Each Returns to Their Proper Rite

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Qing Cha wasn't buried in the soil for long before Qin Yi pulled her out. Whether she grows up or not is obviously not necessarily related to being buried in the soil. This Spirit Herb Garden is better used for more serious matters...

Qing Cha looked at Qin Yi's things with curiosity. She didn't seem to have ever been exposed to them before... Of course she had never been exposed to them before. How could Ju Yunxiu possibly turn over the soil?

Then she found it quite fun. After planting a seed, Qin Yi reached out and summoned spiritual spring water, which automatically irrigated the soil. Before long, a small green sprout emerged from the ground, swaying gently and quite adorably.

Immortal cultivation is naturally different from mortal farming, but it still follows certain rules. For example, a spiritual spring can stimulate the growth of new shoots, but it cannot make those shoots flower and bear fruit directly. This may sound like a trivial matter, but it's actually a powerful Divine Ability that allows flowers to bloom with a single thought, involving the very essence of life. I wonder if only someone of the Formless or the Supreme Purity realm can accomplish this...

Therefore, spirit medicine require dedicated personnel to care for and cultivate them.

Most sects have a dedicated hall to handle this matter. Qin Yi grew his own tea on Transient Peak, but it wasn't very good. However, he now discovered that the Qing Cha seemed quite suitable for this...

My Senior Sister might have misunderstood how to use Qing Cha before. Why did she have her learn painting? As a plant, it has a bonus effect when used for farming...

Don't underestimate farming. There's a saying that it's "the hundred arts of immortal cultivation," with "hundred" being a figurative term, referring to many skills. Each skill has an important use. While things like talisman making, alchemy, weapon crafting, forging, and array formations are certainly important, things like plant cultivation and spirit beast feeding are equally valuable.

For example, Qin Yi's most powerful skill right now might be feeding foxes... um...

When it comes to plant cultivation, the quality of the plants grown by growers of different skill levels will obviously vary, and the survival rate of some special varieties that are difficult to grow and survive will also be different.

If you send a tea leaf to learn painting, it will obviously never be as good as Qin Yi in a year, even if it studies for a hundred years. But if you send it to cultivate, it will naturally be better at it than Qin Yi.

This is the correct use of Qing Cha.

"Uncle-Master, this looks really fun! It's more fun than drawing!"

Qing Cha squatted by the garden edge, fiddling with the tender buds, which swayed happily—a natural display of affability. Qin Yi found it adorable and chuckled, "Since it's so fun, how about you take charge of this from now on?"

"Okay, okay," Qing Cha said. "I seem to know how to make them grow without even learning."

Qin Yi was taken aback. It seemed that this person not only had affinity with the same element, but might also have a talent for it? If so, this person might have a chance to become a planting master... Of course, the premise was that she could cultivate. In her current virgin state, she was obviously not qualified to become a master, otherwise the whole world would be full of masters.

Qin Yi took out the other spirit seeds and handed them to Qing Cha: "Then these are yours to take care of. Congratulations, you can finally go from idly poking fish to taking care of your own kind of ahoge..."

"..." Qing Cha scratched his head, not feeling at all that there was anything to congratulate him about.

Congratulations on not growing any taller yet!

"Little grass, little grass, grow up quickly, you've grown up, and so have I..."

Qin Yi felt like he was dreaming.

Anyway, now that someone was available to farm, Qin Yi left and went to the main cave, intending to begin his cultivation.

As he walked over, he saw Ju Yunxiu and Li Qingjun on either side of him, both sitting cross-legged, their palms outstretched against the stone pillars, eyes closed in meditation. He had been managing the household for over ten days, and the two women had also been practicing for over ten days.

This is the daily life of immortals: sitting in seclusion, oblivious to the passage of time.

It's inherently very boring.

These two are quite special. One is Martial Cultivation, after a period of quiet meditation and enlightenment, must get moving and practice spear techniques or engage in real combat. The other is a practitioner of the new path of Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, calligraphy, and painting, who, similarly, must also play Zither and Painting, and contemplate nature after a period of quiet meditation and enlightenment.

Neither of them are the type to sit cross-legged with their eyes closed for a hundred years. If it were someone like Minghe or Tai Puzi... then it would be really hard to say.

Qin Yi sat down cross-legged between the two, then suddenly remembered something and took out the fingernail-sized fragment he had obtained the first time. This fragment had obviously broken off from this stone pillar; he wondered if it could be put back together.

Just as I was thinking this, the fragment lit up and was directly absorbed by the stone block. In no time, it filled in a certain part of the crack in the stone block.

Qin Yi pondered as he looked at the scene. It seemed that the sturdiness of this gate was limited. Even the clash between Huiyang and Qianyuan could cause a small piece to break off, but it would not be destroyed and could merge back into itself, belonging to a kind of eternal entity that was "endless in life".

This in itself is a manifestation of the "Tao".

He let out a soft sigh, cleared his mind, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and extended one palm to press against it.

In an instant, he felt two extremely peculiar forces surge through his entire body.

One is a very familiar supernatural force that is modifying his body and bones, continuing his unfinished bone-forging work. This is a feeling he has become accustomed to; he is so numb from the pain that he has lost all sensation.

The other one is also familiar, just like the brief experience in the Kun Peng Purple Mansion: a vast and boundless Dao lingers in the Sea of Consciousness, seeps into the heart, and seems to have an ancient echo, murmuring in the heart.

Indeed, the "door" itself does not provide you with energy, but what it gives you is more important than simply the gift of energy.

Countless inexplicable Principle swirled and coiled, and the Three Thousand Great Daos were right before our eyes.

It's something you can't see or touch; you have to capture that fleeting moment of inspiration and sense that instant of fortuitous opportunity.

This is enlightenment. You might sit here your whole life and never gain anything, but you might gain something in the next moment.

What you gain depends entirely on what you are most suited to. Just like that female ghost, who was a Sword Cultivator in life, but after transforming into Ghost Cultivator, all she comprehended were Ghost Cultivator methods and forbidden Ghost Cultivator techniques.

There are principles, laws, Divine Ability, skills, and techniques here; what one can gain from them is anyone's guess.

In the realm of Immortal Dao, once you grasp even a sliver of the "Dao," that's enough to level up... Before the Great Dao, reaching the late stage of the Cloud Ascension realm is merely a matter of moments.

While Qin Yi's family began their seclusion, Minghe returned to the Celestial Pivot Divine Palace.

The First Palace, the Star Gazing Platform.

A slender figure sat cross-legged above, gazing up at the stars.

As Minghe approached, she respectfully bowed and said, "Master."

"You got beaten up?"

"...No."

"If you didn't get beaten up, why did you come back so soon after leaving the mountain? Normally, it would take twenty or thirty years to gain anything from this experience."

Minghe bowed again. "Because I have some questions that are difficult to resolve, I request guidance from my teacher, Master."

"Another man? You're always attracting attention, and I'm already letting you off easy by not bothering you, but you actually dared to ask me about it? Have you gotten too bold?"

"... No." Minghe was speechless at her master's attitude; she didn't seem like a Daoist Nun at all.

But he was used to it, so he didn't bother arguing with his master about anything else and went straight to the point. "Master, do you know about the Nether Emperor Sect?"

"Huh? You've only been gone a short while, and you're already involved in this matter?" The figure paused slightly, then chuckled, "Indeed... Dragons and snakes rise from the land, it's the time when all the stars return in chaos. The Purple Star shines brightly, an emperor will emerge in the mortal realm, and some in the Immortal Dao have found their own path."

Minghe: "..."

"Within a few years, someone will emerge in both the mortal world and the Immortal Dao, causing a sensation for miles around. I wonder who it will be. I hope that one in the Immortal Dao will be you."

"Shocking a hundred miles" doesn't actually refer to a small area of one hundred miles; it's still a figurative expression.

Minghe said helplessly, "Who are we cultivators supposed to shock..."

"Me?" The person in the back of the figure moved their hand, as if pointing to their own nose. "If you could reach Huiyang within a few years, you'd scare me to death, wouldn't that be fun?"

"It's not fun at all."

"How boring." The figure sighed. "Alright, since everyone's back in their place, let's all go back to where we are. Don't fall behind. From today onwards, you will enter the Purple Micro Palace for secluded cultivation."

Minghe exclaimed, "Purple Micro Palace? Will the sect leader agree?"

"Yes, it's just a stone pillar, what's the big deal? He's been hugging it every day and he's practically turned into Stone Man, and he hasn't improved at all. What's wrong with letting you use it for a few years?" A token flew over. "He'll know once he sees it."

Minghe accepted the token, which turned out to be a jade tablet with a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring through the starry sky.