Chapter 42: Jade Cell Mother Pool

"... What does the fellow Daoist mean?"

Rong Tuo endured the feeling of his scalp tingling and asked.

"It's easy to say. I only have three conditions. First, if Tong Gaolu dies, I don't want any of his worldly wealth, but his Universe bag and other cultivation resources should belong to me."

Chen Hang raised a finger and said: "But if it's Dao technique classics, I can allow fellow Daoists to make a copy. How about that?"

Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"This second thing, I need two thousand talisman money to replenish the Embryonic Breathing consumed. The Rong family has enjoyed the country for more than three hundred years. I think this little money is not in their eyes, right?"

As soon as this was said.

Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao shook their heads and waved their hands repeatedly.

Talisman money is cast from spiritual energy, and its attribute is the most gentle "Origin" among the 129,600 kinds of spiritual energy. It is not only used to restore Embryonic Breathing and true qi, but also used as currency in daily transactions.

As for Golden Core Primordial Spirit True Persons, they use what is called "Dharma money," which is one level higher than talisman money.

Two thousand talisman money—

For cultivators who practice ordinary Qi Cultivation techniques, this amount is enough to make their Qi Cultivation improve to the next level.

Chen Hang's life-selling money for going to the Earth Abyss was only eight hundred talisman money and two bottles of Little White Yang Pills, and that was from the private treasury of the Xuanzhen Sect Master... For ordinary loose cultivator families, two thousand talisman money is indeed a huge amount.

"Fellow Daoist thinks too highly of my Rong family! The Southern Domain is originally an impoverished land, spiritual energy is scarce, and the Rong Kingdom is just a small country. How can we bleed so much?"

Rong Tuo said awkwardly: "Can it be reduced a little?"

"This transaction is about give and take. Fellow Daoist, how much do you want to cut? Why not speak directly." Chen Hang smiled.

Rong Tuo hesitated for a long time, and finally tentatively said a number. He had the intention to save more family property for the Rong family, but he was worried that if he cut too much, he would be beaten to death by Chen Hang in anger.

The two sides pulled back and forth several times, and finally Rong Tuo gave up and bowed with a bitter smile.

"This second thing will be put aside for now. We will discuss it in detail later. Fellow Daoist, why not speak your third condition first."

"Third..."

Chen Hang's eyes moved, like a water lake rippling under the warm sun, making people unable to tell whether it was still or moving, saying:

"This mortal spiritual energy is dirty and scattered, difficult to gather. I wonder if I can borrow your 'Jade Cell Mother Pool' for a while?"

His voice was flat, but it was like a shocking thunder, making Rong Tuo and Rong Xuantao's faces change drastically, and they took a few steps back.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Rong Tuo's voice was decisive: "That 'Jade Cell Mother Pool' is the foundation of the Rong family's survival. Fellow Daoist, please change to something else!"

Seeing such a reaction, Chen Hang was not surprised, just smiled lightly.

This heaven and earth spiritual energy has 129,600 kinds, combined into one yuan, and the amount is different, with spirit caves as the limit of the world.

It swallows the void, wraps the five colors, and is the supreme treasure basin for gathering spiritual energy, a clear place for immortals to practice Qi Cultivation and ascend.

And below the spirit caves, there are spirit veins.

The grades of spirit veins are divided into Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui, which secretly match the ten heavenly stems.

And below the spirit veins, there is the "Jade Cell Mother Pool."

Although it is also a place to gather spiritual energy, it is not naturally formed, but a man-made object.

Jade essence, agate, mysterious brilliance, purple brilliance, cloud fur, and sutra milk are used as the foundation. After three years of nourishing fire and sealing the furnace, yin is hidden, then yang is born, abandoning thoughts to nourish fire, eating new qi above, leaking old qi below. After the white hair transmits light for three zhang, it is opened and pointed by an alchemist, and then it becomes a "Jade Cell Mother Pool."

Gathering spiritual places—spirit caves, ten-grade spirit veins, Jade Cell Mother Pool.

This "Jade Cell Mother Pool," although ranked last and is a man-made work, not gifted by heaven, it also has the function of absorbing spiritual energy to some extent.

It can melt the surrounding spiritual energy into a pool, exhaling and inhaling, endlessly, to provide people with Qi Cultivation practice.

It is just not as good as the Ren-grade spirit vein, and even the worst Gui-grade spirit vein is better than it.

The countless loose cultivators in the Nine Provinces and Four Seas who cannot occupy spirit veins are all trying their best to build a "Jade Cell Mother Pool" to use as a family foundation for future generations.

The Rong family's "Jade Cell Mother Pool" was created by the founding Grand Ancestor and has been passed down for more than three hundred years, nourishing countless Qi Cultivators of the Rong family.

Hearing that Chen Hang wanted to enter their own "Jade Cell Mother Pool" to practice, regardless of whether he was a great sect disciple, the first thought that arose in Rong Tuo's heart was to refuse.

"I only need to practice for seven or eight days, and I won't use much."

Chen Hang was calm and composed: "In these few short days, besides the effort of gathering qi, how many hours can I practice?"

He said this, and even Rong Tuo, who was originally determined, hesitated, and Rong Xuantao was even more moved.

It seems...

It makes sense?

One must know that when a Qi Cultivator practices, the most cumbersome thing is to pick and screen the spiritual energy they need from 129,600 kinds of spiritual energy.

The matter of gathering qi often consumes seven or eight tenths of the effort in a day's practice, and even for the dull ones, it reaches nine tenths.

Sitting bitterly for a day, only refining a few wisps of Embryonic Breathing, it is better not to practice.

"Is it only seven or eight days? That is..."

Rong Tuo hesitated even more, frowning secretly. While he was undecided, a strong wind roared outside the hall, and an escape light pressed down into the hall in an instant, illuminating the whole hall red, like a wild fire in the stars.

Standing in the red light was a heroic young man, wearing brocade clothes and a crown, with a sword at his waist, and a very generous and heroic demeanor.

He first looked at Chen Hang, his brow slightly revealing a bit of suspicion, but after all, he was deep in the city, covering it up very well, and smiled and bowed to Chen Hang.

"Fellow Daoist, look, this is the Qilin son of my Rong family!"

The appearance of this young man made Rong Tuo suddenly relieved. He hurriedly grabbed his hand, changed the subject, and introduced him to Chen Hang.

In the conversation, Chen Hang also learned that this young man was named Rong Jin, the current Crown Prince of the Rong Kingdom, whose cultivation was already at the fifth layer of Qi Cultivation, and he was proficient in both literary and military affairs.

Rong Jin didn't talk much either. After Rong Tuo finished introducing him, he smiled and greeted everyone to take their seats. Not long after, he suddenly raised his wine cup and toasted Chen Hang from afar.

"I heard that Brother is a disciple of a great sect. Seeing you today, your demeanor is indeed extraordinary."

He handed the wine cup toward Chen Hang in the air: "Please drink a cup of thin wine!"

Rong Tuo laughed, but didn't echo, and Rong Xuantao lowered his head, not saying a word.

Looking at the wine cup flying toward him, Chen Hang understood that this was to test him.

Fighting has two types: literary fighting and martial fighting.

This wine cup belongs to the literary fighting type. The bottom of the cup hides a wisp of Rong Jin's Embryonic Breathing. If he cannot subdue that wisp of Embryonic Breathing when holding the cup, the cup will break and the wine will spill, making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Chen Hang was not afraid, just stretched out his hand from his wide sleeve and held it in his palm.

Generally speaking, the next step should be to use his own aura to suppress and then break up that wisp of Embryonic Breathing. This is not only a test of the grade of the Qi Cultivation Art, but also a lot of calculation of the movement of Embryonic Breathing.

If he uses too much force, the wine will spill; if he uses too little force, letting the cup get close to his chest, it will be unrefined.

But just as Chen Hang was about to release his Embryonic Breathing, his mind suddenly turned, and an inexplicable suction force was born in his body.

Under this suction, Rong Jin's wisp of Embryonic Breathing was like a clay ox entering the sea, and after entering his body, there was no movement.

"Wait, the attribute of 'Great Beginning Origin Truth'... can it actually be like this?"

Chen Hang was also surprised, but feeling that the wisp of Embryonic Breathing was quietly waiting in his body, like the spiritual energy he had collected in the past, ready to be refined at any time.

His eyebrows flickered slightly, revealing a bit of joy.

"It seems I found another way to strengthen my Embryonic Breathing."

As his mind turned, Chen Hang's movements didn't stop.

He caught the wine cup, smiled slightly, stood up, his sleeves fluttering, with an extraordinary demeanor.

"This wine is good, but it lacks a bit of mellowness. Courtesy demands reciprocity, I will also toast a few fellow Daoists."

Chen Hang laughed, kicked the table in front of him, and the cups and plates clattered.