Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 223 Return to the Real World

As he spoke, Qiuqiu gave each of them three storage talismans. These lowest-level talismans only had a maximum of three to five cubic meters of space. They would break after being stored a few times, and the things inside could only be stored for one or two years before slowly deteriorating. So, they were considered to be relatively useless things, but they were easy to operate and could be used by ordinary mortals.

Not long after they returned to the courtyard, neighbors came to visit. Qiuqiu didn't want to deal with them, so he released two puppets and explained to everyone: the master, the mistress and the young masters had returned to the family home, and they came back to pack up their things.

The starry sky was dimmed by the round moonlight. The six people sat in Qiuqiu's interstellar spacecraft and rushed to the world of cultivation.

They flew at full speed and crossed the last desert as the sun rose. They folded up the aircraft. Qingheng was in the front. When passing through an invisible obstacle, his fingers flew, creating a hole that could be passed by one person, and several people entered one after another.

Qiuqiu was full of doubts and asked, "Why wasn't it so complicated when we came here?"

"Although Mount Everest is only a realm, the cultivation world is also considered half of the upper realm compared to the secular world. It is relatively easy to go from the upper realm to the lower realm."

Qiuqiu: "That's not right. When I first went from the secular world to the cultivation world, I flew there by myself using a flying magic tool. There were no obstacles at all."

Qing Heng paused for a moment before explaining, "There's only one possibility: the barrier where you passed through was broken and didn't recover in a short time."

Qiuqiu exclaimed: "How could this happen again?"

Qing Heng: "Well, the gap caused by a Nascent Soul cultivator's self-destruction cannot be automatically restored for more than ten years. This is also the reason why people from the secular world occasionally mistakenly enter the world of cultivation."

Qiuqiu pondered for a moment and thought of the mutually devastating battle between Mo Yan and Bai Ran. Mo Yan had been seriously injured and in a coma for ten years before he was brought back to life. It seemed that the battle had severely affected the isolation formation.

Qingwu is a thoughtful child. After entering the space, he found a library organized by Huahua. He copied two copies of common sense of the cultivation world and gave them to Jin Yuanbao and the others. This was relatively comprehensive information collected by Qiuqiu when he first entered the cultivation world.

When entering the world of cultivation, they could no longer use Qiuqiu's flying vehicle. In the end, Qingheng took out a boat-shaped flying magic weapon and arranged two people, so the four of them drank tea and chatted on the deck of the spacecraft.

Qiuqiu thought of the dry branches he had bought from the street vendors in the mortal world: "Qingwu, what's the use of that white wooden stick you bought?"

Qing Wu shook his head: "I don't know either, I just feel like buying it."

Qing Heng took it and examined it: "It might be the core of the Wisdom Tree, which can be used as the main material for his life magic weapon."

Qiuqiu was puzzled: "How could such a thing appear in the secular world!"

Qing Heng: "These kinds of natural treasures, which lack spiritual power but require cultural energy to cultivate, basically appear in the secular world. The more you focus your brain, the greater the chance of them appearing."

"This is not a spiritual material, but immortal materials are rarer than these things. Qingwu has the spiritual power of sensibility and other natural treasures, so he can naturally find it." As he said this, he touched Qingwu's hairy head with pride.

Qing Wu endured the discomfort on his head and asked, "What's the use of this?"

Qing Heng: "When fighting, you can directly attack the opponent's soul. Isn't that amazing? However, if you want to refine this wooden core, you can only slowly temper it with your spiritual consciousness. I will find you a method to cultivate spiritual consciousness, don't worry."

Qing Wu: I'm really worried now, what should I do?! I heard the method of cultivating spiritual consciousness on Mount Everest has been lost for a long time. Where can Daddy find it for him?

Qiuqiu was still sighing at his son's good fortune when he heard them talking about the spiritual cultivation method: "Doesn't Leiyin Temple have it? Aren't there many monks who focus on spiritual cultivation?"

Qing Heng: "The monk's one won't work. Many of them are accompanied by scriptures. We dragons, besides training, eat. The higher the energy of the food we eat, the faster the body grows. Becoming a monk will lose all these advantages. It's not worth it!"

Qiuqiu said weakly, "I have a mantra for cultivating spiritual consciousness. I recite it three times a day and can condense my spiritual consciousness a little bit. This can be considered an alternative way to cultivate the soul. It just doesn't have any attack methods. However, there is a mental training method on the second floor of the gray laboratory in the space. It can practice flexibility and attack power. I still go there to train frequently."

Qingheng looked at Qiuqiu with a bit of resentment. We didn’t even know where to find this thing, but you just threw it out. Don’t I have any face in front of my son?

The three of them read the formula in their sea of ​​consciousness carefully and recited it silently three times. The effect was indeed significant, especially Qingwu's spiritual consciousness growth rate was almost twice that of Qiuqiu.

Qingheng is quite special. His soul was shattered and then put back together by Henggu. His divine blood was integrated into his body. Henggu used a trace of his own divine consciousness to guide and piece together Qingheng's shattered soul, turning it into an incarnation.

It could be said that his soul was even more fragmented than a ball. Now that he had this mantra, he could feel that his spirit urgently needed to be condensed.

The two children went to the space to practice their mental strength. Qingheng accompanied Qiuqiu on the deck to drink tea and chat, discussing their training experiences, and then went to Zhu Yan, the ancestral home of the Suzaku tribe, at full speed.

Qing Heng has already informed Bai Ran and Xuan Ming. They will discuss it first and then decide whether to announce the formation that opens the ascension channel to the public. After all, it requires half the life of his offspring, and he is reluctant to do so.

Qing Heng's contracted servant, Old Li, was in charge of most of his assets. Jin Yuanbao and Yao Yuan were directly handed over to Old Li for three months of discipline.

The main purpose was to temper their bodies and teach them the rules of dragon servants, since they were both a bit older when they began their training. Although Yao Yuan was still of decent age, his body had been corroded by toxins for years, and his tendons and veins were somewhat blocked.

Old Li really looked down on these two people. He was a Nascent Soul cultivator who was nearly a thousand years old. The young master needed to train servants, so he had secretly found several children with excellent qualifications to train. Unexpectedly, the master brought two adults with extremely poor qualifications. He didn't know if they had any hope of building a foundation in this lifetime.

But he still followed his master's instructions and completed the task.

These two people are really lucky. Looking at the various body-strengthening liquids and the elixirs for repairing tendons and veins in the storage bag given by the hostess, even he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, feels a little jealous.

However, he was also very glad that he did not greedily suppress these two insignificant mortals, but instead improved their bodies according to the plan formulated by the hostess and guided them to draw qi into their bodies, which would benefit him greatly in the future.

As soon as Qiuqiu entered Zhu Yan's cave, a chubby girl jumped into his arms and called him "Mom" sweetly.

Qiuqiu looked at her childish daughter in her arms in surprise. She thought her daughter had recovered her memories from her previous life, but she didn't expect that her daughter Qinqin's eyes were filled with the ignorance that a two-year-old child should have. The word "Mom" seemed to be called out unconsciously.