Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Developing offensive and defensive talismans is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Zhou Baoqing knew that both making talismans and cultivating himself were arduous tasks with a long way to go.

Although I have just begun to understand the basics of life-related talismans, I am still just a toddler learning to walk in the face of the vast Dao of Talismans.

The school exams are all over, and we're just waiting for the results to be released the day after tomorrow. It's like stealing a half-day of leisure from our busy lives.

Within the Green Snail Cave.

The continuous heavy rains and abundant moisture created vast expanses of mist and fog on the water, resembling a celestial palace.

Zhou Baoqing sat cross-legged on the raft, focusing his mind on cultivation. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, with only the soft sound of water vapor brushing against the surface of the water.

Since regaining consciousness, he has never slacked off in his spiritual practice.

He softly recited the mantra for visualization.

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow; in the beginning of embryonic breathing, the heart was not stained by dust, and the spirit did not leave the body..."

The melodious sound lingered as a group of blue-scaled fish and the little black water turtle swam beside the raft. Unlike their usual playful and active selves, they stopped and floated on the surface of the water, appearing to be listening quietly.

As the master of the grotto-heaven, Zhou Baoqing's every move naturally affected the creation of the entire grotto-heaven and resonated with all living things.

As his daily meditation deepened, his practice naturally progressed, and he suddenly felt his body lighten, as if he were suspended high in the sky, and slowly opened his "eyes".

The water was crystal clear, and even the mist couldn't stop Zhou Baoqing from "seeing" every blade of grass and tree beneath the surface.

No longer limited to seeing with the naked eye, but with an omnipotent perspective, he looked down on the entire blessed land from all directions. He even saw "himself" sitting upright on the raft, breathing deeply.

Has his divine sense left his body?!

It should be noted that the ability to separate one's divine sense from one's body is generally only possible for cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining.

Zhou Baoqing was greatly surprised. His body felt light and airy, but he felt no discomfort at all, so he was relieved.

He looked around, and from this wondrous perspective, everything was revealed in exquisite detail.

Beneath the misty waves, amidst the clear water, the scales of the blue-scaled fish grew increasingly fine and firm, gleaming with a faint blue light.

One of them was particularly large, a full size larger than its kind, with deep blue stripes on its back, and its movements were smooth and powerful as it swam, making it appear even more extraordinary.

"This little guy might actually grow into the Blue-scaled Fish King who rules over a region of waters in the future," he thought to himself with a sense of anticipation.

His gaze shifted, finally settling on the bottom of the water.

The survival rate of the spiritual plants planted earlier was surprisingly good.

The single bud of the arrowhead plant has grown to the height of an inch, and the bulb has taken firm root in the mud.

The purple water chestnuts are round and plump, with a shimmering purple glow.

The lotus root of that nine-hole jade lotus had sprouted several slender, silvery-white roots.

Back at the market, the stall owner confidently claimed that if you threw it into the water, it would survive for about 70-80% of the time.

Zhou Baoqing later asked his grandfather and learned that it was a complete exaggeration by the vendors.

For seedlings like these, which are on the verge of death, it would be a miracle if even 20% of them survived with ordinary spiritual water. No wonder they were left unattended on the stall.

Although he had expected it, Zhou Baoqing couldn't help but be secretly astonished.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving; a seemingly honest farmer may not necessarily be an honest person!

Of course, if Zhou Baoqing hadn't possessed such a blessed treasure as the Green Snail Cave, nourished day and night by its spiritual waters, he would never have dared to take such a risky "snag".

Only two Grade 1 Green Water Celery plants and one severely damaged Jade Skin Water Chestnut plant have died so far. The overall survival rate is around 80%, which is absolutely a miracle!

It's a pity I don't have many spirit stones right now, otherwise I could buy more damaged seeds to cultivate.

The remaining five hundred spirit crystals are always a good amount of money to have on hand when traveling, just in case.

Zhou Baoqing composed himself and looked down at the entire water area. The Qingluo Cave, which he had previously thought was vast, suddenly seemed quite small. Looking down from "high up," it only appeared to be the size of a "palm."

Currently, the cave is home to about twenty blue-scaled fish, a Xuan Shui spirit turtle, a large patch of Ice Heart Duckweed, and several newly planted spirit plant seedlings, making it feel rather crowded.

Even ordinary fishponds have to pay attention to the stocking density, and this blessed land is no exception.

Moreover, if spirits are too close to each other, they will compete for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and may even cause a repulsion in the five elements, causing both of them to wither.

Unfortunately, the green snail clones grow slowly, only growing a tiny bit each year, so the expansion of the cave is naturally slow.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Zhou Baoqing said helplessly, "After we finish raising this batch of blue-scaled fish, we'll have to focus on high-quality products!"

After he finished his cultivation and exhaled, he left the cave and heard faint laughter and conversation coming from the front courtyard.

Have someone come to visit?

Curious, Zhou Baoqing walked towards the reception room in the front yard.

As soon as I crossed the courtyard, I heard a hearty and unrestrained laugh coming from inside the hall.

"Haha, Old Zhou, your taciturn temper hasn't changed in decades!"

The voice was deep and powerful, unlike any of the neighbors'; Zhou Baoqing had never heard it before.

Grandpa was sitting in the side seat with a ruddy complexion, while a distinguished-looking man sat in the guest seat.

The man appeared to be in his early forties, with a neat short beard and an elegant, flowing robe. A vermilion gourd hung diagonally from his waist.

Upon seeing Zhou Baoqing walk in, Zhou Changgeng quickly waved and proudly introduced him, "Brother Pan, this is my grandson Baoqing."

Then he turned to Zhou Baoqing and said seriously, "Brother Bao, come here quickly. This is Pan Jiang, the 'Fisherman' I told you about. He's a great cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and also a close friend of mine from my early years. You have to call him 'Grandpa Pan'!"

This is Pan Jiang, one of the "Twin Dragons," whom Grandpa mentioned who once joined forces with Fu Jiang Li to fight him!

A cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining is a rare find even in a small fishing village; such a level of cultivation is definitely a top expert.

Zhou Baoqing dared not be negligent, stepped forward, bowed, and obediently said, "Baoqing greets Grandpa Pan. I have often heard you speak of your heroic exploits in the water towns back in the day. Seeing you today, I can confirm your truly dignified and imposing presence!"

"Haha, what a clever kid!" Pan Jiang clapped his hands in praise.

Originally, I thought that Zhou Changgeng, who had spent his life in the countryside, was probably a dark-skinned mud monkey. But I didn't expect that this young man would walk in and have a demeanor that was no less than that of the immortal disciples of those great sects.

With a fair face and bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, her eyes were especially clear and bright, which made her very likable.

Pan Jiang then looked at Zhou Changgeng and joked, "Brother Zhou, you have such a wonderful grandson, why didn't you bring him out to let me see him sooner? You've kept him hidden for a long time!"

Hearing his old friend's praise, Zhou Changgeng's face showed a hint of embarrassment and wistfulness.

In the cultivation world, each level of cultivation is a class.

Back then, he was stuck at the fourth level of Qi Refining, unable to make any progress in his cultivation. Feeling ashamed and disheartened, he simply inherited the family business and became a dutiful fisherman and farmer.

Pan Jiang was nostalgic and had come to visit him years ago, but he was no longer the spirited young man he once was. Over time, the two brothers gradually lost contact.