"weird stuff."

After confirming that there was really nothing else in the stone shell, Jiang Li picked up the seed and studied it.

He found nothing other than the hard shell of the seeds.

After thinking about it, Jiang Li found a clay pot in the backyard of the dormitory, filled it with soil and watered it with water, and then planted the seed in it.

This thing should still be more valuable, and the appraisal technique suggests that this thing cannot be eaten. Since it is a seed, there is always no problem with it.

Put the pot on the table by the window on the second floor so that the sun can shine when the window is opened.

During this period, Yanhong came again and presented Yue, who had been handed over by nineteen subordinates.

The Yue Feng of their low-ranking spiritual root disciples, each is a spiritual stone, five Qi-returning pills, and five Qi-nourishing pills.

There are a total of nineteen spirit stones, ninety-five Qi-returning pills, and ninety-five Qi-nourishing pills.

The two of them got their principal back first, that is, Jiang Li took the eight spirit stones first, and Yan Hong also got back two spirit stones.

Then all the rest is divided equally between the two.

The nineteen subordinates didn't say anything, but they always felt a little dissatisfied in their hearts. It seems that they will need to give them more psychological counseling after a while.

"Jiang Li, I've heard that this entry to qi training usually takes ten days at the fastest for high-grade Linggen disciples, and a month if it's slower."

"Apprentices of the middle grade Linggen usually take one to three months. This is still under the condition of meditating every day and diligently."

"Not to mention those low-grade spiritual roots and inferior-grade spiritual roots, many disciples have not been able to inhale qi into their bodies even after the end of the first-year rookie disciple period."

This long period of immortality, both of them were helpless for a while.

"Take your time, wait until the air is drawn into the body, and then you can use medicinal herbs to assist, and it will be easy at that time."

We had dinner together again. To be honest, the food at the Outer Gate of Tibetan Scripture Valley was quite good, and the combination of meat and vegetables was unlimited.

It's just that all the newly joined Outer Sect disciples are not in the mood to enjoy the food.

Both of them ate quickly, and after complaining about the difficulty of practicing the exercises for a while, they went back to meditate honestly.

. . . .

For the next half a month, Jiang Li spent most of his time exploring the practice of the exercises.

He also went to open classes in Waimen University a few times.

This school actually has classes every day, but usually it is a basic and literacy literacy course.

The social structure of this world is very backward, and the level of knowledge and popularization is very low.

So this usual culture class is aimed at this group of new disciples who are not yet literate.

And one day a week of elders preaching homework is a truly valuable course.

For example, the origin and history of monks, how to interpret the terminology of exercises, common misunderstandings of novice cultivation, precautions for taking medicinal pills, and so on.

Just like the classroom in the previous life, what the disciples like to listen to the most is the experience in the world of cultivating immortals told by the elder teachers and brothers when they are bragging and pretending to be forceful.

These trivial knowledge rarely appear in books, but they are essential common sense on the road to immortality.

Just a little bit of leakage from the mouths of these elders can save them a lot of detours.

"Today's lecture was so timely, I've been stuck in that corner for five days with no progress, and I can definitely go further tonight."

Yan Hong was very excited, as if he could break through and enter the Qi refining period soon.

"Me too. Before, I only noticed the effect of time on my practice, and all other aspects were ignored. It's no wonder that every practice feels so strange and sluggish."

Jiang Li was also suddenly enlightened.

"By the way, what about the things I asked you to help buy before, have you arrived?"

"Well, I already bought it. It's in my yard, but it will cost you a spiritual stone for such a thing. This time you have lost a lot."

Yan Hong looked depressed, but Jiang Li didn't care much.

The same thing has different values ​​in the eyes of different people.

Moreover, Jiang Li was in a hurry, and it was inevitable that the price would be higher.

Back in Yan Hong's backyard, a log that at least two people hugged was lying there quietly.

Jiang Li stepped forward and looked at the annual rings. The tree was sixty-nine years old, older than the combined age of his two lifetimes.

"Not bad, thank you brother, this is a big help."

This is naturally a locust tree, although it is just a very ordinary locust tree trunk, it may be possible to buy it with some gold and silver money in the secular world.

But Lao Huai, who has been more than sixty years old, is not easy to find, and he is in the sect of the immortal world and cannot rely on the power of the mortal world. Naturally, he can only spend the expensive price of a spirit stone to buy it.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the tree trunk, exerting force under his feet, the inner strength of Suihu Gong spread throughout his body, at least the trunk weighed 800 pounds, and he lifted it up against his shoulders.

"Let's go, with this thing you are ready to call me senior brother."

Jiang Li was very confident and walked away with a heavy tree trunk on his back.

Due to the late class in the university today, the moon is already hanging in the sky at this time. He did not go directly back to the dormitory, but walked towards a remote wasteland at the outer door.

In the past half a month, he is not a nerd who doesn't listen to things outside the window, and has basically understood the basic topography of the outer door.

The place he was going was a cemetery, the Outer Gate Mass Burial Mound!

Earlier in the conversation with Yu Banxiahe, he had learned that the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion recruited six or seven hundred disciples each year, but the number of outer disciples remained stable at around eight thousand all year round.

It is understood that the outer sect disciples can be promoted to inner sect disciples through the outer sect competition and cultivation breakthrough every year, but only a few or a dozen people.

What about the other disciples? How did it disappear?

Cultivation went wrong and died. .

The disciples fought to the death. .

Died in distress while on a mission. .

In short, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, in the entire outer gate, one or two people should not die on any given day.

Then over the years, the unique scenery of the Waimen Cemetery was finally created.

At a glance, under the moonlight, the tombstones are next to the tombstones, the graves are stacked on top of each other, the gloomy wind is blowing, the ghosts are floating, and from time to time, there will be a ghost crying and wolf howling.

The area of ​​this cemetery seems to be no smaller than that of the outer gate residential area, but the tomb bag is still crowded like this.

Jiang Li was carrying the log of the locust tree, and his feet were heavy, and from time to time there would be a crisp breaking sound from under the ground.

Every inch of the land below this place is likely to have bones sleeping forever.

"Don't be weird~ Don't be weird~"

With such a densely packed cemetery and such a long history, things like corpses becoming haunted are simply normal.

This is also within the sect of re-cultivating immortals, if a ghost comes out, it will be slaughtered at will, and it will be a sneaky paradise when it is placed in the outside world.

After finding a slightly flat ground, Jiang Li let out a soft snort and directly smashed the locust tree on his shoulders into the ground.

"Damn it! This little internal strength is almost bottomed out."

After resting for a while, he re-adjusted his state.

Jiang Li hurriedly made preparations, he didn't come here to eat too much to digest.

Throwing off the shoes on his feet, standing with his feet apart, and burying his bare feet in the soil, the cold and slippery feeling made him feel a little more comfortable.

In the moonlight, his shadow overlapped with the log of the locust tree.

Jiang Li slowly opened his hands, and from the shadow, it seemed that the locust tree had grown two branches again.

Standing like this, Jiang Li closed his eyes, and in the gloomy cemetery, he visualized and practiced "Ghost Wood Art".

Huai! The ghost in the wood!

Its roots drink the yellow spring of the Nine Serenities! Its leaves cover the moon eye of the sky!

This time, Jiang Li felt that it was far different from before. The icy yin wood energy was clearly visible in the feeling, and it was constantly becoming more intense.

That's for sure. Although the outer sect disciples are not high-level or strong, they are all monks. The yin qi resentment that a monk can generate after death is naturally far more than ordinary people.

For more than two hundred years, there have been more than 10,000 outer disciples buried in this cemetery.

Therefore, even if it wasn't originally, this cemetery has been developed into a place of absolute darkness by living and reversed.

The locust wood is yin and can call ghosts. In the tradition of the world, it is a tree that must not appear around the cemetery.

But this time, Jiang Li carried an old locust tree trunk that was sixty-nine years old and stood in this outer gate mass grave.

For a while, the yin wind whistled, and the rich yin qi began to gather in Jiang Li's direction continuously.

Hundreds of turquoise ghost fires slowly drifted around Jiang Li along with the swirl of yin qi.