Calabash Fairy

"That Taoist priest once said that we plants and trees are born with life but no nature. If we want to become spirits, we must receive the essence of the moon."

"As for those like you, who were born from the Emperor's fluids under the moonlight on the night of Gengshen, these are mostly just legends. Over the years, I have only seen one like you."

Shu Yu made no attempt to hide the envy and longing in his voice.

It is much more difficult for plants and trees to become spirits than for animals in the mountains and forests.

The phrase "having life but no nature" is actually a Taoist concept, referring to plants and trees that, while possessing life, lack consciousness and spirituality. Only by receiving the essence of the moon can they awaken their intelligence, gain life and nature, and begin their cultivation.

Another legend says that every Gengshen night, a divine being named Diliujiang will appear in the moonlight.

Its shape resembles countless olives, with thousands of golden threads hanging down in clusters. Human plants and trees that absorb its essence can become demons, and demons and ghosts that eat it can display supernatural powers. One night of cultivation is equivalent to absorbing the essence of the sun and moon for a thousand years.

However, this divine object cannot be seen or absorbed and refined by those who are not destined to see it.

It's really impossible to force it...

Fang Yan looked at Shu Yu with envy, but he was thinking about something else.

According to Shu Yu, in the legends, all the monsters who absorbed the Emperor's Dew became great demons for thousands of years, but he only increased his cultivation by five hundred years.

Because the origin is flawed, supernatural powers cannot be manifested...

Perhaps it was because a considerable portion of the Emperor's Essence did not enhance his cultivation but instead replenished his origin that his cultivation only increased by five hundred years, and his innate talent for understanding was revealed.

However, the source replenished by the Emperor's nectar seems not to be very noticeable. In that case, it's unknown how many divine treasures of heaven and earth would be needed to fully restore his source...

However, since I was reborn as an ordinary spiritual root gourd in the mountains, it seems that this might be a good thing.

Furthermore, that Chaos Seed talent...

Fang Yan used his divine sense to look inside his body and saw a point of light flickering faintly in the chaotic space within him.

When he awoke on Qingfeng Mountain, he discovered his Chaos Seed talent, but it took him ten years just to condense a single Chaos Seed, and he still doesn't know how to use it.

Fang Yan instinctively knew that his Chaos Seed talent would be of great help to him.

Now, all that's missing is an opportunity...

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Old Tree and Fang Yan chatted all night, and before dawn the next day, Old Tree prepared to take his leave.

Fang Yan understood that even if Jun Heng was just sitting in the mountain god temple, it would put pressure on Shu Yuxin, so he did not try to keep him.

"Speaking of which, in about a month, the pears in my secret realm will be ripe. I would like to invite you to come and have a taste then."

"well."

At the summit of Qingfeng Mountain, Shuyu smiled and nodded, its form transforming into a gentle breeze carrying the scent of pine needles, sweeping towards Wuyou Mountain.

Brother Fang.

Hearing the call from behind, Fang Yan turned around and saw Jun Heng striding towards him.

"Brother Fang, my injuries have almost healed, so I'll take my leave now. I'll come back to Qingfeng Mountain to find you again when I see any spiritual flowers, herbs, or seeds."

Jun Heng's fighting spirit surged, and he was about to leave when he saw Fang Yan casually toss a palm-sized stone altar over to him.

Junheng took it and his eyes lit up when he smelled the familiar fragrance from the jar.

Fang Yan smiled and said:

"Take this jar of Emerald Spirit Ointment, brother. I see you're going to White Horse Ravine to find those two snake demons again; this might come in handy."

Junheng grinned and, without any hesitation, put the jar into the snakeskin bag at his waist.

The black snakeskin bag didn't look big, but it easily contained the jar of spiritual ointment without bulging at all, clearly indicating that it was a treasure.

"Hey~ Brother Fang, if I manage to capture those two snake demons on this trip, I'll definitely give you a big gift!"

After Junheng finished speaking, his figure transformed into a dark, demonic wind and swept towards Baimajian. His arrogant aura was clearly even stronger than when he came a few days ago.

"This guy is indeed getting stronger with each battle. His bloodline talent is extraordinary. No wonder he was able to survive the tribulation and cultivate into a great demon of a thousand years at just over a hundred years old."

Among the demon race, there are also differences in talent. Someone like Jun Heng, who is only a hundred years old but has already cultivated for a thousand years, is considered a genius. One year of cultivation for him is equivalent to ten years of cultivation for other demons.

As for someone like Shu Yu, who has cultivated for eight hundred years but only has eight hundred years of cultivation, he can be considered ordinary.

As for Fang Yan himself, he would bask in the sun and admire the moon every day. By using the two methods he had figured out himself, namely absorption and gathering of spiritual energy, he could cultivate for one year and achieve the same level of magical power as an ordinary demon who had cultivated for eight years.

Although his cultivation speed couldn't compare to Jun Heng's, Fang Yan was quite satisfied with it.

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Time flies by like falling flowers and flowing water; in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Outside Xiahe Village.

"Judging from how well the rice is growing, we should have a good harvest this year."

On the rice paddies that cover the hillsides, villagers are busy working in the fields. Looking at the good growth of the rice, the villagers' faces are full of smiles.

Since the mountain god was invited into the mountain god temple, the land in Xiahe Village has become increasingly fertile in recent years, and the rice grown there has grown better year by year.

Food is the most important thing for people. Three meals a day are the most important thing for every family's livelihood. In the past, although there was no severe famine, every family had to tighten their belts to make ends meet. It was nothing like now, where every family has surplus grain at the end of the year.

In fact, since Fang Yan became the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain, he has often used the Mountain God Seal to explore the earth veins and sort out the power of the earth veins. The direction of the "dragon head" of the earth veins has also begun to gather in the direction of Qingfeng Mountain, making the spiritual energy of this place gradually more abundant.

"Life is starting to get better..."

"That's right. Back then, the wild animals on this mountain would often come down to hurt people and eat livestock! Thanks to the protection of the mountain god, there has been no disturbance in the forest in recent years, and we can now farm with peace of mind."

"We were lucky to encounter the Mountain God. The other villages around here are still the same as before."

"I heard that during last year's Yuehua Festival, people from other villages saw the beauty of our Xiahe Village and were considering merging with us. After all, we are protected by the mountain god, while those other villages are more likely to have gods or monsters around them."

"That's right. Come to think of it, it's a good thing if there are more people in the village. Judging by the time... isn't the Moon Festival about to start again this year?"

"That's right, it'll only be half a month. When the people from the other villages come, we should discuss the village merger again. I heard that Redwood Village is the most enthusiastic. They even sent people to negotiate a while ago, and they even have the idea of ​​merging here this year."

"..................."

On the hillside, Yang Dongdong put down his hoe and overheard the conversation of several people not far away.

After descending the mountain that day, his father, Yang Sheng, locked himself in his room and began writing books as soon as he woke up.

Yang Dongdong originally intended to ask other literate people in the village to come and help, but Yang Sheng flatly refused, insisting on doing it himself.

"Their handwriting is ugly."

Yang Dongdong still remembers the extremely disdainful look in her father's eyes...

There was no other way. His father was in seclusion, his second brother had gone on a long trip, and his third brother was only interested in farming, so he had to temporarily take over the village chief's affairs. It was estimated that his father would not emerge from seclusion until the people from the other villages arrived for the Moon Festival.

This is because this Moon Festival is of paramount importance.