Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

In a large prison in Ningjing County, all the prisoners there were monks who had committed serious crimes, or people from hostile forces.

Once imprisoned in this prison, there is no hope of survival.

Gu Liangqi was walking in the long corridor of the prison at this time, holding a roster in his hand, comparing the names of the prisoners one by one, checking their bone age, cultivation qualifications, etc.

"Tang Bi, 98 years old, in the middle stage of foundation building, has average to low training qualifications..."

After Gu Liangqi confirmed that it was correct, he put a check mark on the list and ordered the monks behind him to escort Tang Bi out.

Then continue forward to the next cell.

After Gu Liangqi screened all the death row inmates in the prison, he selected a total of 3 qualified candidates.

He personally sent these three candidates to the city lord's palace and into the secret room where Zhang He retreated.

In recent decades, dozens of death row inmates with good qualifications have been sent to the secret room where Zhang He trained, and then never came out again.

There are rumors from the outside world that Zhang He is practicing an evil skill that requires human sacrifice.

Zhang He never gave any explanation for this, which made the outside world more certain about his speculation.

The nobles of the Zhou Dynasty had all kinds of weird hobbies. Even if Zhang He sacrificed human beings, it would not be a big deal.

At least he used death row prisoners, which could be regarded as reusing waste. Compared with some nobles who took pleasure in killing people, he was already kind-hearted.

After the three death row prisoners were sent to Zhang He's secret room, they didn't know what fate would await them, and they felt a little nervous.

This tension did not bother them for long, and soon three powerful divine consciousnesses rushed into their sea of ​​consciousness.

Under the impact of the powerful spiritual consciousness, the three fell into coma in just an instant, without feeling any pain.

Zhang He looked at the three unconscious death row prisoners in front of him and threw them into the space. Immediately, three clones of souls entered the bodies of the three people.

In today's space, the little skeleton has followed Chi Yan around, but there are many new faces.

These new faces include not only humans, but also demons and the like, totaling forty or fifty.

These new faces in the space are all clones of Zhang He.

Since he advanced to the middle stage of Yuanying, his Yuanshen has become more powerful, and he can create at least one clone of Yuanshen every year.

In the past forty or fifty years, he has been splitting the soul and creating clones, and now the space is filled with his clones.

However, splitting the soul is something that greatly affects his cultivation, so that in these years, his cultivation has not improved at all.

And due to the frequent splitting of the soul, there are now many scars on the soul, which will take a long time to dissipate on their own.

In other words, for a long time recently, he could not split his soul to create clones like this.

Zhang He also entered the space at this time and counted his clones. Adding the three he just added, he now has a total of 50 clones.

The cultivation of these clones is within the scope of foundation building and golden elixir, and now they all stay in space to practice.

The reason why he had so many clones was mainly to digest the excess Ning Ying Dan.

The Ningying fruit tree can harvest a batch of fruits every year. As the fruit tree grows each year, it will produce more and more fruits each time.

My subordinates don't need such a Ningying Pill, and it's very risky to sell it for takeout, so just secretly selling one or two pills at a time is enough.

Eating Ningying Fruit by yourself can improve your cultivation, but after eating it continuously for a period of time, the effect becomes worse and worse.

He tried to brew the Ningying Fruit into spiritual wine, and after drinking it for a while, the effect was okay at first, but then it became worse and worse.

Seeing that such good things were of no use in space, Zhang He simply made more clones for himself and produced and sold them himself.

At present, the cultivation level of these 50 clones is still relatively low, and the elixir resources they need to consume are not particularly large. He has the space to afford them.

Some of the clones practice the "Golden Body Skill", which requires the consumption of flesh and blood.

Currently, a special team of demon hunters provides Zhang He with meat.

As these cultivation levels increase, a large amount of flesh and blood will be consumed in the future, which is a troublesome matter. I am afraid that the demons in the Exiled Land will not be able to bear it.

The three newly added clones slept for a few days, and the physical body and soul gradually completed the integration.

Zhang He checked it and found no problems, so he exited the space and appeared in Heishui County.

He had just received a summons from Huya, inviting him to visit the research institute in Blackwater County.

Heishui County was on the edge of the Zhou Dynasty and received little attention. With the opening of the railway in recent years, Zhang He moved many important departments of the institute to Heishui County.

The Heishui County branch of the institute was established in Dehua County, originally on Qifeng Mountain.

This is his base, and everyone here is his eyes and ears. As soon as outsiders enter the vicinity of the institute, they will be discovered immediately and stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

When Zhang He walked to the research institute, Hu Ya was already waiting at the door with several researchers.

Many skilled senior researchers from the Ningjing County Research Institute have been sent here. When necessary, they can be arranged to be secretly promoted to Nascent Soul and hidden from then on.

"Master!"

Huya walked up to Zhang He and said mysteriously: "I made a major discovery this time. I used the pure purple obsidian you gave me last time to prepare a new type of psychic gunpowder, which is extremely powerful."

"Take me to see it!"

The two soon reached a deserted valley. Zhang He remembered that he had led his men to kill zombies here before.

"Young Master, look, this magic weapon is filled with this new type of gunpowder."

Huya took out a black ball magic weapon, only the size of a fist.

Zhang He took it over and inspected it. The surface of the ball was coated with a layer of material to isolate spiritual consciousness. It also isolated the spiritual power fluctuations inside the magic weapon.

At first glance, it looks like an iron ball with little power.

"Go out and have a look!"

"Yeah! Okay!"

Hu Ya sacrificed the ball as instructed. The ball flew silently in the air without any movement. When it flew to a mountain peak on one side, it suddenly burst into dazzling fire.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and even the ground trembled.

One side of the mountain collapsed instantly, and the rocks were blown into powder and flew all over the sky.

This power is strong enough to match a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Very good! The more of this, the better. You can make some and reserve them."

Zhang He was very satisfied with this.

Huya scratched his head and smiled a little sheepishly.

"However, the refining cost of this new type of gunpowder is very high, and it may not be suitable for large-scale production."

"What materials are needed?"

"The pure purple fire obsidian you brought, a ball like this, will consume a whole piece. In addition, you will need more than 5,000 thousand years of fire-attribute wood charcoal, and the best golden black stone..."

Huya lists a lot of top-quality materials, each of which is valuable and difficult to obtain.

"Okay, just make as much as you can now. The finished products will be temporarily sealed for later use."

He could use purple-red obsidian to achieve pure wood-colored obsidian, and then soak it in the space spirit spring.

But the other two materials are still relatively lacking.

He can also cultivate 5,000-year-old fire attribute wood in space, but this also takes time.

In fact, there is also a top-level fire attribute tree in his space, that black tree, which is absolutely extraordinary.

After eating the fruit above, he gained the ability to mobilize the fire-attribute aura between heaven and earth.

I don't know how many years this tree has grown, but it has grown in his dimension for at least ten thousand years.

He only had one black tree, but he was reluctant to cut it down and use it to make gunpowder for Huya.

However, last time he cut off a branch to refine the fire-tip spear in his hand, there were still some twigs and leaves left, which he could use for Huya to try.

"I still have some fire-attribute materials here. You can try them out."

As Zhang He spoke, he took out a handful of twigs and leaves and handed them to Huya.

Hu Ya saw a few dark leaves and some useless twigs, but he didn't care.

He naturally stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he didn't know the power of this tree. As soon as his hand touched the black leaves, he felt a burning sensation, which made him quickly withdraw his hand.

After being scalded, Huya regained his energy. He got closer and observed the leaves and twigs carefully, but he didn't see anything interesting.

This time he was prepared and wrapped his hands with magic power, and then he safely took over the branches and leaves.

"Master, do you have any other instructions?"

Zhang He shook his head.

"No! If you have something to do, go ahead and do it."

Hearing this, Huya hurriedly left holding these black leaves. Zhang He also left the institute and went back to practice.

In a laboratory of the institute, Huya took a black leaf and grilled it on top of the fire.

It's just that this leaf cannot be scorched no matter what. Instead, it absorbs the flames and looks more and more alive.

Then he changed to a higher-level flame, but still couldn't scorch it, so he changed it again...

The tiger's teeth seemed to be competing with this dark leaf. The whole thing was to burn it, turn it into charcoal, and then add it to the gunpowder.

After struggling like this for more than two years, Huya finally succeeded in turning a black tree leaf into carbon powder.

At this moment, he carefully mixed several materials together to make a new gunpowder, but he didn't know how powerful it was.

He would have to actually test it to find out.

He found a small bottle and filled it with a bottle of newly prepared gunpowder. He found an open place and stuffed the small bottle into the crevice of the rock.

He often came to this place to test the power of gunpowder, and he had blown up most of the rock gaps here.

Place the small bottle in place, then find a fire breaker and light a tinder twister.

Fat Tiger covered his ears and took a few steps back. With his current level of Nascent Soul cultivation, it was purely unnecessary. With such a small amount of gunpowder, it would be fine even if he stuffed it directly into his chest and lit it on fire.

"boom!"

The ground shook, and rubble filled the sky. Hu Ya, who was standing next to him, was directly buried by the rubble splashed by the explosion.

After a long time, the pile of rocks moved a few times, and Huya, with a bloody head and a bloody head, struggled to crawl out of the rocks, with an expression of ecstasy on his face. He didn't know if he was stunned.

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