Chapter 2555

Qinchuan returned to his residence, but this time, he brought the seeds of the Huanyang Grass. He could give it a try.

At that time, it could be considered a contribution, or he could become an official disciple earlier.

However, with his ability, even if he became an official disciple, he would probably continue to deal with herbs, for example, becoming a manager of the disciples who grew herbs.

These were not important. Qinchuan wanted peace. Anyway, he was already here. As long as he could come into contact with that level, he would not panic in the future.

Now that he met Consort Qian, Qinchuan felt that his days were good. There would be even better days ahead. Because of Consort Qian's existence, Qinchuan's life was a little disrupted.

He opened the box that Consort Qian gave him. Inside were the seeds of the Huanyang Grass. The box was filled with spiritual energy, and there was a formation. This was used to preserve the seeds and ensure that they could survive.

At the very least, it had to ensure that they could germinate. As for whether they could survive, that was something to be done later. If they could not even germinate, then it would be even more meaningless.

Ten seeds!

Each seed was the size of an almond, sparkling like jade, and emitted a faint white light. The number was indeed a little low, but ten was not a small number.

This thing was very precious. Even the seeds were incomparably precious. However, out of ten seeds, it would be worth it if one tree could survive. This was the normal harvest rate.

Almost one tree could survive out of ten seeds, and sometimes not even one tree could survive. Although the seeds were precious, they were not as precious as the matured Huanyang Grass.

Even with the Huanyang Grass, the success rate of concocting the Huanyang Pill was not high. This kind of pill was also extremely difficult to concoct. After all, it was a heaven-defying act. Breaking the shackles was not easy.

Therefore, it was needless to say how precious the Huanyang Pill was. However, if he could guarantee a large amount of Huanyang Grass, then he could guarantee a large amount of Huanyang Pills.

Qinchuan decided to cultivate some Huanyang Grass and get some seeds. En, it should be to store some Huanyang Pills. This thing was still very useful.

No matter where, this thing could be exchanged as a good thing. For example, in some auctions, high-value things could only be exchanged with other things.

At this time, they needed something like the Yang Return Pill. No one would complain about having too many of them. This thing could be used as a circulating currency among high-level warriors. It was very valuable. After all, it was always in short supply.

Originally, Qinchuan planned to use spiritual energy to refine the seeds of the Huanyang Grass, but now it seemed that there was no need for that. He found the best spot in the spiritual field and planted the Huanyang Grass.

It was not a problem for the Huanyang Grass to germinate, but the difficult part was to cultivate it. So, the next step was to wait for it to germinate.

This was a spiritual field, so it would definitely sprout on the second day. It could even grow up to half a foot tall. This was very normal. After all, spiritual herbs needed to be at least a hundred or even a thousand years old.

Even if ordinary fields could be planted, who would have the patience to wait for hundreds or even thousands of years, let alone not being able to survive?

However, spirit fields were different. Even the most common spirit field was ten times the size of a normal spirit field. In other words, one day of growth in such a spirit field was equivalent to ten days of growth in a normal field. A hundred-year herb would only need ten years to grow in this spirit field.

This was only the most ordinary spirit field. The spirit field of the Nine Heaven Sun Moon Sect was a few grades better than this. It was about 05 times better.

In other words, a thousand-year-old herb would only need 75 years.

This was already very powerful. Moreover, the amount of spirit stones needed to maintain the spirit field was huge. Ordinary cultivators would not be able to withstand it. Even the Nine Heaven Sun Moon Sect could only maintain a spirit field of this scale.

Any bigger and they would not be able to maintain it.

Spirit fields were very important. It was an important standard for a super force. This was because the elixirs of a sect depended on the spirit field. The importance of elixirs to martial artists was self-evident.

Sickness, breakthrough, life saving, purchasing power, etc. These were all elixirs.

One could see the importance of elixirs.

"Brother, my name is Wang Dali. I live next door to you." A rough man smiled and said to Qinchuan.

Actually, Qinchuan knew of such a person. It was just that he had just arrived and was not prepared to get to know the people here.

"Hello, my name is Qinchuan. Nice to meet you. Please take care of me in the future." Qinchuan said politely.

"Brother, don't mention it. If you need anything, just say it. I won't decline. There's nothing going on here. Do you want me to treat you to a drink?" Wang Dali said happily.

Qinchuan had just planted the Huanyang Grass. Since there was nothing going on today, they exchanged some pleasantries and went back together.

Their spirit fields were next to each other, and so were their wooden houses. However, the distance between them was about a few meters.

Before the two of them started drinking, another two people came.

"Wang Dali, you don't even call us brothers when you drink. Are we still friends?" A tall young man with an obvious scar on his face said with a smile.

"That's right. Luckily, I smelled the fragrance of the wine. It's better to come at the right time than to come early." Another short and smart looking young man sniffed.

The few of them were all servant disciples. The three of them were friends, but now, there was an additional Qinchuan.

Where there were people, there would be conflicts. Qinchuan felt that there was something going on, but he did not know what it was.

There were also disputes among the servant disciples.

Although menial disciples were considered the lowest level of disciples in the Nine Heavens Sun Moon Sect, there were still grades among the lowest disciples.

Servant disciples were also divided into skills. Those with good skills and great contributions would be valued. Although they were only servant disciples, sometimes they still had some face.

After all, the official disciples or some attendants would do some private work when they needed some herbs. For example, they would help others grow spirit herbs.

Actually, many of the disciples who contributed could live a small piece of spirit field as a reward. They had spirit fields, but they just did not have the time to take care of them.

Therefore, these people would let the servant disciples take care of the spirit field. Of course, they had to pay for it.

That was why some of the odd job disciples were doing very well. They could call on official disciples and experts. With this, they could naturally act like tyrants among the odd job disciples. They were like local tyrants, living a carefree life.

"You two came to drink? Yang Shuo didn't cause trouble for you?" Wang Dali asked.

"Why not? He probably forgot. Yang Shuo is so arrogant now. He's hugged the inner sect disciple Tong Ganglang. He doesn't care about anyone now." The scarred young man clicked his tongue.

This young man was called Zhao Yuyun. He was one of the stronger servant disciples, so his status had always been good.

"Forget him. Let's drink first. We'll deal with whatever comes. Today, we're here to welcome this brother of ours. If there's anything in the future, don't be shy." Zhao Yuyun was very forthright.

Qinchuan smiled and said a few polite words. He did not say much. Time was still long, and he would slowly find out what kind of people they were.