Chapter 211: The Situation

The day after Bai Zichun left.

The fifth-rank source of the spiritual vein that Ye Qingxuan exchanged, along with fifteen fourth-rank sources of spiritual veins, had already been delivered into Ye Qingxuan's hands.

He integrated these sixteen sources of spiritual veins into the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land.

Three months later.

Under the catalysis of the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, the sixteen sources of spiritual veins transformed into individual spiritual veins.

As soon as the spiritual veins took shape, they began to open energy channels, assisting the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land in absorbing external energy to transform it into spiritual energy and primordial essence.

After adding one fifth-rank spiritual vein and fifteen fourth-rank spiritual veins.

Within the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, ignoring spiritual veins below the third rank, the number of spiritual veins at the third rank and above had reached:

Two fifth-rank spiritual veins, twenty-eight fourth-rank spiritual veins, and twenty third-rank spiritual veins.

The speed at which the entire Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land ingested energy and transformed primordial essence surged once again.

This speed far exceeded the inherent limit of a third-rank Cave Heaven and Blessed Land.

Based on the current speed at which the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land transformed primordial essence.

The Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land was no longer far from the peak of the third rank and advancing to the fourth rank.

Coupled with the continuous supply of low-level Qing Demon race corpses transported by the mysterious shop.

Perhaps it would only take a few decades for the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land to reach the peak of the third rank and advance directly to the fourth rank.

Once the elemental rules met the standard, the bottleneck between the third and fourth ranks for the Qingxuan Cave Heaven and Blessed Land no longer existed.

As long as the accumulation of primordial essence was sufficient, advancement could occur directly.

After settling the matter of the spiritual veins.

Ye Qingxuan returned to his previous cultivation life.

Every day, he was either cultivating, or drinking tea and admiring the scenery in the Stone Pavilion, contemplating the profound mysteries of heaven and earth.

Now, his comprehension of these mysteries had accumulated to a very profound depth.

If not for his current cultivation base being too low to withstand the power of the elemental rules, his comprehension would have been passively suppressed by his own limitations.

Ye Qingxuan would have long ago comprehended the elemental rules and reached an extremely deep level.

However, Ye Qingxuan was not impatient about this.

As long as his cultivation base improved, comprehending the elemental rules would be a natural consequence.

Besides cultivation.

Ye Qingxuan occasionally took matters into his own hands, planting various spiritual herbs without using spiritual power.

Although the survival rate of spiritual herbs planted this way would decrease.

Ye Qingxuan found great joy in it.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon another ten years had gone by.

In these years.

Cultivators below the Void Refinement realm in the Di Xuan Realm fought fiercely against the Qing Demon race in the lower realm, exchanging blows back and forth.

Regarding this war.

The cultivators on both sides went from being passive at the beginning to actively participating now.

Every year, cultivators broke through the limitations of their spiritual roots, rising on the battlefield and bringing fame to their hometowns.

Behind this stood countless more failures who spilled their blood in the lower realm, leaving no bones behind.

For every cultivator who rose in the Di Xuan Realm, hundreds of cultivators in the Qing Demon Realm perished.

The same applied in reverse.

Since the two realms began the war, the number of Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators had increased, but the growth was very limited.

Because while some cultivators rose smoothly, breaking through to the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation realms.

Others, due to carelessness, successively perished among the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation experts.

As for those below the Nascent Soul realm, whether in the Di Xuan Realm or the Qing Demon Realm, the number of cultivators was gradually dwindling.

Even so, every year countless mid- and low-rank cultivators rushed to the vicinity of hegemonic powers in the lower realm to hunt demons.

It could be said that although the battle had not yet spread to the Di Xuan Realm itself.

Every cultivator within the Di Xuan Realm was busy preparing for war, ready to enter the fray and fight.

Although the Di Xuan Realm was prosperous, those with low spiritual root talents still made up the majority.

Danger and opportunity coexisted.

With no hope for the future.

The battlefield in the lower realm was the only hope for those with insufficient talent.

Although it was a one-in-a-hundred chance of survival, it at least gave them hope to reach realms they had previously dared not imagine.

Even Ye Qingxuan's brother, Ye Qingxiao.

Had been fighting and killing in the lower realm for these years, rarely returning to the Xuantian Sect.

Ye Qingxuan had not been in contact with Ye Qingxiao for a very long time.

If not for the fact that the mark on Ye Qingxiao's disciple token had not shattered, Ye Qingxuan would have worried that he had perished.

Compared to the busyness of other cultivators in the Di Xuan Realm.

Ye Qingxuan, who spent his days leisurely secluding himself and cultivating within the Xuantian Sect, appeared quite unconventional.

Inside the Stone Pavilion.

Ye Qingxuan drank a cup of tea contentedly, squinting as he lay on a recliner, gently swaying.

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan took out his disciple token, which was vibrating slightly.

After checking the information inside, he asked in confusion:

"Bai Wen? For no reason at all, why has he suddenly come to see me?"

Ever since they parted last time.

Apart from occasionally chatting a few words on the disciple token, he and Bai Wen had not seen each other again.

He never expected that today Bai Wen would suddenly send him a message, wanting to come and visit him.

Bai Wen was one of the few friends Ye Qingxuan had interacted with after entering the Xuantian Sect.

However, though they had a connection, it was not deep.

The interaction between Ye Qingxuan and Bai Wen was mostly centered on transactions.

Ever since Ye Qingxuan became a Fortune Cultivator and opened his own Tianfu shop.

The contact between him and Bai Wen had become less and less frequent.

Facing Bai Wen's sudden visit, Ye Qingxuan did not refuse.

He stood up, stretched, and then waved his hand to put away the reclining chair.

Ye Qingxuan brewed a new pot of tea and waited for Bai Wen's arrival.

Not long after, a streak of light cut across the sky, and Bai Wen had already arrived outside the stone pavilion.

"Junior Brother Ye, it has been a long time. Are you well? Hahaha!"

Upon seeing Ye Qingxuan, Bai Wen spoke first with a smile.

Hearing Bai Wen's words, Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, his hands continuing the motion of brewing tea, and said lightly:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Bai, for your concern. Please, take a seat!"

As he spoke, Ye Qingxuan gestured for Bai Wen to sit and poured him a cup of tea.

Over a hundred years had passed, and Bai Wen's cultivation base had broken through to the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

This cultivation speed could not be called slow, nor could it be called particularly fast.

It could only be considered standard.

After Bai Wen took his seat, Ye Qingxuan asked curiously:

"Senior Brother Bai, is there something specific you came for this time?"

Hearing this, Bai Wen rolled his eyes at Ye Qingxuan:

"What? Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head lightly and joked:

"That's not it. It's just that we haven't seen each other in a long time, and Senior Brother Bai's sudden visit has surprised me, your junior brother!"

Although Ye Qingxuan teased with his words, he held no dissatisfaction in his heart.

He himself was a quiet natured person who preferred a peaceful cultivation.

If there was no matter at hand, he would not even actively contact Ye Qingxiao.

But this did not affect the relationship between him and Ye Qingxiao.

Therefore, as long as Bai Wen's friendship towards him remained unchanged, his attitude towards Bai Wen would not change either.

As for whether they visited each other or kept in contact in daily life, Ye Qingxuan did not value it highly.

Cultivators cultivate both their bodies and their hearts.

If one's own heart changes due to the flow of time and cannot be controlled by oneself.

Then what difference is there from ordinary mortals?

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's words, Bai Wen smiled awkwardly and instinctively took a sip of tea.

In these years, ever since Ye Qingxuan's elixirs stopped being sold at his place.

The contact between him and Ye Qingxuan had indeed become less and less frequent, let alone coming to visit Ye Qingxuan.

Although part of this was due to Bai Wen being busy with cultivation and the business of the Treasure Pavilion.

The fact that his contact with Ye Qingxuan gradually decreased was undeniable.

If he were not about to leave the Xuantian Sect, he might not have had time to come to Ye Qingxuan's place to wander around.

(End of this chapter)