Chapter 291

The man's eyelids twitched, but he ultimately said nothing, cupped his hands perfunctorily, and moved into the hall.

And just as he sat down, glancing at the jade table and the mess of wine and meat on the table, he shook his head in disgust, his mouth twitched, but he remained silent in the end.

"Long time no see, Qingzhi. As the saying goes, if there's nothing to do, one doesn't visit the Three Treasures Hall. What important matter brings you to the East Sea this time?"

The man asked.

"I missed home, so I specifically came to see my relatives!"

Qingzhi swallowed the last mouthful of apricot curd in her mouth, and still unsatisfied, she stretched her long neck and licked the bottom of the bowl clean, speaking unclearly:

"Cousin, it's not that I'm saying this, but the food in your Long Gong is just better than that of the Chiming Sect! I really want to live here for the rest of my life; I beg you, let me be the manager of the kitchen!"

"Let you go to the kitchen... wouldn't that be like putting a mouse in a rice jar?"

The man muttered to himself, his face wearing a fake smile as he said:

"Qingzhi, eat slowly, no rush. You still haven't said why you came to the East Sea this time?"

The man was the Fourteenth Prince of the East Sea, named Ao Qing, and he had dealt with Qingzhi more than once.

In a sense.

The two sides could be considered old acquaintances.

He knew that this fat bird in front of him had always been shameless and could not read the room; as long as she caught a hint of an opportunity, she would climb up the pole.

And she often used sect affairs as an excuse to come to the East Sea Long Gong repeatedly to sponge off food and drink, and to extort.

If given a chance, this fat bird would love to scrape three feet of the Long Gong's ground and move everything to the Chiming Sect to fatten her own private treasury!

And if it weren't for the master behind this fat bird, who was a direct disciple of the Chiming Sect with a significant background, and who even faintly had the momentum to compete for the next Daoist of the Chiming Sect.

Not looking at the monk's face, one must look at the Buddha's face.

One must also look at the master when beating a dog.

Ao Qing would have long since beaten Qingzhi out with sticks and used her to fill the sea eye; how could he tolerate this bird being so shameless.

At this time, hearing Ao Qing's question, Qingzhi burped and giggled:

"Cousin... it's embarrassing to say, but I came today to borrow something from you!"

"Speak, what do you want?"

Ao Qing was expressionless.

"Zhengyang True Sand!"

"Zhengyang True Sand? Who has formed a core and achieved the realm of an Immortal Dao True Person? You are on the demon path, and you can't use this item yet; its utility is not great. Wait..."

Ao Qing frowned at first, then seemed to think of something and was slightly startled:

"Could it be that your master has already achieved a Jin Dan?!"

In the Cave-Mystic Third Layer realm, if one makes another breakthrough or two, it is the achievement of an Immortal Dao Jin Dan.

And this realm is unusual; as the saying goes:

How to know the mysterious Dao, the Dao in my body is as heavy as treasure. If one can refine the water, water and fire turn into a Jin Dan stove.

Spirit is calm and qi is harmonious, the five viscera are moist, the Dao is full and the store is solid, and the immortal countenance is forever young.

One's true qi from this point transforms into magic power, and this body becomes a body of all qi combined!

All kinds of entering the netherworld, flying and changing, dividing the form and releasing the spirit, and operating the five elements are all ingenious!

And after cultivating to this great realm.

Relying on building a hut for quiet cultivation and swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to increase the core power to the extreme, so as to facilitate breaking through the next layer of barriers, has become a very difficult thing to do.

If a cultivator does this, it will take hundreds of years of difficult grinding.

It is both a waste of spirit and a waste of cultivation time.

And at such a time.

True Sand—is a type of spiritual treasure medicine that is extremely rare in the world and can boost a cultivator's core power; it is precious beyond compare!

True Sand is born in spiritual veins, and the production is not abundant; it is the essence of the True One and is produced by the fetal roots of heaven and earth, controlling the middle essence, with the five qi generating each other, mixing into the truth. Even for a G-grade spiritual vein, the annual production of True Sand is only twenty or thirty hu, never more.

And one must constantly send people to comb the earth qi and transfer the weather, so that the principles of clear and turbid each find their place and do not interfere with each other.

Otherwise, even if the True Sand is conceived by the spiritual vein, the quality will not be pure and will be mixed with miscellaneous qi, requiring special effort to dissolve that strand of miscellaneous qi before it can be used.

In this way, it is inevitably not beautiful.

And regarding the grade of True Sand, there are three types: the first is Zhengyang True Sand, which is the supreme one; the second is Zhuanyang True Sand, which is of the middle class; the third is Baoyang True Sand, which is of the lowest quality.

The grades of these three types of True Sand also correspond to the three grades of Golden Cores.

Those who cultivate a High-Grade Jin Dan use Zhengyang True Sand, those with a Mid-Grade Jin Dan use Zhuanyang True Sand, and those with a Low-Grade Jin Dan use Baoyang True Sand.

Three, six, nine grades.

Naturally, the barriers are clear.

If one crosses the grade, and those with a Low-Grade Jin Dan use Zhuanyang True Sand or Zhengyang True Sand to cultivate, not only will it fail to increase core power, but it will also wear away the innate mysterious nature of their own Jin Dan.

It is exactly like being too weak to be supplemented, suffering harm instead!

And at this time, what Qingzhi sought from Ao Qing was Zhengyang True Sand.

Thus, the person who formed the core must also have formed a High-Grade Jin Dan.

At the very least, it is a Third-Grade Jin Dan.

And at the very best, a First-Grade Jin Dan is not impossible!

Thinking of this, Ao Qing's spirit shook slightly, and he calculated quickly in his mind, soon figuring out the reason.

At this time, he looked at Qingzhi again, and his eyes involuntarily added some enthusiasm, smiling:

"It seems that next time we meet, I will have to call your master True Person Wei. Congratulations, congratulations! The matter of Zhengyang True Sand is naturally easy to talk about; no need for others to help, I will gather an amount that satisfies True Person Wei. However, Qingzhi—"

Ao Qing suppressed the strangeness in his heart and smiled slightly, saying:

"Tell your cousin, this time True Person Wei formed a core, what grade of core was it?

With her natural talent and intelligence, even a First-Grade Jin Dan achievement should not be impossible, right?"

Qingzhi stared, blankly opening her mouth: "I didn't say my mistress formed a core; what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

Ao Qing's face stiffened, and he cursed in his heart, but he could not vent, so he could only continue to chat.

And after this, no matter how he tried to fish for information, Qingzhi always brushed it off, playing the fool, her mouth tightly sealed.

Because he still had things to do.

Ao Qing could not grind his teeth with her here.

After pulling for a few sticks of incense, helplessly, he could only stand up and say goodbye.

After leaving the hall, Tian Yi saw Ao Qing's strange expression and probed:

"Master, that Zhengyang True Sand—"

"You go to my private treasury yourself, take all of it out, and give it all to her! I am a Divine Dao cultivator, so although this item is precious, its use is not great."

Ao Qing sighed inexplicably and said:

"This green bird is not stupid; she still has some brains. But it is fortunate that she came; if it were someone else, I really wouldn't know how to climb this line..."

Tian Yi nodded repeatedly, responding respectfully, and then teased, saying:

"But with that green bird's usual character, it's not just the Master; I'm afraid everyone in the Long Gong who has met her will have to bleed this time."

Ao Qing smiled upon hearing this, but his eyelids drooped, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes...

And just half an hour later.

Crystal Palace.

Looking at the dozens of hu of Zhengyang True Sand that Tian Yi personally brought, each grain was crystal clear and clean, different from ordinary goods.

Like five-colored auspicious clouds gathered together, the color was moist, and there were no spots at all.

A dragon girl with a slender figure, willow eyebrows, and cherry lips blinked and smiled at Qingzhi, who was still eating and chewing:

"Qingzhi, just because of your words, Fourteenth Brother has bled heavily this time. How about it, satisfied?"

"Satisfied... the Long Gong is so good, I really want to live here for the rest of my life!"

Hearing this, Qingzhi wiped her mouth messily, nodded vigorously, and at the same time could not help but ponder, feeling melancholy in her heart:

"Although I did a bad thing, this time I at least helped the mistress!

When we meet again, seeing that I grew up with her since childhood and ran around for her.

She should... beat me a little lighter, right?"

(End of chapter)