Chapter 33 Water Spirit Pot

Although Zhang Zhixuan was still injured, he should recuperate for a few days and go down the mountain after his body healed. But he didn't have time to rest for a moment and immediately used the light body technique to leave the mountain gate.

When leaving the spiritual field, he told Qingchan that he would be back within a day.

I didn't expect to encounter the black-clothed men attacking the market. It has been five days now. I don't know how worried Qingchan will be.

Qingchan couldn't speak since she was a child and developed a suspicious and sensitive personality. Now he is her only relative.

Although she is sometimes naughty in front of him, Zhang Zhixuan knows that her little heart is still sensitive and inferior.

Zhang Zhixuan thought about it in his heart, and involuntarily quickened his pace. Finally, before the sun set, he arrived near the spiritual field.

There is a wasteland near the spiritual field, and there is a not-too-high mountain, which is only more than fifty feet high, far less than the family's mountain gate Tiantai Peak.

Because the rocks are hard and the land is difficult to cultivate, few people pass by except for a mountain village nearby.

Since the discovery of the spiritual well, the Zhang family monks have moved the villagers on the mountain to the county town. Over the years, due to the scarcity of resources, there has been no one living there for a long time.

On the mountain, a little girl in her teens suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

She had a pair of pigtails on her head, which looked particularly delicate and lovely.

She was wearing a green Taoist robe, which was slightly too big, and it looked particularly bloated on the little girl.

The little girl was Qingchan herself. She suddenly found Zhang Zhixuan in the distance, tears in her eyes kept rolling down, and she ran towards Zhang Zhixuan with her legs.

Zhang Zhixuan was shocked when he saw Qingchan running over.

When I left, I had already opened the protective formation. Although Qingchan had learned the opening method, it was impossible to open the formation without the cultivation of the Qi training period.

Could it be that Qingchan has broken through the innate period?

This is impossible. When I left, she was only at the seventh level of the innate realm. In just four or five days, she had no magical medicine. How could she break through the three realms in a row, become a cultivator in the Qi training stage, and open the protective formation?

Could it be that someone opened the defensive formation, and Qingchan ran out by chance?

If so, I will use the communication talisman immediately and quickly light the signal smoke to notify my family.

There are still dozens of extraordinary spiritual medicines in the spiritual field, and they must not be given to outsiders.

Although Zhang Zhixuan was very happy to see Qingchan safe and sound, he was still a little frightened in the face of the sudden accident.

Qingchan ran over, hugged Zhang Zhixuan's chest excitedly, and made a whimpering sound from his mouth.

Zhang Zhixuan touched Qingchan's head and said happily: "Don't worry, I'm back. I said I won't ignore you. And little Qingchan has excellent spiritual roots and a brighter future than uncle. Uncle may need your protection in the future."

The two followed each other back to the spiritual field. Zhang Zhixuan looked carefully and found that no outsiders had been to the spiritual field.

He looked at Qingchan, then checked her meridians, and said strangely: "How is this possible? In just four or five days, how could she break through three levels in a row? After not seeing her for a few days, Qingchan actually succeeded in breaking through the Xiantian stage and entered the first level of the Qi training stage."

Although Qingchan couldn't speak, her hearing was fine.

She quickly took out a shabby teapot from the hut, pointed at the teapot, and babbled while gesturing.

After a year of getting along, Zhang Zhixuan could understand most of Qingchan's sign language. He was guessing and his expression changed. He said to Qingchan softly, "You said that after I left, you drew water from the spiritual well to irrigate the spiritual field and found this teapot. You were thirsty at that time, so you poured a cup of water from this teapot and drank it, and then fell asleep. After getting up, you wanted to go out to find me, so you used your magic power to open the protective formation and waited for me on the hill outside the spiritual field." Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan understood what she meant, Qingchan nodded vigorously with a bit of joy on her face. Zhang Zhixuan took the broken teapot from Qingchan's hand. The teapot looked quite old, with a thick layer of patina on it, as if it was a mark left by someone playing with it for a long time. There was no spiritual power inside and outside the teapot. It looked like an ordinary worthless antique. But Zhang Zhixuan observed it carefully for a moment and could vaguely find some mysterious runes, which vaguely showed that this thing was extraordinary. "Since the spiritual water in this thing can help Qing Chan improve his cultivation, it is probably not an ordinary thing. If you want to figure out the effect of this thing, you need to observe it for a long time." Zhang Zhixuan put down the spiritual pot in his hand and thought secretly in his heart. Back to the spiritual field, the next period of time was relatively stable. Although the family cultivators searched for it in many ways and inquired carefully, there was still no news about Uncle Nine Zhang Mengquan, who disappeared in the vast wilderness. During this period of time, Zhang Zhixuan recovered from his injuries while exploring the role of the spiritual pot. This spiritual pot can condense a small cup of spiritual water every day. This spiritual water is very spiritual. A small cup of spiritual water is equivalent to a low-grade spiritual stone. However, this spiritual water cannot be stored for a long time. After just one or two days, the spiritual energy in the spiritual water will dissipate and completely disappear into the air. Although he didn't know the name of this spiritual pot, Zhang Zhixuan already knew that this thing was probably a great treasure. Even a large sect like Qingxuan Sect may not have such a spiritual object in the entire sect. A cup of spiritual water can be condensed every day, which is equivalent to a spiritual object that can increase one low-grade spiritual stone every day, which is equivalent to 365 spiritual stones in a year.

After a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, the accumulated resources may be very amazing. As long as the spiritual pot can be preserved, a steady stream of immortal cultivation resources can be obtained every day. For a sect, the value is no less than the fifth-level spiritual vein.

"From today, I will call you the Water Spirit Pot!" Zhang Zhixuan looked at the old spiritual pot and thought happily in his heart.

The spiritual water condensed in the Water Spirit Pot has begun to help Zhang Zhixuan and the others.

Every morning, after Zhang Zhixuan finished practicing the Qi Condensation Technique, the two would take the spiritual water to practice and refine the spiritual energy in it.

According to the level of cultivation, Zhang Zhixuan would take four-fifths of the spiritual water every day, and the remaining one-fifth would be given to Qingchan himself.

Qing Chan's cultivation is still very low, and she cannot refine too much spiritual energy. Taking too many spiritual things will not only be of no benefit to her, but will have some adverse effects. With only one-fifth of the spiritual water, she cannot refine all of her magic power, and a large part of it will be wasted.