Chapter 3 Damage to the Spiritual Field

"Hehe... I knew you were here."

Henry Zhang was shocked.

I turned around and saw that it was my grandpa.

The old grandfather smoked his pipe and pot and walked to the side of the spiritual field.

"Old grandpa..." Henry Zhang didn't know what old grandpa always wanted to do with him.

The old grandfather took out an ancient card from his arms and handed it to Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang took the ancient card and asked puzzledly: "What is this?"

"An ancient card to enter the secret realm of Fairy Cat Cave."

Henry Zhang inherited the memory of the host, so of course he knew what the ancient cards were.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, a fairy cat died in the Fairy Cat Cave and turned into a blood corpse god. Every year on the solstice, a drop of blood corpse divine spring is produced.

These rare things are sealed in the Fairy Cat Cave.

There are many restrictions outside the Fairy Cat Cave, making it impossible to enter.

The Zhang clan has spent a lot of resources in the past dynasties, but has never been able to break the ban on Xianmao Cave.

Until a hundred years ago, the restrictions in Fairy Cat Cave became weaker, and the Solstice Day was the time when the restrictions were at their weakest.

The elder of the Zhang clan took out the Tiangang Breaking Array, a second-level forbidden formation at the bottom of the box, which could barely support the entry of the juniors who were in the early stage of Qi refining.

In addition to the Blood Corpse Divine Spring, there are also various rare spiritual materials in the Fairy Cat Cave, which can be said to be rich in opportunities.

However, along with the opportunity comes danger. The Blood Corpse God needs a large number of blood corpses, and these monks who are new to Qi Refining have also become the targets of the Blood Corpse God's hunting.

Not one monk out of ten can come out alive, and only one can safely bring out that drop of blood corpse divine spring in the past ten years.

Even so, there are many people in the early stage of Qi refining who are determined to defy heaven and take their lives.

"Grandpa, where did you get the ancient cards?"

"There is a free admission quota on Temple Street. A few of us old guys from Temple Street discussed it and gave it to you."

"It's too expensive. It takes at least 100 spiritual stones from the inner collection to buy this ancient tablet. And it's priceless but not marketable. I can't accept such an expensive thing."

"Here you go, take it."

"Why?" Henry Zhang was puzzled.

"Hehe... you can pick up high-level spiritual dung every time. Once or twice that's luck. But if you can gain something like this every time, that's strength."

"Just because I'm good at picking up dung, you gave me such a valuable ancient tile?"

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Actually, we have one more thing to ask of you."

"I am only at the first level of Qi refining..." Henry Zhang knew that there was no free lunch.

"I'm not asking you to do anything dangerous. The most dangerous thing about entering the Fairy Cat Cave is the fight for the Blood Corpse Divine Spring. What we ask you to do is to look for feces."

"What feces?" Henry Zhang was a little confused.

"The Immortal Cat Cave is a closed secret realm, and the restrictions have only been weakened in the past hundred years. There used to be a large number of second- and third-order high-level spirit beasts in it. The spirit feces produced by these spirit beasts turned into rare feces over time."

"You want me to pick up bezoars?"

"Yes, those proud men in the inner circle are all rushing to grab the spiritual grass and the bloody corpse spring. We are not greedy. As long as you find the feces and get fifty-fifty, you take half of it personally and charge the remaining half to Temple Street Public Treasury.”

"I……"

"Whatever is yours and mine, that's settled."

After saying that, the old grandpa turned around and left with his pipe and pot in his mouth.

Henry Zhang held the ancient cards in his hand and had a lot of thoughts at the moment.

When does he not want to turn over?

If he could enter the secret realm of Fairy Cat Cave to find opportunities, and as long as he could come out alive and bring out enough resources in exchange for it, he would no longer have to worry about the lack of cultivation resources.

However, among the young people who robbed the Blood Corpse Divine Spring, thousands of them entered every year, and less than a hundred came out alive.

Many of these people are the proud sons of Neiji. They have a lot of cultivation resources, and many of them have reached the third level of Qi refining.

In addition to their cultivation, these people also have various self-defense weapons, talismans, and life-saving elixirs.

This side of Temple Street is on the edge of the Outer Collection, and he is even more impoverished. He is only at the first level of Qi Refining. How can he compare with these people from the Inner Collection?

"It's still half a year before the secret realm opens, so just ignore it." Henry Zhang threw the dominoes directly into the corner.

When he woke up the next day and opened the door, Henry Zhang unexpectedly found that the outside was covered with white fog.

"This fog barrier is too thick...not good, my spiritual field!"

Henry Zhang hurried to Lingtian.

The fog barrier is not an ordinary fog, but a rotten air that floats from the depths of the Black Forest and can corrode the spirituality of the spiritual land.

In the past, the fog barrier only floated on the edge of Zhangjiaji Waiji, but now the fog barrier has actually penetrated deep into Zhangjiaji Waiji.

When Henry Zhang rushed to his spiritual land, he found that the spiritual seedlings on the spiritual land had wilted, and the spirituality of the spiritual land was also weakened by the fog barrier.

"My land——"

Henry Zhang heard a shrill howl and turned his head to see the man with the crooked neck.

The man with a crooked neck injured his neck in a fight with a spiritual beast when he was young. After the treatment, his neck has always been crooked.

From then on, Mr. Crooked Neck gave up and never went to the Black Forest to hunt any spiritual beasts. He only took care of his seven-point spiritual field.

The spirit field of Mr. Crooked Neck is right next to Henry Zhang’s spirit field.

Henry Zhang walked over and found that the spiritual field of the crooked neck man was more severely damaged than his, and many spiritual seedlings had withered and died.

Seeing Henry Zhang coming over, the crooked-neck uncle said: "Xuan'er, you came just in time. The fog barrier has come. Many of the spiritual seedlings in the spiritual fields of the surrounding neighbors have withered. I see that the spiritual seedlings in your spiritual fields are still alive. The loss of spirituality is not that serious, what method did you use?"

"How?" Henry Zhang thought deeply, "By the way, I have been spreading spiritual excrement in the spiritual field recently."

"Spiritual excrement? Yes, yes, yes, spiritual excrement can increase the spirituality of spiritual fields. If you want to save these spiritual fields, you need more spiritual excrement."

After saying that, the crooked-necked man walked towards the old grandpa's house on Temple Street.

Henry Zhang also followed.

When he arrived at his old grandpa's house, Henry Zhang found that hundreds of people had gathered around him. It seemed that they were not the only ones who knew that spiritual excrement could preserve the spirituality of the spiritual field.

"Old grandpa, the fog barrier is raging, and the spiritual field's spirituality will be exhausted soon. I would like to borrow some spiritual excrement and return it double when the fog barrier recedes."

The person who spoke was no stranger to Henry Zhang. He was Zhang Sanqian, a large grain farmer on Temple Street.

Zhang Sanqian has 30 acres of spiritual land in Temple Street, which can produce three thousand kilograms of spiritual grain every year.

When the fog barrier comes, it will naturally be the most severely affected.

What Zhang Sanqian is most worried about now is not the spiritual seedlings on the spiritual field, but whether he can preserve the spirituality of his thirty acres of spiritual field.

The old grandpa shook his head and said: "Before you, dozens of people from the same clan who were affected by the disaster have come here, and they have all borrowed their spiritual excrement."

"No more spirit excrement?!"

There was another commotion in the crowd.

"Then let's go to the Black Forest to find spiritual dung." A young junior said.

Henry Zhang looked and found that it was Zhang Dawu who was speaking.

The old man shook his head again and said: "The deeper you go into the Black Forest, the thicker the fog barrier becomes. There are a lot of barrier beasts inside. If you are not good at refining advanced Qi, you will drink hatred, and water from afar cannot quench the thirst of those near you."

High-level qi-refining people are those who are above the sixth level of qi-refining. They are far inferior to low-level qi-refining monks like them.

When there was a fog barrier in the past, not to mention the people from Zhangjiaji Outer Collection, even the experts from Zhangjiaji Inner Collection stayed at home and would not go hunting in the Black Forest.

The crooked-necked uncle said anxiously: "Then we can't just watch the spiritual field that we have served for most of our lives be destroyed like this!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Everyone was talking.

At this time, three people walked in from the outside, and the first one was Zhang Yingjie, the genius of the Zhang family.

"Why did Neiji Tianjiao come to our Temple Street?" Everyone was puzzled.