HCB Chapter 147: Silkworms and Wild Rice
Chapter 147: Silkworms and Wild Rice
Several months passed, and it was the end of summer of the second year.
The fire mulberry tree in Chen Yu's space is now ten feet high.
The mulberry leaves are about the size of two palms, and the fire patterns on them are clearly visible.
This is a standard first-grade, mid-quality spiritual plant, about one hundred and seventy years old.
Even the mulberries had grown for more than a dozen crops, and Chen Yu ate them all.
When the mulberry leaves are in full bloom, the hatching of fire silkworms is nearing completion.
As early as two months ago, the fire silkworm pupae that we bought had already hatched from their cocoons.
It is smaller than the spirit bee, but its strength is only at the peak of the acquired realm.
It is fiery red in color, has a mouthful of sharp fangs, but eats almost nothing.
I don’t know how such a weak spiritual silkworm can spit out materials that can be used to refine weapons.
The spiritual silkworm dies immediately after laying eggs, just like the silk moths in the mortal world.
Two months later, the silkworm eggs hatched into more than a thousand dark brown silkworms.
Next to the trap where the six-eyed demon spider was kept, Chen Yu built a small silkworm house and asked Jin Li to look after it from time to time.
The fire silkworm may look small, but it actually has a surprisingly large appetite.
Fortunately, there is the jade dew that helps the growth of the trees, so even if there is only one fire mulberry tree, it is enough.
Chen Yu came to one side of the pond, ready to harvest a special spiritual plant here.
He had found a spiritual plant similar to茭白 in Chengshui before, and he didn’t expect that it would grow more and more like it after planting it.
It spread out into an area of two acres, and many monsters lived in it.
When Chen Yu arrived, the half-grown ducklings were being led by the duck demon to wander around nearby.
A closer look reveals that the level of his blood energy is already equivalent to the late acquired stage.
After some time, they will become real monsters.
After the wild rice swells, it should not produce seeds.
I don’t know if it’s because of the spiritual plant, or the rich spiritual energy, but every six or seven years, a heavy ear of corn will grow.
Most of them were eaten by water monsters, and only this time they were preserved.
It turns out that without realizing it, it is nearly three hundred years old.
Chen Yu gave it some Jade Dew of Creation, and it directly reached the threshold of a second-level spiritual plant.
He had heard that wild rice was sweeter than ordinary grains.
Especially after tasting some, he immediately decided to use it to replace the first-grade top-quality golden silk spirit valley.
What was grown before was just first-grade foxtail millet, which did not taste as good as the golden silk rice, which was also of the first grade.
Now that it has become a second-level spiritual plant, not only has its taste been improved, but the concentration of its spiritual energy is also a world of difference.
If the first-level spiritual plants can only satisfy the appetite, then the second-level spiritual plants, even the quick-growing fruits or seeds, can be of some help to Chen Yu.
Only a trace of true essence flowed out, and the spiritual energy turned into a sharp blade under the control of spiritual consciousness.
The raised ears of rice were quickly gathered together, then air-dried, threshed, and shelled, becoming two large baskets of wild rice.
He had never seen a second-level spiritual plant that could be used as an edible grain in the market.
The spiritual energy content is more than ten times that of golden silk rice, and its value is about half the volume of spiritual stones.
Chen Yu stored it in a newly built hut in the space, which contained a spirit gathering array and a special "cold storage" that could delay the loss of spiritual energy to the greatest extent.
Wang Chonglin and Ling Yi Zhenren have been in seclusion, and Chen Yu doesn’t have any familiar cultivators in the market.
It’s because we have settled here for a short time. Although colleagues are not necessarily enemies, we often have a lot of things to say to each other.
However, in recent days, someone would come to his weapon forging workshop from time to time.
This is a casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with a bone age of over sixty years. He claims to be from the Great Yan Dynasty on Danhua Island.
He has a simple and honest middle-aged appearance and looks very decent.
He was very respectful in his words and always answered any questions during the conversation.
Occasionally he was commissioned to refine some low-grade magical instruments.
Chen Yu didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't hit anyone who smiled at him.
Apart from occasionally kicking guests out, people just let it go for a long time.
Sometimes the door is closed and no one can disturb you.
But this monk was like taffy and it seemed impossible to get rid of him.
Chen Yu began to pretend to accept his goodwill, ready to see what he was up to.
Life in the market town is too peaceful, we always have to find something fun to do.
And it was risk-free, which was exactly the kind of pastime he loved.
In just one month, the two became very familiar with each other.
Chen Yu secretly wanted to inquire about the origins of this monk, but he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and he had never heard anyone in the market talk about him.
"Brother Chen is proficient in refining equipment, and it seems that he has been immersed in this art for decades. May I ask if he has a master?"
"When I was young, my family was poor and my parents and brothers all died of starvation and cold.
I went out to look for food in a state of hunger and cold, but was suddenly caught in a snowstorm. Fortunately, my master saw me and saved my life.
Later, after testing his spiritual roots, he found that they were six inches and nine points, and he was then taught the method of cultivating immortality. "This was Wang Chonglin's life experience, which Chen Yu slightly modified and used.
“At that time, Master was at the eighth level of Qi Refining and was already over 120 years old.
He is also an equipment refiner, and the equipment he refines is much better than those made by Chen.
It's a pity that he passed away before I had enough skills to inherit his legacy."
He then went on to say that when his master had just passed away, he was still at the fifth level of Qi training.
The master doesn't have many enemies, but none of them are anyone he can contend with.
During those twenty years, he hid in Leiyang Lake and almost died in the monster's belly countless times.
When it came to the emotional part, Chen Yu didn't show any expression, and the monk actually looked sad.
“When Master saw that I had a spiritual root of 6.9 inches, he said that I also had the potential to establish a foundation.
Decades have passed, and Chen is still struggling, unable to comfort the spirit of his master in heaven."
The monk hurriedly advised: "Sir, you are now at the ninth level of Qi Refining and a first-class mid-grade weapon refiner. Which master would be dissatisfied?
However, Brother Chen, who has such great perseverance, can't even build a foundation. It's really a case of God being jealous of his talent."
After saying this, he sighed and felt very depressed.
Then, he mentioned his family affairs as if unintentionally: "My spiritual roots are much worse than yours, and I have no way to learn the skills of refining equipment.
The road to immortality is bumpy. After struggling in Leiyang Lake for decades, he is still a casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. "
"You say that we are worse than those people in the immortal sects, right?
Just because of my spiritual roots and missed opportunities, I was rejected."
Having said that, Chen Yu shook his head in his heart. It seemed that the fox's tail would soon be exposed.
As expected, the cultivator continued, “Although I am a casual cultivator, I have many clansmen among the mortal world.
When I was young, I was as lonely as my teacher. It was only with the support of several uncles that I was able to live to the day when I embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Now that I am older, I don’t have the opportunity to make further progress.
I just wanted to find some people among my relatives as much as possible, not to mention inheriting my mantle, but to give the accumulated cultivation resources a good place to go.
A few years ago, I tested the spiritual roots of those nephews and grandchildren, and they all had top-notch talents and comprehension."
Chen Yu came to his senses quickly. He didn't expect that someone would remember him like this.