After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Chapter 132 The Spiritual Body is Nearly Complete

After returning from the sect, Lu Qingchen's life returned to its usual rhythm.

There was only one Zhu Guo; once it was eaten, it was gone.

Although the spiritual power of that fruit was domineering and fierce, pushing his pure energy from 297 to 310 in one fell swoop, his subsequent cultivation still required accumulation over time.

The pure energy in his dantian had reached 310 strands, and he was only a dozen strands away from completing the third level of Qi Refining.

But Lu Qingchen knew in his heart that there was a hurdle between the third and fourth levels of Qi Refining—the watershed between the early and middle stages of Qi Refining.

Even a genius with dual spiritual roots like Chu Yunfeng was blocked by this bottleneck for quite some time. It's impossible for someone with five spiritual roots to achieve it overnight.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Continue your daily practice, repeatedly nurturing the newly condensed pure energy to ensure that every strand is solid and stable.

The circulation of spiritual energy was also refined repeatedly, going through the same cycle more than a dozen times, until every bottleneck in the meridians was washed smooth and unobstructed.

He understood this principle better than anyone: if the foundation is not solid, the faster the breakthrough, the more severe the backlash.

During this period, Lu Qingchen did not slack off in tempering his spiritual root and nourishing his spiritual body.

The Daoist stele was infused with cultivation essence daily without interruption.

Chu Yunfeng's illusory figure sat cross-legged on one side of the monument, and the light beads in his dantian had accumulated quite a few more in recent days.

Every few days, Lu Qingchen would draw out a wisp of his cultivation and inject it into the depths of his spiritual root.

The length of the Wood Spirit Root has now increased from one inch and one part when it first started to nearly two inches.

From one inch to nearly two inches, it may seem like only a little less than an inch has grown, but for a spiritual root that is already set in its innate form, this is a transformative change.

Ordinary cultivators will not see their spiritual roots grow even slightly throughout their entire lives.

He had only been in the sect for a little over a year, but his wood spirit root had already increased by several times.

The growth of spiritual roots brings the most direct improvement in cultivation efficiency.

The speed at which it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is nearly 20% faster than before, and the circulation of spiritual energy is also smoother than before.

The changes in Aoki's spirit body were also quite obvious.

Previously, he needed to consciously practice his cultivation technique to perceive the vitality of plants and trees, and he would lose the connection if he was even slightly distracted.

Now he can sense the vitality fluctuations of the surrounding plants anytime, anywhere—the weeds on the field ridges, the willows by the irrigation ditches, the pine forests on the distant mountains, their vitality becomes clearer and clearer in his perception, like a net woven from countless fine threads.

This enhanced perception made him more adept at using the Spirit Cultivation Technique.

"The incomplete Aoki spirit body has been restored to a near-complete state."

Lu Qingchen made a silent assessment.

When he first entered the sect and had his spirit tested, the spirit-testing master said that he "possessed a faint green wood spirit body," and his tone clearly meant that it was "better than nothing."

Although this spirit body is not yet outstanding, it can at least play a substantial role. Its perception of plants is much stronger than that of ordinary spirit plant cultivators, and the spirit plants respond more actively when the Spirit Cultivation Technique is used.

Although it is still far from being a "complete Green Wood Spirit Body", as long as the Dao Tablet is in his possession, he will eventually be able to complete it over time.

He divided the cultivation stored in the Dao Stele into three parts for use.

Forty percent is used for spiritual root tempering and spiritual body improvement—this is the most long-term and fundamental investment.

The quality of one's spiritual root is the foundation of everything. The better the spiritual root, the faster one can cultivate and the smoother one's breakthroughs.

Thirty percent is used for cultivation improvement—this part is directly poured into the dantian and transformed into pure qi.

It's not much, but the income comes every day, a steady stream.

The 20% of the spiritual plants used to protect the spiritual fields—the premium spiritual rice and the earth vein spiritual embryo—along with three rare spiritual plants, all rely on the nourishment of the Spirit Infusion Technique.

The better these spiritual plants grow, the higher the quality of the seeds for the next season will be, creating a virtuous cycle.

Days passed by like this.

Sun Han, leaning on a wooden stick, continues his daily routine of working at the end of the village.

Despite his limp legs, he was never careless in his work, pulling weeds, clearing irrigation ditches, and guarding the perimeter of the sacred fields.

Lu Qingchen taught him the basic spiritual plant cultivation technique, which he practiced repeatedly. At first, he couldn't even memorize the incantation of the spiritual cultivation technique, but now he can distinguish which weeds should be removed and which are useful medicinal herbs. He no longer pulls them all out indiscriminately as he did when he first came to the manor.

Sometimes he would squat by the field, point to a particular rice plant that was growing abnormally, and ask Lu Qingchen why. Lu Qingchen would tell him that this plant had deep roots, and that plant had more sunlight on its leaves.

Sun Han kept it all in mind, so he could handle the same situation next time.

On one occasion, when Lu Qingchen was not at the manor, he noticed that the edges of a small patch of spirit herbs outside the spirit protection field were turning yellow, which was a sign that the spirit field was short of water. He watered the grass himself and only told Lu Qingchen when he returned.

"Well done."

Lu Qingchen glanced at the few spiritual herbs and nodded.

Sun Han grinned, his smile restrained, but the corners of his mouth, which he was trying hard to suppress, betrayed him.

There was only one thing: Lu Qingchen insisted on protecting the Spirit Field formation, allowing only him to enter.

There are too many secrets about the Protectorate Field; knowing too much may not be a good thing.

The earth vein spirit embryo, the finest spirit rice, the spirit-infusing technique, the Dao stele—leaking any one of these things would be a catastrophe.

Sun Han was unaware of these things. All Sun Han knew was that Lu Qingchen had a private garden where he grew things that were not convenient for outsiders to see.

He never asked any questions, but simply stayed outside the light shield every day.

One day, while Lu Qingchen was collecting materials from the warehouse, he overheard several tenant farmers chatting idly by the wall.

"That cripple, does he really think he's a spiritual plant cultivator?"

"Manager Meng is right. Even a sick person can become a spiritual plant grower. Qingmu Manor truly makes the best use of everyone's talents."

"Haha, keep it down, don't let anyone hear."

Lu Qingchen paused.

He took the materials, left the warehouse, and went directly to Meng Qiuran's room.

Meng Qiuran was drinking tea.

He has a habit of brewing a pot of fine tea every evening after finishing work, and then sitting by the window to slowly savor it.

Zhao Demao once said that he was "too bourgeois," to which he just chuckled and continued to do as he pleased.

Seeing Lu Qingchen enter, he put on a smile and greeted him: "Manager Lu? What brings you here? Please have a seat." Lu Qingchen did not sit down.

"Senior Brother Meng, I brought Sun Han into the manor. He has a bad leg, but he never slacks off when he works."

He stood at the door, his tone calm, each word clear and distinct, "If you have anything to say in the future, just tell me. No need to beat around the bush."

Meng Qiuran's smile froze for a moment.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The next second he resumed his smiling demeanor, waving his hand and saying, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I was just saying it casually that day, I meant no harm. Sun Han is indeed a reliable worker. I will definitely pay attention to that in the future, I will definitely pay attention."

Lu Qingchen glanced at him.

This person's greatest skill is his ability to laugh—no matter the situation, he can always laugh.

You say something to him, he laughs; you slap him in the face, he laughs; you're about to leave, and he's still laughing.

This kind of person has no sharp edges; they are unfathomable.

But Lu Qingchen no longer cared.

He made his point clear; whether Meng Qiuran listens or not is up to her.

"That's good."

After Lu Qingchen finished speaking, he turned and left.

Meng Qiuran held his teacup, and only when that gray figure walked further and further away did his smile slowly fade away.

After learning about this, Sun Han's eyes welled up with tears for a long time.

"Qingchen, am I holding you back?"

He found Lu Qingchen, his voice hoarse, "How about I go back to the mine? At least I won't cause you any trouble."

Lu Qingchen was tidying up the farm tools.

He leaned the hoe against the corner of the wall, rolled up and tied the fertilizer bag tightly, and turned the water bucket upside down on the shelf.

Only after he finished doing all that did he turn around.

"Go back to the mine? Don't you want your leg anymore?"

"I just feel that—I'm embarrassing you wherever I go, looking like this."

"I'm already trying to find a solution for your leg."

Sun Han paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Qingchen, you don't need to comfort me."

"I didn't try to comfort you."

Lu Qingchen said, "The sect has pills for bone regeneration and reconstruction. I asked someone to inquire about them. The formula is not complicated, but the auxiliary ingredients are quite expensive."

He paused, his tone as calm as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary, "I was short of money before, but now I have enough spirit stones."

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Sun Han opened his mouth.

It felt like something was blocking my throat; I wanted to say something, but I couldn't squeeze out a single word.

He nodded vigorously, shuffling his feet on the ground as if searching for a stable spot to stand.

"Wait for my news."

Lu Qingchen said.

Sun Han nodded again.

This time, he used all his strength, and even the back of his head was shaking.