Chapter 259: Longevity: My Farming-Style Immortal Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 259 Still Alone

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Everything in this jade pendant concerns spirit plants that cannot be cultivated or planted in spirit fields.

It consists of three parts in total.

Part one: Compendium of Forbidden Plants.

Part two: Forbidden Arts and Secret Techniques.

Part three: Miscellaneous Records of Strange Tales.

Xu Zhangqing couldn't help but read aloud: "Ni Ming Blood Lotus, grows at the yin-yang inverted site where the volcano crater meets the cold pool; when it blooms, it causes spiritual energy within ten li to flow backward, forcing cultivators' spiritual power to run amok?"

The very first forbidden plant made him suck in a sharp breath.

Next came the second plant:

Shi Hun Mandala

Its petals are dark purple, its surface covered in spiderweb-like silver veins, and at the center of its stamen floats a translucent "heart" that keeps beating, each beat emitting a sound like an infant's wailing.

It takes root in places of extreme yin, absorbing yin-evil qi and the lingering resentment left behind after cultivators die.

Every first quarter moon, the mandala unfurls its petals to release purple smoke; wherever the smoke reaches, metal objects rust rapidly, and spirit stones lose their luster.

The smoke contains Shi Hun Spores; those who inhale them have their spirit sense parasitized, gradually losing their autonomy and becoming puppets driven by the mandala.

Once, an evil cultivator used it to control an entire sect, causing over a hundred cultivators to become walking corpses, so it was listed as a Class-One Forbidden Plant.

Behind it were more: Ten Thousand Bones Withered Vine, Phantom Heart Demon Mushroom, Shi Ling Parasitic Locust Tree, Wu Wang Poison Mushroom, and so on...

Just from the names, one could tell how sinister they were.

In short, each one was more dangerous than the last.

Most of them were even exclusive to evil cultivators.

From time to time, Xu Zhangqing would sigh: "No wonder they're listed as forbidden plants!"

Not long after, he saw the second part, namely the forbidden arts and secret techniques.

Spirit Plant Puppet Technique

This art selects rare spirit plants with tenacious vitality, using a special method to inscribe puppet technique runes onto the spirit plant's core.

Then, it fills them with the divine souls of living people or demon beasts, using secret arts to fuse the divine soul with the spirit plant, turning it into a puppet that obeys the practitioner's commands.

Spirit plant puppets possess various effects, even exclusive special effects.

However, the creation process is extremely cruel; it not only harms living beings but also prevents the divine soul from resting in peace.

Once a spirit plant puppet loses control, it will cause massive destruction to the surrounding environment and become an uncontrollable killing machine.

This art violates human ethics, seriously disrupts the order of the Tianyuan Realm, triggers numerous tragedies, and is thus regarded by many immortal sects as a taboo among taboos.

Special Note: Spirit plant puppets are easily confused with Yanshi Puppets!!!

Behind it were more: Blood Sacrifice Spirit Catalyst Curse, Soul Parasite Technique, Ling Zhi Prison Technique, Ni Ling Reincarnation Curse, and so on...

Xu Zhangqing narrowed his eyes, feeling his consciousness grow increasingly hazy, and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "If I hadn't become a Spirit Cultivator, I'd probably have to wait many, many years to access this content."

As for ordinary spirit farmers, they might never touch these things even until death.

The immortal sects' information blockade on this aspect was extremely strict.

He was shaken by the contents inside, and then... fell asleep.

Even letting out light snoring sounds, as if he was quite comfortable.

No one knew how much time had passed; Xu Zhangqing suddenly opened his eyes.

His sharp pupils flickered with spirited light, like spring water rippling.

This sleep left him refreshed and invigorated; now he was exceptionally spirited, even somewhat excited.

He began reading the remaining content, namely the third part, Miscellaneous Records of Strange Tales.

Inside were records of events related to forbidden plants over the past thousand years.

For example, in the far west, there was a place called Corrupt Spirit Valley.

Long ago, there was a powerful evil cultivator with a wood spiritual root who cultivated large quantities of Corpse Rot Underworld Flowers, Soul Devouring Demon Vines, and other forbidden plants.

At the time, it caused quite a sensation, and he was even jointly besieged by the Three Great Immortal Sects.

In the end, although this wood spiritual root evil cultivator died, the forbidden plants inside were preserved.

Now, it has become a forbidden place.

There are rumors that the Spirit Cultivation Evil Technique this evil cultivator practiced is still inside.

Therefore, every year it attracts many wood spiritual root cultivators to investigate, but most never return.

Xu Zhangqing climbed up from the bed and mused: "The contents of this room are too rich; I can't finish reading them in a day or two, and even if I inscribe them with spirit sense, it would take some time."

It seems that in the future, I can only come a few more times."

Of course, there was an even simpler method: take the jade pendant away.

Go home and continue reading; that would be more efficient.

But as soon as this thought arose, Xu Zhangqing shook his head to reject it.

Although the probability of losing it was almost zero, even if there was a sliver of possibility, he was unwilling to take this risk.

Coming a few more times, I would finish reading it sooner or later; there was no need to rush.

Afterward, Xu Zhangqing put the jade pendant in his hand back, then turned and left.

When he came outside, he found that the sky had already turned dark.

Looking again, plus sleeping, it actually took several hours.

Inside the palace at this moment, it was especially quiet, not a single staff member or spirit farmer to be seen.

The only thing visible was Hua Lao, seemingly asleep not far away.

Xu Zhangqing raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself: "The more you know, the greater the responsibility; if I had known earlier, I might as well have been a happy little spirit farmer."

Afterward, he walked toward the palace exit.

Passing Hua Lao, he dared not make a sound to disturb him, and could only cup his hands in a bow, counting it as a greeting.

Just as he was walking out, Hua Lao, who had originally been sleeping with his eyes closed, quietly raised his eyelids.

With eyes deep as an ancient well, he quietly gazed.

Only after he could no longer be seen at all did he close his eyes again.

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When he came outside, as far as the eye could see, there was no one else on Pingdingshan.

Xu Zhangqing skillfully followed the stairway, walking step by step down the mountain.

After coming down, he immediately summoned Big Leaf Grass, and his whole person rose from the ground.

Whoosh—

At extremely fast speed, he swiftly shuttled through the night.

Passing Zhao Ying Spirit Field, he slightly slowed his speed.

Two mu of Second Grade Spirit Field.

One mu planted with spirit rice.

One mu planted with vegetables.

Inside the wooden house, a lamp was lit, and a figure was moving about inside.

At the door outside the house, Zhao Ying held a saw in his hand, personally crafting a cradle.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing suddenly understood: "So it is; last time we met, his Dao Companion was already pregnant, her belly quite obvious, I suppose the child should be born by now."

Zhao Ying and his wife are actually a microcosm of most spirit farmers in the spirit field.

They do not have very high talent.

They can only grow step by step through time.

From an individual developing into a family, even a cultivation small clan.

From inside the house came his wife's voice: "Husband, it's late at night, you should rest!"

Zhao Ying smiled foolishly: "Coming, coming, tomorrow's bed will be done soon!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing's gaze was especially complex.

Deep in his heart, there was even a bit of... envy.

As a Changshengzhe, although he did not need to worry about one day reaching the end of life.

But precisely because of this, he also missed out on many, many wonderful things.

Love and family affection became things that could be encountered but not sought.

Although he had met many people.

Possessed friends.

And had spent some time being intimate with Senior Sister Yu.

But compared to when he just received his promotion, it seems there was not much change.

One person, still one person!