Chapter 194: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 194 It Snowed

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The Foundation Spirit Pills were refined; because materials were scarce, there were only two.

They looked like a pair of "twins."

Their color was greenish-yellow, round and jade-like.

They exuded a fresh fragrance unique to plants.

If setting aside quantity and looking only at quality,

the color, weight, roundness, fragrance concentration, and other qualities of top-grade Foundation Spirit Pills were no different from those refined by Fang Xiaozǐ.

That is to say, Xu Zhangqing's first true pill refinement—and it was Foundation Spirit Pills that only Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators could consume—reached top-grade quality right out of the gate.

He suppressed the urge to swallow them, and with a flash of thought, moved them all into the Lightly Vitality Gourd.

Eating them on the day the Spiritual Qi Tide erupts when spring opens next year wouldn't be too late either.

After all, once winter arrives, the Wood Spirit Qi content drops sharply.

Eating them now would truly be a bit wasteful.

Afterward, Xu Zhangqing began cleaning up.

He cleaned the inside of the Golden Tripod and the ashes below.

The used wooden spoon, mortar and pestle, etc.

Everything was swept spotless, without a speck of dust.

To be honest, he always felt he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When washing dishes before, just wanting them clean might not have been too obvious.

But after switching to a full set of pill-refining equipment, he couldn't stand a single impurity.

Even a tiny speck made him extremely uncomfortable; he had to remove it.

After everything was done, Xu Zhangqing turned toward the stairs and quickly returned to the second floor on the ground.

Outside at this time, it was already late at night.

Wangwang, the guinea fowl, and the Fortress had long since rested, with no movement at all.

Even the five Fire Attribute Fire Crows had returned to the Stone House, standing in a row blankly.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing took out a handful of Top-grade Spirit Rice and fed them one by one.

Starting with Ya Da, the largest in body type occupying the middle position, all the way to Ya Wu.

After feeding, he specially infused a wisp of warm Fire Spirit Power into each Fire Crow.

They originally lived in the Earth Fire District, long consuming various Fire Attribute foods, especially entering ground fissures to swallow Earth Fire Crystals.

But now, because they had to circle the Spirit Field every day, they couldn't go to the Earth Fire District.

Therefore, whenever Xu Zhangqing had time, he would infuse his own Fire Spirit Power into them; it was the same principle as supplementing nutrition.

If Fire Crows went a long time without replenishing fire qi, they would lose vitality.

By then, their mood and emotions would worsen, and they would start slacking off.

Of course, once the Golden Crow Vine grew nodes again and condensed fire qi, they would have a food source.

Xu Zhangqing placed a porcelain dish in front of the five Fire Crows, then walked to the Balcony.

Outside, the insect chirping and frog croaking of summer were long gone, replaced by "wuwu" wind sounds.

Cold winds gusted, making it freezing cold, with all sounds silent.

That night, overcast clouds covered the sky, and only a sliver of the Moon could be seen.

The faint Moonlight could not illuminate the Spirit Field below.

Making it look like Outside was gray and hazy.

Hng—

Drip-drop—

Suddenly, something fell from the sky.

Then came a "shasha" sound.

At first very few, occasionally one or two grains.

As time passed, the number grew more and more, finally becoming dense.

Xu Zhangqing swept his Consciousness over them and found these things were quite small, overall whitish; surprised: "This is called 【Graupel】, right?"

Formed by cold water droplets freezing on Ice Crystals, usually appearing before snow or hail.

At this time, the sky began dropping these things; the situation went without saying.

Not long after, soft and fluffy goose-down snow drifted down from the Sky.

Upon landing, they collided and rubbed against the graupel, making a "sususu" sound.

To be honest, it sounded somewhat comfortable.

At the same time, an extreme cold spread silently and soundlessly.

Wangwang, who was sleeping, subconsciously curled up.

The guinea fowl huddled in a ball shrank even more into the corner.

Only the Fortress, like a piece of dead wood, had no reaction at all, as if it truly regarded under the Yang Shu as home.

Xu Zhangqing raised his eyebrows: "This year's snow came early."

He turned back into the bedroom and closed the balcony door on the way.

The benefit of the stone house was immediately apparent; not a breath of wind could be felt.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing did not absorb it but instead put it into a small gourd.

In fact, during this period, the fire spirit liquid produced by the fire crows had not been refined by him at all; it was all put into the same small gourd, to be used only after it was completely filled.

Afterwards, he took off his Formal Disciple outer robe, climbed onto the soft nanmu bed, covered himself with the snow-white silkworm silk mattress, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep just like that.

Time passed in a flash, and the next day arrived.

After waking up, Xu Zhangqing pushed open the window.

Instantly, a cold wind mixed with drifting snow blew in.

Now outside, or rather the vast spirit field, was already covered by a layer of white snow.

Both Wangwang and the guinea fowl were curled up inside their nests, motionless, too lazy to come out.

Only Honest Person Fortress still carefully patrolled around the spirit field and the stone house.

Where there was dog shit, clean dog shit.

Where there was chicken shit, clean chicken shit.

Of course, because it was winter, and it was snowing besides, there were very few weeds.

The entire patrol process had become much simpler compared to before.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing closed the window, then put on his clothes and quickly came to the first floor.

The heavy stone gate was pulled open, and a fierce wind carrying dense snowflakes attempted to rush into this territory that had not yet been explored.

At this moment, Xu Zhangqing circulated the Nine Flames Mysterious Technique; fire spirit power surged out from his Qi Sea, and his whole body, from inside out, instantly emitted scorching heat.

With a "hiss" sound, the wind was blocked, and the snow was even more evaporated into mist.

Afterwards, he stepped on the thick snow and walked toward Ling Field Second Mu.

After entering inside, he discovered that quite a few golden Mutant Spirit Rice had put on a layer of pure white outer clothing.

From its original magnificence and luxury, it suddenly became low-profile and restrained.

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly: "Not bad; it will definitely mature before the new year."

Compared to ordinary spirit rice.

Mutant Spirit Rice is stronger in every aspect.

Especially its resistance to severe cold and scorching heat, which is even more than several times greater.

A bit of wind and frost causes them no harm at all.

Therefore, Xu Zhangqing merely glanced at it, dropped the Companion Green Lotus, and then turned and walked toward the chicken coop.

If he remembered correctly, he could collect eggs again today.

At this moment, the guinea fowl in the chicken coop opened its round eyes and just stared at Wai Jie like that.

Suddenly, a familiar face entered Shi Jian, and in an instant filled the entire pupil.

Even the light from Wai Jie was blocked, and the chicken coop instantly became pitch black.

"That huge Chicken Brother is here again."

"Every time he wants to put his evil big hand below me... to explore."

"The egg can't be saved again!"

Of course, the guinea fowl was already used to this situation, or rather numb to it, and no longer held out hope.

It only begged that after the huge Chicken Brother took the chicken egg, he would not have any bad thoughts about it.

Just hope that after the huge Chicken Brother takes away the Chicken Egg, he won't form any bad thoughts about himself.

Being a chicken... is really hard!

Being a chicken… is really hard!