Chapter 229: Next Batch

Wei Yuan looked at these hundred or so Cui family disciples, only to see that everyone was carrying a backpack, all of the same style; it seemed that the Cui family had put in effort for this trip.

These people were of different ages, some fifteen or sixteen, and some nearly forty, basically all with the cultivation of Great Perfection of Body Forging. Although they wore uniform robes, there were differences in their speech and behavior; some were clearly arrogant, others were cautious, but most of them were blank-faced and carried some indignation.

At this time, someone complained: "Why did you throw us in this place where birds don't shit? Hey, you, why haven't you come over to pay your respects? My uncle is..."

Cui Yu said coldly: "Who is your uncle? Let's hear it?"

That dandy was startled, and only then did he see Cui Yu clearly, hurriedly nodding and bowing to apologize.

These people were all unable to forge a Foundation Establishment, and even if they were direct bloodlines, their status in the Cui family was just like that; they only had a chance to show off after leaving the family. With Cui Yu present, they couldn't even bring out their family elders; after all, Cui Yu's branch went up to the patriarch, and further up was the Immortal Ancestor.

Cui Yu was in a bad mood at this time, and he gave a slap, knocking the dandy to the ground, shouting: "Putting on airs in front of Wei Domain Lord? Are you blind? You bunch of trash can't even cultivate a Foundation Establishment, you won't live to be a hundred, and you still have the nerve to be surnamed Cui?"

Cui Yu became angrier the more he scolded, and immediately gave a beating, until even Wei Yuan couldn't watch anymore and hurriedly pulled him away. Since Cui Yu started leading troops, his daily style of doing things had become simpler and rougher, and he would rather move his hands than argue.

However, the old man left in a hurry, and Wei Yuan forgot to ask one important thing, so he hurriedly said to Cui Yu: "Write a letter to the family and ask what the casualty indicator is?"

Casualty indicator? The Cui family crowd all pricked up their ears; this term didn't sound very good.

Cui Yu slapped his thigh: "Right! How did I forget this! If you don't see blood, how can you cultivate a Foundation Establishment? I'll go write the letter immediately, I have to ask for ten spots no matter what."

The Cui family crowd felt more and more wrong; how could people die just to cultivate a Dao?!

Cui Yu glanced at the crowd and added: "Anyone who thinks their identity is special and must not die, I can also arrange for you not to go to the battlefield, but you have to talk to me in detail separately."

Handing the Cui family crowd to Cui Yu to take away, Wei Yuan opened the small box gifted by the old man and was stunned. In the box were three black rice grains the size of a finger, shaped like pearls, looking like glazed beads.

Were these the original seeds of pearl rice?

Pearl rice was also a type of spirit food, similar to sorghum, but this was a middle-rank spirit plant. This kind of spirit rice was planted by every noble family, and black pearls were the specialty of the Cui family and the Xu family. In the strictly graded noble families, pearl rice was something exclusively for Dharma Form, and ordinary people couldn't eat it even if they had money.

The pearl rice cultivated by noble families was different from the common ones on the market; every planting season, the noble families would distribute seeds, and the pearl rice grown from these seeds would no longer multiply and grow, so they had to buy seeds from the noble families every year.

Now the Cui family had directly given three original seeds; this remuneration was more valuable than three Foundation Establishments. And giving nothing else but spirit plant seeds, this intention was a bit deep.

Wei Yuan came to the medicine garden, preparing to find a piece of land to plant the three original seeds, and saw True Person Chuhe directing several disciples to set up a formation around the medicine garden. Seeing Wei Yuan arrive, True Person Chuhe said with a smile: "I saw that your original formation was too simple, so I set up a new one for you. Roughly speaking, it can be one or two times stronger than your original formation."

"Many thanks, True Person!"

True Person Chuhe laughed: "A small effort, no need to thank me. This old Daoist has many good things here, you will know later. Oh, I smell the scent of spirit plant seeds, what is it this time?"

Wei Yuan took out the three original seeds of pearl rice and handed them over. True Person Chuhe raised his eyebrows and said: "Cui family's black pearls? It seems their family values that junior here very much, unfortunately, it's just a heaven-rank."

"Hand these three seeds to me, and let the disciples plant them together, and chat for half an hour every day, the growth can be accelerated by a fold." True Person Chuhe handed the seeds to the disciple beside him.

"This... is not very good, right?"

"It's okay, they are idle anyway. If you feel guilty, just get this old Daoist some more Nether-soil." At this time, the six patches of land sprinkled with Nether-soil had been surrounded by exquisite wooden fences and evenly divided into six patches, each patch of land surface pressed solid, with a small pit in the middle, and a little water accumulated in the pit, not knowing what was planted.

At this time, Xu Wenwu walked into the medicine garden humming a little tune. Seeing Wei Yuan and True Person Chuhe, he came over to pay his respects. During this period, Xu Wenwu had become more and more like a local cultivator, and the traces of a visitor from beyond the heavens on his body had gradually faded quite a bit.

After paying his respects, Xu Wenwu loosened the soil, watered the Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui, and muttered to himself. This time, Wei Yuan's feeling was exceptionally clear: the Heavenly Star Tianxing Longkui, whose vitality was about to sprout, shrank back again, its aura becoming even deeper and more depressed, and then a small half of the luck Wei Yuan had attached to it also disappeared.

Wei Yuan waited for Xu Wenwu to finish his work, then brought him in front of True Person Chuhe's land patch and said: "From today on, learn more from several junior uncles, and help them do half an hour of work when you come over."

True Person Chuhe laughed: "If you like anything of this old Daoist's, just say it, no need to steal the art."

Wei Yuan said: "I just feel that he has some talent in cultivating spirit plants, so let him come over to help do some work, anyway, he is idle."

"That's true." True Person Chuhe agreed deeply, thinking that Xu Wenwu was the same as his few disciples, the kind that didn't use it for nothing.

The two exchanged a few more experiences in using people, and just as Wei Yuan was about to bid farewell, he suddenly felt a group of scorching Dao power coming like flying!

True Person Chuhe's face changed greatly, waving a green light screen to firmly protect the entire medicine garden.

A dark-skinned cultivator broke through the wind, holding a delicate bright gold hammer in his hand, and knocked open the old Daoist's protective light screen with one blow. Zhang Sheng followed beside him, looking helpless.

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That cultivator arrived above the medicine garden and saw the few patches of land sprinkled with Nether-soil at a glance, his expression changing suddenly, shouting: "Good you old thief Chuhe, blocking my news, it turns out it was to privately swallow the Nether-soil! Truly shameless!"

True Person Chuhe laughed: "Junior Uncle Yu, why are you so angry? These few patches of Nether-soil have already been planted by this old Daoist, so I can't dig them out for you, right?"

The cultivator was even more annoyed: "I won't cooperate with you anymore, return the deposit I paid!"

True Person Chuhe said: "Money? What money? That is an agreement witnessed by the Mission Hall; this old Daoist received the deposit, does the Junior Uncle want to go back on his word? If you want to go back on your word, you can, just pay another compensation according to the agreement."

The cultivator was so angry that his face turned red, knowing he couldn't argue with this old Daoist, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. Zhang Sheng signaled to Wei Yuan and then followed the cultivator away.

Wei Yuan bid farewell to True Person Chuhe and returned to the main peak. At this time, a wooden main hall had been built on the main peak, specifically used for receiving distinguished guests and for the people of the Grand Void Palace to discuss matters.

When Wei Yuan arrived, he saw five cultivators sitting in the room, and Zhang Sheng was talking to the dark-skinned cultivator he had just seen.

Seeing Wei Yuan enter, Zhang Sheng said: "This is Yu Zhizhuo from the Heavenly Craft Hall, you should call him Junior Uncle."

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up and he hurriedly bowed: "Junior Uncle Yu."

Yu Zhizhuo waved his hand and said: "No need for formalities! I ask you, how did that Nether-soil come about, and how much is left?"

Wei Yuan pondered and said: "There is none now, there will be another batch next month."

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