Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming
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70: Chapter 70 70: Chapter 70 “Hehe, Junior Brother, as long as you don’t mind, it’s all good.” Mo Wen chuckled, feeling relieved that he need not feel indebted over a meal since he had given away the seeds.

“Why would I mind?

Senior Brother, we shared this meal together, we’re friends now.

In the future, let’s find time to research cultivation spells and techniques together.”

Lai Jianlin had never looked down on anyone, not even an ant, as everything had its own survival skills.

“Alright, I’ll acknowledge you as the first friend I’ve made in the Immortal Sect.

To celebrate our friendship, shouldn’t we order some wine?”

Mo Wen spoke boisterously as he began eating meat with big bites, suddenly craving for wine again.

He wasn’t an alcoholic; usually, he didn’t have the opportunity to indulge in meat and wine like this.

“Okay, waiter, bring us your best wine,” Lai Jianlin declared spiritedly.

“Right away!” The waiter brought them a pot of Spiritual Wine and two cups.

Mo Wen poured himself a cup and filled another for Lai Jianlin.

As he poured the wine, the fragrance made his mouth water; it was incredibly enticing.

“Senior Brother, let’s toast.”

“Sure, let’s toast.” After toasting, he found the wine to be exceptionally good; it seemed to suffuse his body with Spiritual Energy that flowed through his meridians.

No wonder the wealthy found cultivation so easy; their success was piled high with resources that strengthened their bodies.

“Junior Brother, these cups are too small.

Where I come from, common folk don’t drink Spiritual Wine, but when we do drink, we use big bowls—that’s true spirit.”

“Senior Brother, let’s not, shall we?

We can’t afford to get drunk.

We don’t have many days left before the competition; we need to go into seclusion or find somewhere to practice spells after this meal.”

“That’s true.

But you said, let’s find a mountain peak in the Sect where we can practice for a few days, and test our spells on each other.

If there’s anything we don’t understand, we can discuss it together.”

Mo Wen actually hoped to ask Lai Jianlin for advice since his Wood Spirit Root spells were weak.

And perhaps Lai Jianlin’s Cultivation Manuals were more numerous than his own.

Even though their Spiritual Roots were different, with Lai Jianlin having Triple Spirit Roots including Wood Spirit Root.

“Senior Brother, it’s okay to go outside for a spell contest, but when it comes to practicing, it’s best to return to our own courtyards.

After all, the Spiritual Energy there is richer than outside.”

Lai Jianlin’s claim was not without basis; the Sect’s Spirit Veins were usually strongest in the Immortals’ abodes who had higher-level cultivation.

For instance, the dwellings of Inner Sect Disciples like him were naturally better than those of Outer Sect Disciples, and so on.

Unoccupied mountain peaks, though imbued with Spiritual Energy, lacked Spirit Veins beneath them.

That’s why no one set up caves or established practice grounds on such peaks.

“Well then…

let’s keep in touch with Voice Transmission Conches!”

Mo Wen took a metallic rod out of his Storage Bag, about the length and thickness of a finger.

This was his latest invention, learned from a Secret Manual of Artifact Refining in the Scripture Pavilion.

During a mission, he found a type of metal which he used experimentally to craft two of these rods.

“What is this…

How does it work?” Lai Jianlin, a scion of a second-rate family, had never heard of such a thing.

Weren’t they using Sound Transmission Talismans?

What was this new invention?

Did the Voice Transmission Conch eliminate the need for paper?

This would be very convenient for those who didn’t know Talisman Making or lacked money.

“It’s a Magical Treasure used by infusing it with Spiritual Energy.

Just transmit a bit of Spiritual Energy into the conch and speak.

Since I also have one, your words will be broadcast by my conch, just like a loudspeaker.”

“Can I use this conch to send messages to my family?”

“That won’t work; this conch has its limitations.

You can’t receive messages beyond ten thousand miles, nor can any be received inside Secret Realms, nor without a responding conch.”

“So the only person I can contact with this conch is you, Senior Brother?”

“Yes, since this invention is a new trial, I only made two, and no one else has used them outside.

It’s not like Sound Transmission Talismans which are widely used by everyone.”

“Alright, then, Senior Brother, you can research new inventions.

Why not patent it and sell it if you make more?”

“I wish I could!

Junior Brother, don’t you know how poor your Senior Brother is?

I can’t afford the materials!

Plus, I don’t even know where to sell them.

If I made them and no one bought them, I would lose big time.”

“Senior Brother, how about this?

Write down your invention process for these materials, and I’ll buy the invention from you.

I’ll get my family to make and sell them, and then the people in my family can also communicate with me.”

“Really?

You’re not kidding me, right?

You’d actually pay for it?

How much are you willing to offer?”

Mo Wen was excited about the prospect of making money from something he fiddled with, regretting he hadn’t collected more of the metal when he first found it; he hadn’t thought it would be useful.

The metal was from a place littered with metal mines, yet it seemed like no one had tapped into them.

As he pondered, he felt that Lai Jianlin was a decent person.

Why not let him know so his family could exploit it?

“Junior Brother, if you give me 100 lower-grade Spirit Stones, I will not only give you this invention but also tell you of a metal mine where you can find this metal for the conches.

It’s a find from one of my missions, and you’re the first person I’m telling about it.”

“Really?

Senior Brother, you’re too kind to your Junior Brother.

With this information, we’ll have the metal for the conches.

But you can’t tell anyone else, alright?”

“Of course, we’re friends.

If your family prospers, I’ll be happy too.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Lai Jianlin took a small cube-shaped Storage Bag from his own and placed it into Mo Wen’s hand.

“Junior Brother, this is…”

“Senior Brother, take a look…

Let’s just understand each other; no need to say more.”

Mo Wen nodded and briefly inspected the storage bag with his spiritual power.

This observation surprised him; there were boxes of 100 lower-grade spirit stones in the storage bag.

He estimated there might be 1,000 pieces in total.

His mouth fell open a bit, which gave him an even bigger surprise—there were also pills inside, including Spirit Supplement Pills and Healing Pills.

Like them, having entered the Foundation Establishment Stage, they needed to consume Foundation Establishment Pills to advance their cultivation to the next level.

Among the assortment of pills, he also spotted a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Having this pill would be useful when he would seek to advance to the Mid Foundation Establishment stage.

He had thought he’d have to undertake missions or win competitions in the Sect’s grand contests to gain such pills.

He never expected to obtain them without having to win awards in all the Sects’ grand contests.

“Junior Brother, thank you.

Your great kindness will not be forgotten by your Senior Brother.”

“Senior Brother, we’re friends,” Lai Jianlin put away the metal voice transmission conch.

Mo Wen took out a jade token, inscribed some characters onto it with his spiritual power, and placed it in front of Lai Jianlin.

“Junior Brother, this jade token is imbued with your Senior Brother’s knowledge of how to refine such a voice transmission conch.”

“Thank you very much, Senior Brother.”

Lai Jianlin pocketed the jade token and then told his Senior Brother:

“Senior Brother, I have other matters to attend to.

You’ve had your fill, so head back to the Sect.

Don’t stay out too long.”

“Junior Brother, there’s still wine and so much meat left uneaten.”

“Senior Brother, if we can’t finish it, just pack it up and take it with you, haha.”

“All right, Junior Brother, take care.

I’ll pack it up for a late-night snack,” the Senior Brother said.

Lai Jianlin settled the bill with the shopkeeper and then left the tavern, stepping onto the street.

When he applied to join the Immortal Sect of the Ximen, his father supported him.

After he entered, they rented a shop outside the Ximen Immortal Sect, managed by family members.

Whenever Lai Jianlin had important matters, he would secretly come here to convey messages to his family.

If Lai Jianlin ever ran out of money here, he could also come to this shop for support and take the money directly from here.

This was also the reason why Lai Jianlin hadn’t returned home for several years, yet his family was well-informed about his circumstances.

Every time he left the Immortal Sect, he would come here to pass on messages to his family.

He would also come here to check if his family had sent any messages for him.

The reason he had not been approached by the Ximen Immortal Sect was that he had concealed his background, having entered the Sect as a commoner.

He had kept such a low profile over the years that no one realized he was the scion of a wealthy family.

Because he did not squander or spend extravagantly outdoors, he never flaunted his wealth in front of his fellow disciples.

Lai Jianlin arrived at the door of a shop, which naturally sold items common in the cultivation world—magical treasures, spirit talismans.

Upon entering the shop, the attendant saw him and said, “Immortal Young Gentleman, what would you like to purchase?”

“I would like to buy an Immortal Garment.”

“Young Gentleman, please come this way.

The Shopkeeper will assist you.”

Their words were codeword, of course.

The attendant certainly recognized this family scion, and although his cultivation was quite low, he also bore the surname Lai.

“All right…”

The attendant did not take Lai Jianlin inside; in that room was the Shopkeeper.

Their shop had two attendants and one Shopkeeper.

The other attendant, of course, had other tasks, such as cooking for them or acquiring goods from the family to sell in the shop.

Lai Jianlin came to a closed door and knocked using a secret code.

Choosing not to speak was, of course, to prevent snooping by those with high cultivation levels.

In the cultivation world, hidden thieves can burrow through walls and ground, capable of stealing anything.

The magical treasures and spirit talismans they displayed outside were the most common ones.

When familiar faces came to shop, they would mention the valuable items they wanted to buy.

The door opened, and a man in a gray robe greeted Lai Jianlin with a nod.

Lai Jianlin walked in, and the door closed behind him.

He went to a stool in the room and seated himself conscientiously.

“Young Master, it’s not yet the appointed day.

Why have you come early?”

“There’s a grand competition in the Immortal Sect, and in this period, I won’t be appearing here.

If possible, I might even follow to other Sects’ competitions,” Lai Jianlin explained to the Shopkeeper.

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