bookbashuk Chapter 128 Planting Trees
Chapter 128 Planting Trees
Zhao Fan hurried back to the back of Danfeng Mountain. When he passed through the light curtain, he felt that the light emitted by the jade tablet was several times brighter than usual.
The waiter followed at his feet, skipping and hopping along the ridge of the field.
The door to the wooden house was still open, and the old man was sitting at the table. When he saw Zhao Fan return, he nodded slightly and then got up and left.
Zhao Fan quickly clasped his hands in a salute and saw the old man off.
After finishing his business, Zhao Fan went into the wooden house, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long breath.
He walked to the bedside and sat down. Xiao Er squatted at the foot of the bed, resting his chin on his paws, looking out the window.
Zhao Fan reached out and touched its head, about to take out the jade slip, when he suddenly felt a slight heat in his lower abdomen.
It wasn't the spiritual energy circulating in my dantian, but rather a kind of indescribable warmth.
Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on his body.
The spiritual energy flowed slowly through the meridians, and the spiritual energy vortex in the dantian rotated steadily, showing no abnormalities.
But the warmth was indeed there; it was just that Zhao Fan couldn't find the source of the warmth for the time being.
Zhao Fan tried circulating the Heavenly Origin Technique twice. His spiritual energy started from his dantian, traveled along his meridians for a small cycle, and then returned to his dantian.
The warmth has lessened somewhat, but it hasn't completely disappeared.
He circulated his energy twice more, this time completing the Great Circulation. His spiritual energy flowed through all his meridians, and the warmth finally dissipated completely.
Zhao Fan opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
He didn't know what it was, but this inexplicable warmth reminded him of the chilling energy that had appeared in his body when he first escaped from the Foundation Establishment Cave.
This made him frown. It was after he left Sun Yao then, and it was after he saw Sun Yao again this time.
The thought came quickly and disappeared just as quickly. The warmth seemed to have no effect on him, and he had no evidence to confirm that it was Sun Yao who did it.
He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and took out the jade slip from his storage bag.
Zhao Fan took a deep breath and probed into it with his divine sense.
Soon, a flood of information rushed into my mind.
Zhao Fan sat motionless on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed. Xiao Er looked up at him, then lay back down.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Fan slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and understood the cultivation method of the Spirit Nourishing Technique.
The cultivation of the "Spirit Nourishing Technique" is divided into three levels.
The first layer is seed transformation.
The mind is compressed three times in succession using the Concentration Seal. Each compression makes the mind more compact and solid. After three compressions, it transforms into a seed of mind.
The Concentration Seal is a magical seal attached to the cultivation technique. It is drawn in the sea of consciousness using divine sense as ink.
Once printed, it will automatically operate and compress the divine sense.
The second layer, sprouting.
Once the seed of consciousness has taken shape, it needs to be tempered daily using the spirit-forging method in the cultivation technique to make the seed continuously solidify and grow stronger.
The forging process is tedious and lengthy, requiring perseverance day after day.
When the seed becomes so powerful that the Concentration Seal can no longer hold it, the seed will break free of its shell, and the divine consciousness will undergo a qualitative leap.
This process is called germination.
The third level is growth.
After sprouting, the consciousness will continue to grow like a sapling.
After that, cultivation becomes simple; one only needs to continue honing one's skills, and one's spiritual sense will become stronger and stronger, with theoretically no upper limit.
But Zhao Fan read it several times, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, and he discovered a problem.
This technique does indeed have shortcomings, and there are probably quite a few missing parts.
If cultivating one's divine sense is like planting a tree, then transforming into a seed is like planting the seed, sprouting is like breaking through the soil, and growing is like the trunk growing taller.
However, for a tree to grow into a useful tree, it is not enough to just have a main trunk; it also needs branches, pruning, and guidance.
This cultivation method abruptly ends at the third level, with only the words "continue to temper and refine" mentioned, without any further guidance on how to guide the growth of the divine consciousness.
If left to grow wildly, it will eventually grow into a messy shrub, never a towering tree.
Zhao Fan sighed. The old man in the Scripture Pavilion was right; this cultivation method was useless, but he had no choice.
For him right now, being able to raise his spiritual strength from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the seventh level is already the best possible outcome.
As for how to cultivate further, we'll talk about that when we reach that stage.
At least, this technique is useful to him now.
He carefully put the jade slip into his storage bag, closed his eyes, and began to try to condense the Concentration Seal.
The sea of consciousness is a void, hazy and gray.
In the center of this space, a grayish-white mist floated, which was his divine consciousness, as faint as a thin veil.
Zhao Fan took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distractions, and began to outline the Concentration Seal.
He first mobilized a wisp of his divine sense, which slowly condensed in his sea of consciousness along a complex path.
Zhao Fan's spiritual sense was already weak, and now, faced with this complex Concentration Seal, it was even more difficult. In no time, Zhao Fan was covered in sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally condensed his first mark.
The golden imprint glowed faintly in his mind, forming a complex pattern.
Zhao Fan looked at the mark and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the process was difficult, he had succeeded.
Then, Zhao Fan began to condense the second mark.
Because the first mark had already condensed a lot of divine sense, by the time the second mark was made, although he had become much more proficient, the difficulty had increased rather than decreased.
Zhao Fan dared not be distracted and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it, carefully condensing the imprint.
He knew that the first time he concentrated his mind was just the beginning; the real test was yet to come.
Soon, the night passed, and when Zhao Fan opened his eyes again, he let out a long sigh.
In one night, he successfully condensed three marks.
Zhao Fan got up, stretched a little, and then began his busy day.
The medicinal herb field was very large, and even though Zhao Fan was already very familiar with these tasks, it still took him half a day to finish.
Afterwards, Zhao Fan returned to the wooden house to continue refining the mark.
This continued for nearly a month until Zhao Fan finally succeeded in compressing his divine sense into a seed.
At this point, Zhao Fan had finally completed the first level of the Spirit Nourishing Technique.
After Zhao Fan succeeded, he also clearly felt the changes.
His divine sense had actually become weaker than before. Originally, his divine sense could extend to a radius of tens of feet, but now it could only barely extend to a range of about ten feet.
However, Zhao Fan's divine sense has become much more refined than before. Previously, when his divine sense swept over the area, he could only roughly sense what was there and where it was.
Now, with his divine sense sweeping across the scene, without even opening his eyes, the appearance of everything is clearly etched into his mind. He can even clearly sense the form of small insects flying through the air.
Zhao Fan was quite satisfied with the divine consciousness he had gained. The rest was to use the Forging God Technique to continuously refine this seed of divine consciousness.