The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 428 - 252 Nine-Grain Millet_2

Yu Yao turned his head and saw her incredulous expression, chuckled, and said, "If Miss Ning were an ordinary person, why would Senior Brother Quan have fallen for her?" It dawned on Mei Wanting, realizing that since Ning Xiaoxian was also a cultivator, the transmissions under the arena were most likely her doing. She owed her such a huge favor, yet she had treated her as an ordinary mortal who came to help in Guangcheng Palace and even brought her here.

Her face turned red, and after a long while, she rolled her eyes and grabbed Yu Yao, insisting that he tell her everything about Ning Xiaoxian.

At this moment, Ning Xiaoxian had already arrived at the scripture tower in front of Guangcheng Palace. A year ago, Miss Mei was a noble figure that she, a talentless person with No Spiritual Root, must look up to. Now, whether it was cultivation or experience, she had not only caught up but left her behind. The rise and fall in the mortal world really had no fixed pattern.

It was but a minor episode, and along with the emotion, it was swiftly put behind her mind. Right now, Qi Zai was flying in front of the scripture tower, the place where the Immortal Sect stored cultivation techniques and magic artifacts. This tower was at least thirty meters high, with flying eaves and arches, resplendent and magnificent, very appealing. The places where each sect stored its techniques were always built supremely majestic, serving as the face of the sect. Changtian took a look and suddenly said, "This building probably used the Sumeru mustard seed method, and space was reconceived within it."

"What does that mean?" She did not understand right away.

"It means that the real size of the scripture tower is several times what you see with your naked eyes," interjected Tu Jin, with a hint of emotion in his voice, "For a great sect like Guangcheng Palace, the number of stored techniques and treasures is at least over a hundred thousand. Without recreating space within the building, how could it contain everything?"

Ning Xiaoxian nodded understandingly at him. Tu Jin was a man of few words if this place hadn’t stirred his nerves, he wouldn’t have spoken abruptly. Perhaps a thousand years ago, when Yunxiao Palace was flourishing, the scripture collection was about the same, right?

If she had a Spirit Root, she would probably be like most disciples of Immortal Sects, busily pursuing within her sect, striving for advancement or traveling the mortal world to complete the tasks of her sect, in exchange for its techniques or magic artifacts, peaceful yet endless.

Her next place to visit was the Jade Field of Guangcheng Palace. Each Immortal Sect would cultivate its own fields to grow Spirit Rice, like the Cloud Immortal Rice of the Chi Xiao Sect, which must be grown in Steel Fields. The rice planted by Guangcheng Palace for its sect members was the highest-grade Nine-Grain Millet of the contemporary era!

Legend says that in ancient times, a phoenix carried Nine-Grain Millet in its beak, which fell to the ground, was picked up by someone, and planted in the fields, granting those who ate it the ability to age without dying. The Spirit Rice cultivated by Guangcheng Palace was obviously not the ancient Nine-Grain Millet, but the courage to name it as such at least suggests that the spiritual power contained in this rice is astonishing, as is the consumption for its cultivation. This type of rice is indeed planted above the Jade Field.

In front of Ning Xiaoxian was the boundless Jade Field. The wind blew, and the millet, which looked no different from ordinary millet, frequently nodded, exposing the soil beneath—it was then she saw clearly, the field of Nine-Grain Millet was actually planted on top of an enormous green jade vein, drawing spiritual energy daily from the jade to produce top-quality Spirit Rice!

For newcomers, this scene was too shocking, she could even hear the gasps of nearby loose cultivators. A precious jade rarely seen in the mortal world not only was found everywhere in Guangcheng Palace but was also used as the most common soil, turned into vast paddies. The wealth and grandeur of this sect were evident from this.

What she wanted most right now was to steal a few grains of millet to plant in the God Demon Prison. Regardless of how much spiritual power they contained, the soil could amplify it tenfold! If anyone familiar with her were here, they would see the fierce and thief-like gleam in her eyes, exactly the look of Miss Ning when she desperately wanted to seize something!

According to Changtian’s estimates, the spiritual energy contained in this Spirit Rice was more than ten times that of the daily consumed Dream Millet! Currently in God Demon Prison, the production of Jade Paste was limited, allowing only a few grains per day. If she could obtain the seeds of this Nine-Grain Millet, the spiritual power she could draw from her food would increase tenfold.

However, achieving this goal was not easy. Every Immortal Sect strictly prohibited the outflow of Spirit Rice seeds, and Guangcheng Palace was no exception. Though the sect openly revealed its Jade Field to everyone, any unwary soul sneaking in to steal a few seeds would be met with incessant array attacks. At a glance, Changtian recognized at least seven or eight arrays hidden around the Jade Field; without a disciple’s token of Guangcheng Palace, ordinary people simply couldn’t enter.

But, was she an ordinary person? If it was only guarded by arrays, then she was fearlessly determined. With a quick roll of her eyes, Ning Xiaoxian had made up her mind to get at least two stalks. Why not try tonight? There’s a saying: the wind leaves traces, and the goose plucks its own feathers. Having entered the treasure mountain, how could she return empty-handed?

Perhaps she was too close, or she stared too long. From the Jade Field, two streams of light flew and stopped in front of her. They were two disciples guarding the field, who respectfully but politely asked her to leave.

Did she look like a villain? Qi Zai also indignantly chirped and flew away. The day was still young, she let Qi Zai turn around, heading towards the Duobao Pavilion.

This was another grandiose building. Duobao Pavilion was originally built by Guangcheng Palace for its disciples to store items, and before the grand ceremony, it was also open to all visiting guests, serving a similar function to the mutual market of Rock City, allowing everyone to freely trade, but naturally, the guard force here was nothing compared to Rock City.

After years of development, Duobao Pavilion was not only well-known within Guangcheng Palace but also famous throughout the whole Central and Southern Regions of the Southern Continent.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on qidian.com for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com.)