Chapter 103: Calling the Wind and Rain (45)

This secret technique is extremely powerful and can forcibly search the memories of other monks.

But the disadvantages are also obvious. The monk whose soul has been searched will have a damaged soul and mental state, and is very likely to become an idiot.

Chen An's expression changed. He glanced outside the cave and started practicing immediately.

The Soul-Searching Technique is not difficult to practice, but the requirements for its use are relatively high. One must have more magical power than the opponent, and the soul must also be strong enough, otherwise it will easily backfire on oneself.

A month later, Chen An mastered it easily.

He walked out of the cave and pressed the head of the right protector outside the cave. A strong spiritual power invaded the other's body and reached deep into his soul.

"what!"

A scream was heard, but Chen An ignored it and continued to search for useful information in this person's mind. The other party's memory scenes were played out one by one, and Chen An felt like he was watching an immersive movie.

After a long time, the screams became weaker and weaker, until the right protector collapsed to the ground like mud, with a slightly dazed look in his eyes.

Chen An immediately ended the other person's life and ordered Chen Zhan and the other two, who were already frightened silly, to bury him in the spiritual field.

Unfortunately, this person is merely a foundation-building cultivator of the Jindan Demon Sect. Apart from information related to the Yin Demon Sect, he does not have many useful memories.

The only thing is that this guy has a mistress who is a female demon cultivator in the Xuanming Sect next door, and they often interact with each other.

"Do you want to send someone to pretend to be this person and go undercover in the Yin Demon Sect?"

Chen An secretly thought that there was no guarantee that the demon cultivators would invade Qingyun Territory again in the future. Sending people undercover to muddy the waters might delay the invasion and buy time for himself.

But who should we send?

Immediately, Chen An glanced at Chen Zhan and Chen Kebao who had just buried the corpse.

The sight of these two people made him feel cold and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Chen An shook his head. These two men were too weak to be used for this purpose for the time being.

At this time, Chen Qing came over and said that Zhao Hu came to visit and was waiting outside the mountain.

"The candidate is here!"

Chen An's eyes sparkled, and he immediately ordered Chen Qing to bring Zhao Hu directly to his cave.

After a long time, a strong young man walked in, bowed and said, "Junior Zhao Hu greets Senior Chen. Congratulations on your great improvement in strength and the golden elixir!"

When they met again this time, Zhao Hu not only successfully built his foundation, but also, through his accumulated experience, he improved his cultivation to the third level of foundation building, which was only slightly inferior to Chen Fengshuo.

"Well, your cultivation has improved quite well." Chen An nodded slightly and praised.

Zhao Hu smiled innocently and said, "With another three to five years, it shouldn't be difficult to advance to the middle stage of foundation building."

"What? Are you coming to me to show off your skills?" Chen An joked.

"How dare I show off my skills in front of you!"

Zhao Hu's face turned stern, and he obviously took it seriously. He said hurriedly, "I came here to relieve your worries."

"What do I have to worry about?" Chen An said with interest.

"I heard from our sect's Patriarch Qingshan that you were searching everywhere for third-level spiritual water. The last time I entered the secret realm, I found a stone pool in a cave. There was a lot of third-level spiritual water accumulated in it. I collected it all at that time. I squandered a lot of it over the years, and I still have a few pounds left."

After saying that, Zhao Hu took out a small wooden barrel made of second-level spiritual wood, sealed it tightly, placed it in front of Chen An, bowed and said:

"I received your great kindness in my early years, but I was unable to repay you the first two times. Recently, I learned that you were in trouble, so I came to express my gratitude."

Chen An's eyes flickered, and he scanned the barrel with his spiritual sense, and then he said happily: "Good, not bad, you are thoughtful."

In the world of cultivating immortals, gratitude is a rare quality. He felt that he had not misjudged the person, so he took out a few bottles of pills and threw them to the other party.

"This is a perfect quality Peiyuan Pill, which will be helpful for you to advance to the middle stage of foundation building." "Thank you, senior!" Zhao Hu happily took the pill.

"Go back and practice well. When you reach the middle stage of foundation building, I will give you an opportunity." Chen An said with a smile.

"You will definitely live up to your destiny!"

Seeing Zhao Hu standing still and showing no intention of leaving, Chen An asked in confusion, "What else do you want?"

Zhao Hu chuckled and took out a blood-red seed the size of a broad bean. He said, "During my trip to the secret realm, I also obtained two third-level spiritual medicines and several third-level spiritual plants, the seeds of the Magic Demon Grass. After exchanging them for cultivation resources, I still have one spiritual medicine and one seed left. I know that you like to study spiritual plants, so I will give them to you."

Magic grass?
Chen An thought for a moment and remembered that the jade slip he got from Liu Zhen briefly introduced several third-level spiritual plants, and the Fantasy Demon Grass was one of them.

It is said that monsters are very sensitive to the smell of the magic grass, which has a fatal temptation to them. If ordinary monsters eat it, it can stimulate their desire to mate and increase the chance of producing cubs.

Moreover, if the Magic Demon Grass can reach one hundred years old, the medicinal power it contains can even have an effect on third-order monsters.

However, human cultivators are not sensitive to the smell of the Magic Demon Grass. If it were not for its ability to attract monsters, this spiritual plant would be no different from an ordinary spiritual plant.

Chen An was overjoyed, and before Zhao Hu left, he gave him a few more bottles of second-level pills to help him break through the middle stage of foundation building as soon as possible.

He sat on the cushion, hesitated for a moment, then left the cave and planted the seeds of the magic grass in the spiritual field. The third-level spiritual seeds he had were scarce now, so he planted one as he could.

After planting the spiritual seeds, Chen An walked to the edge of the pool and took out the third-level spiritual water that Zhao Hu had just offered.

He waved his hand and rolled up a small ball, about one or two ounces in weight, and rich water-attributed spiritual energy rushed towards him. The faint spiritual energy emitted by the spiritual plants in the surrounding first and second level spiritual fields pale in comparison and cannot be compared with it at all.

But Chen An shook his head slightly and murmured, "This kid used second-level spiritual wood to make the wooden barrel, which caused the spiritual energy of this spiritual water to drop a bit, but fortunately it was not left for too long, and it barely maintained at the level of third-level spiritual water."

The last trip to the secret realm was only about five years ago. Even though it was not properly preserved, the spiritual energy did not decline too seriously.

Chen An waved out a magical power, wrapped in a ball of spiritual water, and submerged it into the pool.

When it sank to the bottom of the water, Chen An's magic power led the spiritual water to pour on one of the two lotus seeds.

In just half an hour, the lotus seeds had absorbed a whole pound of spiritual water.

Taking this opportunity, Chen An took out a third-level spiritual plant, which was the one left after ripening the Eight Treasures Spiritual Tree last time.

Including the ones Zhao Hu just offered, there are now two.

His mind moved slightly, activating the Soul-stealing Technique, extracting the essence of one of the plants, and then injecting it into the heavy water lotus seed that had just been watered with spiritual water underwater.

Chen An's spiritual sense could clearly feel that the heavy water lotus seeds were glowing with vitality, and a tiny crack appeared on the lotus seed shell, as if something was trying to come out.

But at this moment, the movement of the lotus seed suddenly disappeared and it sank back to the bottom of the water.

"One or two ounces of spiritual water are used up so quickly."

Chen An curled his lips, then took out nearly a pound of water from the small wooden barrel in one breath and placed it around the lotus seeds.

The lotus seed then regained its vitality and continued to grow. Soon it broke out of the shell, and a slender green rhizome broke out of the water.

Chen An looked delighted and struck while the iron was hot.

After the second pound of spiritual water was consumed, the heavy water lotus grew lotus leaves and a delicate lotus flower grew from another rhizome, like a shy girl.

Not until three kilograms of spiritual water was used up and the essence of the third-level spiritual plant was exhausted did the lotus gradually open, revealing a lotus pod that exuded an alluring scent. Soon, it was filled with twelve heavy water lotus seeds.

“It’s ripe!”

Chen An rubbed his palms, leaped across the surface of the pool, and picked the fruits himself.

[Harvest a 30-year-old heavy water lotus and gain the magical power of calling the wind and rain]

(End of this chapter)