Cultivation begins with harvest.

Chapter 239 Stove Wind

Daoist Juanhe was rather aloof. Not only Chen Guang, but all the disciples in the branch buildings behind him were eagerly waiting to hear more about the secrets of cultivation. However, Daoist Juanhe only addressed Chen Guang, saying, "You should also stand in the very center of your spiritual field. This will be the sect's first reward for you. Your performance has been outstanding, and your heart is with Qingheng. You deserve to be rewarded. This is a blessing from the divination. It would be even better if you could receive it during your bottleneck period or when you are trying to establish your foundation."

Those who heard this felt a chill run down their spines.

No, they've only reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, and they're already talking about Foundation Establishment?

But the undeniable facts are right before our eyes: this is currently the only cultivator of a second-tier spiritual plant in the outer sect of the Earth Hall. The reason he is so highly regarded is due to his achievements and solid accomplishments. However, the disciples of Qingheng are all busy with their own affairs and have no witnesses. After all, the limitations of the Ice Mist Array make it difficult to verify some rumors circulating in the market, and many cultivators who came with high expectations left disappointed.

Chen Guang stood on the ground, intending to scare away the Thousand Needle Wrens and the others, but Daoist Juanhe waved his hand, indicating that it was alright, and took the three birds and beasts in with him.

The Daoist of the Crane Riding the white crane flew to the highest point. The white crane beneath him was spotless, its black and white colors distinct. The Daoist of the Crane Riding the Crane was chanting incantations, and suddenly the Qi from all directions began to flow.

There was no wind and no clouds.

The cultivators standing on the flying boat were like those caught in a stormy, gloomy day, unable to stand steadily and barely clothed. To their ears, they heard a cacophony of incoherent speech, as if ancient ancestors were speaking a language with two distinct sounds, chanting incoherently. At this moment, the disciples of Xingfeng Hall suddenly realized that there was no sky or earth. But upon closer inspection, the world was dark, and the dust particles swirling in the darkness resembled ancient paintings unfolding, their images changing thousands and thousands of times as they rotated and rolled.

The images above, depicting people and beasts, people and plants, people and mountains and rivers, people and their descendants standing together, were sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. My head felt dizzy, and I felt many well-intentioned but demanding thoughts passing through my mind. When I came to, I heard the Taoist priest Juanhe chanting: "In the past, when a yarrow plant had a hundred stalks, a divine tortoise would guard it below and a blue cloud would always cover it above. Now, a talented person with five carts of books wants to move the North Star and change the magic. I only wish that the gods and spirits would look down on him and that the sages would support him."

Looking closer, there was only one crane and one person in the sky. The world was at peace, the sky was vast and the clouds were far away. The scene just now seemed like an illusion, but their surprised and doubtful glances confirmed that there really was such a scene that was blurry and oppressive in their memories.

Chen Guang, who was in the very center, didn't feel much better than the others. He just felt that everyone was looking at him with a sense of unreality. It seemed that someone was busy with something in a hurry beside him. He didn't feel anything unusual. He just felt like he had rested well and was full of energy. He carefully looked at the three birds and beasts, but they were just flapping their wings and didn't seem to have changed much.

Master Fusong strode over, disembarking from the flying boat. He surveyed the ice mist array and casually explained, "This is the 'Stove Wind' of divination. Divination spirits come from the ancients; after their deaths, they offered their entire being, leaving only their will to remain and watch over this place. They can soothe and utilize the spiritual energy and vitality of this place; they can clearly see the feng shui of this place; the Stove Wind uses their power to sweep away all restless and disharmonious factors. I was originally confident, but I'm also afraid of some unforeseen accident, so I'm asking Juanhe for help. I guarantee that nothing of yours will be harmed."

After explaining, Daoist Fusong immediately entered the ice mist array. Even Chen Guang, the master of the array, could not stop him. He entered the array as easily and casually as an eel squeezing into a mudflat.

As Juanhe Daoren landed, he was happy to say a few more words to Chen Guang: "To gain the greatest trust, I, Qingheng, inevitably have to deal with Xiantang and come into contact with divination methods. Let me make you understand that for divination to exert its greatest authority, four things are needed: first, offerings; second, the date; third, the altar; and fourth, the inscription. The latter provides the least support, but it is the simplest, easiest, and least costly to perform. Today, it is just the inscription, but it is enough for the spiritual plants that are transplanting second-tier seedlings."

"Divination is about asking spirits and seeking the ways of the sages. Its oppressive and mysterious aspects are often misunderstood by outsiders. You need to understand the characteristics of divination as soon as possible. How you view this art can only be truly understood from your own heart."

"Disciple is enlightened." Chen Guang also felt that the previous scene was quite strange, but he did not feel that anything unusual had happened. He just heard that the effect was outstanding, which was equivalent to eliminating uncertain risks. At present, he still felt a little resistant. He felt that the sage was respectable and continued to help the sect after death, but he also felt that the situation was unpredictable and he was uneasy.

Some things truly require time and experience to become clear; I shouldn't force myself to have any particular opinion right now.

Chen Guang quickly came to terms with it.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Daoist Fusong, who emerged from the icy mist carrying a peculiar landscape painting. A solitary peak stood tall, its base already stained a cold, snowy white. Six white figures twisted and turned within the painting. Upon closer inspection, they were six not-so-tall plants with heart-shaped, dark green leaves that had split open. They had many branches and abundant foliage, and when the crowns swayed, patches of white, chilling energy formed. What else could they be but the Ice Flower Wutong?

"Is this Shinmine?"

"Are the spiritual plants on there real or fake?"

Although they knew it was impolite to question the Taoist priest to his face, the disciples of Xingfeng Hall couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Chen Guang, go take a look." Master Fusong ordered, and Chen Guang naturally walked forward. Only upon closer inspection did he see that it wasn't just the Ice Flower Wutong Tree; frost grass spread across the ground, a mixture of cold, somewhat stiff purple python soil and purple spirit soil; tall ice pine trees squeezed into a corner; a pool of crystal-clear water brimming with spiritual energy, nourishing dense white mist duckweed; and at the very center of the white mist duckweed, purple purplish grass that had grown above the water's surface—it had actually relocated the entire ice mist array?!

Chen Guang communicated with the ice mist array and received a sense of emptiness. He had really dug three feet into the ground. The ground of the spirit field had suddenly become lower. However, this was a better choice for the ice flower phoenix tree. As a result, the spirit contract signed with Wei Donglai and the others did not have any effect.

Master Fusong said meaningfully, "I was completely blind to it unless he personally performed the Shifting North Star technique."

It was referring to the purple herb. Although it was obvious at a glance that it was different from the other white floating duckweed, its extraordinary nature could only be realized after actual contact.

"To be able to relocate an entire acre of spiritual field, this disciple is filled with admiration." Chen Guang confirmed the miraculous power of Daoist Fusong, leaving a group of disciples outside the sect with endless imagination.

"A whole acre? That's just the beginning. I'll continue. There'll be plenty of work to do after I move all your spirit fields over there." Daoist Fusong walked towards the other spirit fields, seemingly preparing to move all the spirit plants from all the fields at once. After glancing at the large area of ​​the solitary peak in the mountain and river map behind Daoist Fusong, Chen Guang chose to believe him.

I simply don't have the ability to move these spiritual plants. Since I'm able to enter the inner sect, I should naturally go there to cultivate. Cultivating at the foot of Purple Spirit Peak will bring many benefits. The only thing I'm worried about is these spiritual plants. I'll leave them to Daoist Fusong to handle for now.