Chapter 862

The outside world was bustling, but the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint was as quiet as before.

A figure swept across the sky, suddenly stopped, and landed in a lake.

The white-clothed man looked at the surroundings, his eyes showing suspicion.

Golden light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing his fingertips move slightly, he cast streaks of magic formulas toward the void, and array flags flew out from his sleeves, sinking into the lake.

Because of his actions, the calm lake surface gradually rippled.

After doing everything ready, the white-clothed man gave a low drink.

"Open!"

The next moment, he saw the calm lake surface reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, gradually revealing its true appearance.

Black lotus pods came into view.

They bloomed on the clear lake surface, bathed in water vapor, spitting out incredibly pure water-type spiritual energy.

Seeming to see an outsider, these black lotus pods dived under the water surface together.

Full of spirituality!

Seeing this scene, a look of surprise and joy appeared on Luo Chen's face.

"Black Obsidian Lotus Pods!"

"I didn't expect that in this world, there would be such high-grade spiritual medicine!"

"No wonder when I passed by this place just now, I felt that the free-roaming spiritual energy between heaven and earth was different from other places."

Black Obsidian Lotus Pods are a kind of high-grade spiritual medicine recorded in the seventy-two volumes of the Alchemy Book of the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord.

Where they grow, there is no filth.

Spitting out spiritual energy, removing the dross and keeping the essence.

It can be said that wherever such spiritual medicine exists, the place itself will be nourished into a spiritual land.

But its true function is that after being used as medicine, it has a great nourishing effect on a cultivator's Nascent Soul, which can make the Nascent Soul more solid and not disturbed by external demons.

Even many water-type Soul Transformation experts would cultivate this kind of medicinal material to temper their primordial spirit.

"Earlier on the token, there was no record of this medicinal material?"

Luo Chen muttered to himself, wondering why the Alchemy Saint had hidden it in this matter.

Then, he gradually thought of a possibility.

Those medicinal materials specifically marked by the Alchemy Saint should have been left by herself.

And these hidden high-grade spiritual medicines were estimated to be specially cultivated for others.

As a successor who inherited the Alchemy Saint's insights, it is natural to automatically receive what the Alchemy Saint left behind, but what others entrusted here is another matter.

"Then who should be the true owner of these Black Obsidian Lotus Pods?"

The answer is self-evident.

Only those three ancestors of the Mingyuan Sect had the face to let the Alchemy Saint Chu Yan spend so much effort to arrange the spiritual land and set up the array to cultivate medicinal materials.

And among the three experts, Ancestor Yu Ming mainly cultivated wind-type techniques.

So the owner of these Black Obsidian Lotus Pods could only be Ancestor Ancestor Tianyuan and Ancestor Heize.

Luo Chen was more inclined to the latter.

Ancestor Ancestor Tianyuan achieved Soul Transformation earlier, and his primordial spirit was already solid.

Only Ancestor Ancestor Heize had achieved Soul Transformation for a shorter time, and his primordial spirit was not strong enough, needing external help.

This point can be seen from the fact that the Yuan Tu Sword swallowed his primordial spirit.

Luo Chen looked at the empty lake surface again and took back the array flags he had cast.

The array that covered this place was gone, and it started again.

Luo Chen's sharp eyes were still staring inside, and after a long time, those spiritual black lotus pods floated out of the water surface again.

He turned and left!

It was not that he had no way to take this batch of Black Obsidian Lotus Pods, nor that he had no relevant alchemy formulas in his hand, but that it was not the best time to use these Black Obsidian Lotus Pods.

Although Luo Chen often overdraws the future to enhance short-term strength, it is often under forced circumstances.

In general, he has a personality with relatively long-term planning.

It's just that most of the time, he was forced by the situation and had to stand on the present.

Now no one is forcing him, and this Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint is quite safe, so why bother wasting these Black Obsidian Lotus Pods?

After he achieves Soul Transformation in the future, refining a pair of elixirs to stabilize the primordial spirit will be enough to save hundreds of years of effort!

At that time, it would be the best time to use them.

Luo Chen drove his escape light, wandering in the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint, which was not small, but definitely not large for him.

According to the guidance on the token, Luo Chen found spiritual lands where medicinal materials were planted.

Especially the Hongling Grass he needed for cultivation, he also found the corresponding location.

The growth was extremely good, the age was quite high, and it was the batch of Hongling Grass with the best quality Luo Chen had ever seen.

This time, Luo Chen harvested it without hesitation!

Refining elixirs with this would inevitably result in a large batch of high-grade or even top-grade Hongyuan Elixirs, which could significantly accelerate his cultivation efficiency.

Considering that he would have to forcibly cross the Nether Abyss later, there must be no shortcomings in magic power.

Luo Chen would naturally not waste it.

Of course, he also left seeds for this batch of Hongling Grass cultivation garden, and replanted some Hongling Grass that were scattered and not yet mature enough.

Luo Chen still knew a thing or two about the craftsmanship of a spiritual planter.

After harvesting the Hongling Grass, Luo Chen carried a medicine basket larger than himself and returned to the cave.

At this time, Luo Chen missed the Penglai Eight-Corner Pavilion a little.

The newly harvested Hongling Grass was not suitable for being put into a storage ring, only a space storage magic treasure of the true-artifact level like the Penglai Eight-Corner Pavilion that could communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would not affect the medicinal materials.

"I have to go back to the Luo Tian Sect."

In a great mountain.

A giant dragon of hundreds of feet was swimming slowly.

Seeming to perceive some aura, it climbed up the mountain along the mountain range and said "gently" to a young man on the mountain top: "Little Master, Master is back."

Luo Luo Lingxi stopped what he was doing and looked far away in the direction pointed by the Black King.

Although he did not cultivate immortal techniques, Luo Luo Lingxi's eyesight now far exceeded that of mortals.

This was due to Luo Chen using the diluted Jade Emperor Clear Pupil Liquid for him from time to time.

In his sight, his young father was carrying a medicine basket, like an old farmer returning after hard work, stepping on the sunset glow.

A look of joy appeared on his face, but he pursed his lips, and that trace of smile was restrained, and he began to practice a set of boxing techniques on his own.

The wind was blowing, and it was quite orderly.

Luo Chen's speed was extremely fast, and the pause at a certain place just now was just to observe the feeding process of the Nirvana Sacred Fire.

After returning, seeing his son's actions, he couldn't help but frown.

"You taught him?"

His eyes were looking at Luo Luo Lingxi, but he asked the Black King.

The language was calm, implying a tone of questioning.

The Black King shrugged his neck, "I taught him."

Luo Luo Lingxi stopped what he was doing and explained nervously: "The Black King saw that I was too tired going up and down the mountain, so he taught me this set of rough climbing and jumping methods, not any profound cultivation technique."

Luo Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, this was not any rough climbing and jumping method.

It contained the essence of the physical techniques he practiced in the eight-hundred-mile Penghu of the Wan Xian Society back then, but it omitted the demand for magic power.

If Luo Luo Lingxi possessed great power and then used this technique, the power that would erupt would be unimaginable.

Luo Chen looked at the Black King and said in a low voice: "You have a heart."

It was not known whether he was praising the Black King for having a heart to modify his technique, or referring to the fact that he specifically taught this technique to Luo Luo Lingxi.

A sentence made the Black King quite nervous.

But Luo Chen had already entered the cave with the medicine basket, leaving only one sentence: "Come back early for dinner."

After he left, the dragon and the young man both breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Luo Lingxi smiled: "Da Hei, look, I said Father wouldn't scold you."

The Black King was helpless: "You don't understand, your father doesn't say many things verbally, but keeps them in his heart. Who knows, he might scold me in the future. In the future, you'd better not ask me to teach you things."

Luo Luo Lingxi's eyelashes trembled, and his lively eyes showed a trace of dimness.

His father was indeed such an existence who did not show his joy or anger.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the Black King went down the mountain, and the young man continued to practice the previous set of boxing techniques.

That was definitely not just a climbing and jumping method.

Between one punch and one kick, the wind was blowing, and the young man was just a mortal body, but he hit the flying sand and rocks, which was eye-catching.

Until a set of boxing techniques was completely finished, a voice came over, and he ran back to the cave.

"Time to eat."

Luo Chen said simply, and then sat down on the chair.

There was a simple dish on the table, just made by stir-frying the most ordinary wild vegetables in the Blessed Land, and even the rice in the two bowls was just millet. It was a bit light.

But there was no other way.

Luo Luo Lingxi was just a mortal, unable to enjoy great nourishing things, and could not be allowed to take too much Inedia Elixir, so Luo Chen had to cook some meals for him in person from time to time.

This kind of thing was not troublesome for Luo Chen.

Living two lives, most of the time he spent alone, so cooking was a common thing for him.

It was just that in the three hundred years of cultivation, he ignored this craftsmanship.

The father and son ate dinner quietly in the bright cave.

A chopstick of green vegetables, a chopstick of rice.

Because there was only one dish, and the young man ate very urgently, the chopsticks would touch each other from time to time.

After eating three bowls of rice in one breath, the young man put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

"Father, I'm full."

Luo Chen gave an "um", "If you're full, go wash and sleep, don't read the travelogues I wrote too late."

Luo Luo Lingxi nodded obediently, hesitated before leaving, and still said: "Actually, Father doesn't need to cook for me every day, this delays your cultivation too much. I will cook for myself, and the Black King will also find ingredients with me."

Luo Chen stopped the action of picking up vegetables in his hand and looked at Luo Luo Lingxi.

The other party bit his lip and insisted: "I'm already sixteen, I've grown up!"

In the silence, Luo Chen just nodded.

"Then you cook for yourself! When I have time, I will cook in person."

Luo Luo Lingxi felt relieved and returned to his room.

After he left, Luo Chen's expression was a bit trance-like.

Sixteen already?

That little meat ball back then has now grown into an adult.

Except for being slightly shorter than himself, everything is healthy.

This also means that it has been almost six years since they came to the Mingyuan Sect, and they have stayed in the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint for a full year.

In the past, he never realized that time passed so quickly.

Often a deep retreat, a breakthrough in realm, takes years or even decades.

But watching a child grow up slowly under his own eyes, the feeling of time passing is so clear.

"Perhaps as Luo Lingxi said, it really can't be delayed any longer."

Luo Chen packed up the bowls and chopsticks and returned to his room.

He didn't cultivate directly, but first dealt with the batch of newly harvested Hongling Grass, which would be used for alchemy in a few days.

Then until dawn, he began to sit and refine Qi.

In the mountains, the young man ran fast, like a tiger or leopard.

Seeing a big tree, he rushed up straight, then aimed at the direction, and landed in the gully with an eagle dive.

Before long, he came out with a rabbit.

"Da Hei, look, I said you don't need to release your aura to suppress these wild beasts, I can catch them myself!"

The Black King crawled out slowly.

The rabbit that was still alive just looked at him and fainted.

The Black King said helplessly: "Too much trouble."

Luo Luo Lingxi insisted on his own opinion: "Not troublesome, in the future I still want to catch tigers and leopards, and shoot birds."

The Black King was curious: "Is this a way for you to exercise yourself?"

Luo Luo Lingxi nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head: "No, it's just that Father has stir-fried green vegetables for a year, the taste is too light."

The Black King was stunned.

It is natural for cultivators to like light food.

Even if they take meat, it is mostly for the large amount of spiritual energy contained in the demon beast meat.

Master seems to have ignored his son's dietary needs?

Suddenly, he looked up into the distance.

"What's wrong?" Luo Luo Lingxi asked curiously.

The Black King said with some fear: "Master's new source true fire seems to have been completed."

Luo Luo Lingxi subconsciously gripped the rabbit ears he was holding.

Has Father cultivated another great divine power?

As powerful as he is, he is still constantly progressing and has never stopped!

Can his insignificant exercises really catch up with his footsteps?

In a volcano where magma flows, Luo Chen stood on the top of the mountain, letting the heat wave hit his face.

He looked at the golden fire bird flying in the magma ocean with burning eyes.

The more he looked, the more deja vu he had.

"Phoenix!"

"How similar it is to the dharma image that Sovereign Sovereign Qixia accidentally revealed when she killed her way to Mount Mount Yanfu back then!"

"Is it right or wrong for me to let the fire spirit swallow the Nirvana Sacred Fire she left behind?"

Muttering, the golden fire bird had already flown back, circled around Luo Chen a few times, shrunk its body, stood affectionately on Luo Chen's shoulder, and combed the golden feathers made of flames with its sharp beak.

For his doubts, Luo Chen couldn't give an answer.

But the fire spirit's affectionate performance seemed to give an answer.

He only knew that he could try to leave the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint and go to the Eastern Wasteland Immortal World.

Evening.

The father and son met again at the dinner table.

It's just that unlike the usual only one dish, this time there was an extra soup, a rabbit meat stir-fried with heavy oil and heavy salt.

"Father, try my craftsmanship?" Luo Luo Lingxi invited proudly.

Luo Chen tasted two bites and nodded with a smile.

"Very good, the taste is almost catching up with your mother's craftsmanship."

"Really?" Luo Luo Lingxi was very happy with his father's recognition, but then his face was dim, "I haven't seen Mother for a long time."

Luo Chen put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "Soon, you will be able to see her."

Luo Luo Lingxi said happily: "Are we going out?"

Luo Chen shook his head slightly: "It's me who is going out."

The young man was stunned.

Luo Chen didn't explain, just ordered: "I will leave the Black King behind, you wait for me here, short for a few months, long for a few years. If I don't... I will come back."

After speaking, he left the living room.

Luo Luo Lingxi bit his lip, his father only took one bite of the delicious food he had carefully cooked.

Most importantly, why didn't his father take him, is he considered a burden?

The sky was clear and the moon was bright, and the night wind was blowing gently.

The Black King was curious: "Why didn't Master take me? The Nether Abyss is quite dangerous, at least Xiao Hei can carry you for a ride."

Luo Chen sighed: "You also know it's dangerous! Even for me, whether I can successfully get out this time, I only have seven or eight percent confidence. In case you are also lost inside, who will take care of Luo Lingxi?"

The Black King was speechless, it was indeed such a truth.

Luo Chen's words were still drifting with the night wind.

"And, I need you to stay in the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint, watching the gate, so as not to let any powerful ghosts break in."

While speaking, a token fell in front of the Black King.

The Black King knew that this was the key to the Blessed Land of the Alchemy Saint.

After he collected it solemnly, he asked: "Master, when are we leaving?"

Luo Chen's expression was solemn.

"Tomorrow morning!"

In the abyss where undercurrents surged, ghosts drifted back and forth.

Suddenly, sword light erupted from the darkness, silently beheading the ghosts.

After clearing the ghosts outside the Blessed Land, a white figure gradually emerged.

Luo Chen took a deep breath, his red eyes and golden pupils fixed on a certain direction, and left calmly. (End of chapter)