Chapter 132 - Crab Spirit Cream

  "Junior Brother Lu, is the reason why this Fiery Fruit is in a sluggish state because it has not been properly nourished by the spiritual flame?"

  The round-faced female cultivator was very kind and understood the reason immediately.

  "Yes, due to long-term growth in a special environment, this Fiery Fruit has undergone certain changes and needs the nourishment of Yin Fire spiritual flames."

  Lu Xuan answered affirmatively.

  "In this case, I will try it now."

  The round-faced female cultivator took out a talisman from the storage bag, and the spiritual power was stimulated. The talisman's spiritual light emerged, and a wisp of pale flame floated out of it.

  "This is the second-grade talisman Yinyan Talisman. The spiritual flame released is sinister and continuous, like a ulcer attached to the bone, and it will not dissipate for a long time."

  The round-faced female cultivator explained to Lu Xuan while controlling the pale flame to fly towards the somewhat dry Fiery Fruit.

  Feeling the approach of the pale flame, some withered fiery red leaves on the Fiery Fruit spiritual plant moved without wind, as if attracting the pale flame.

  The pale flame turned into wisps of tiny flames and evenly merged into the fiery red leaves.

  In an instant, the Fiery Fruit seemed to have tasted something extremely delicious. Its fiery red branches and leaves came alive instantly, rustling in the air, full of vitality.

  Not long after, the Fiery Fruit, which seemed a little shriveled due to long-term malnutrition, became full at a speed visible to the naked eye under the gaze of the two.

  "It really works! This time, thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu!"

  The round-faced female cultivator saw the Fiery Fruit gradually becoming more and more vigorous, and a trace of excitement appeared on her face.

  "This is thirty sword seals, which is the reward for helping me cure the Fiery Fruit this time.

  In addition, there are some spiritual fruits I cultivated. Junior Brother, you can take them back to your cave and enjoy them as snacks after cultivation."

  She paid Lu Xuan thirty sword seals and gave him a large number of various spiritual fruits.

  "Thank you, Senior Sister Chen."

  Lu Xuan could not refuse, so he had to accept it.

  He did not stay in the courtyard of the round-faced female cultivator for a long time, and flew directly back to his cave.

  After making a small profit from sword seals, Lu Xuan was not in a hurry to accept another task, as he still had things to do in the spiritual field.

  The fifty condensed spirit firefly grasses needed constant attention. After they were cultivated to a certain stage, Lu Xuan processed them slightly according to the method of condensation, and obtained nearly five hundred plump and fresh spirit firefly grass seeds.

  He kept more than three hundred seeds and planted two hundred spirit firefly grass seeds in the spiritual field.

  His energy and spiritual power were limited, and there were other second-grade and third-grade spiritual plants that needed to be carefully cultivated, so planting two hundred spirit firefly grasses was almost his current limit.

  The spirit firefly grass provided cultivation, and other higher-grade spiritual plants obtained rare and precious treasures as rewards, and the two went hand in hand.

  In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and the two hundred spirit firefly grasses grew very well, and were green.

  Although Lu Xuan did not cultivate them carefully to the greatest extent due to the task of raising dragons, the growth state was better in the pure and rich spiritual environment of the sect.

  After one month of cultivation, the two sword grasses had grown to about one foot, with slender leaves, as thin as sword blades, standing upright, and the grass tips pointing directly to the sky.

  Sword energy permeated the air. Because they were not far apart, sword energy would occasionally intersect. Amid the sound of sword chirping, countless tiny sword marks appeared on the surface of the spiritual soil between the two sword grasses.

  After the sword-raising gourd had grown for a month, the vines became thicker and longer, clinging to the special rack built by the flying sword.

  The flying sword placed below was already the third one. Seeing that the sword intent inside was about to be absorbed by the gourd, Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of cultivating the third-grade spiritual plants.

  The other spiritual plants were growing well. The second-grade copper bone bamboo had entered the mature stage. It would not be long before it was picked and rewarded with a white light ball.

  In the spiritual spring, four iron claw crabs hid under strange stones.

  After such a long period of breeding, the iron claw crabs had grown to the size of a washbasin. The blue-black crab shell looked thick and solid. The pair of claws had been fully trained after pinching off the copper and iron ores day and night.

  When Lu Xuan was scooping the icy spiritual spring water from the spiritual well, he suddenly noticed that under a huge stone, there was a faint white light ball flickering slightly.   

  "Is this a fully mature iron claw crab?"

  He thought in surprise as he looked at the four iron claw crabs sinking to the bottom of the water.

  His mind focused on the bodies of the iron claw crabs one by one, and the growth progress bar of the iron claw crabs appeared.

  Soon, Lu Xuan found the iron claw crab that had entered the fully mature stage.

  It was the most arrogant and domineering one on weekdays.

  "Don't worry, I'll arrange for you right away."

  Lu Xuan glanced at the iron claw crab that was holding a pair of blue-black claws high up and showing off to him, and focused on the white light ball.

  His spiritual consciousness gently touched the slightly flickering white light ball, and suddenly, the light ball turned into countless tiny light points and poured into his body.

  A thought flashed through his mind, and then a square ointment appeared in his hand.

  The ointment was bluish-white, and it felt like jelly when touched lightly. There was a spiritual light on the surface, and an attractive fragrance came out.

  [Crab Spirit Cream, a second-grade treasure, is made from the essence of crab monsters. It contains rich spiritual power and tastes delicious. It is very popular among cultivators or monsters. ]

  "Tsk tsk, a second-grade delicacy."

  Lu Xuan sighed and put the square bluish-white ointment into his storage bag.

  With a thought, he called out to the grass puppet that was constantly patrolling the spiritual field.

  The grass puppet, with its huge gray grass head, walked slowly to Lu Xuan.

  "Tie up this iron-claw crab."

  Lu Xuan ordered.

  The grass puppet nodded slightly, and two gray-black grass ropes emerged from its body like a poisonous snake.

  Seeing this, the iron-claw crab waved a pair of claws like big knives and clamped the gray-black grass ropes fiercely.

  The grass rope looked extremely slow, but it just avoided the attacking claws, and kept shuttling between the iron-claw crab's body. Soon, it tied the iron-claw crab tightly.

  "Get out of the pot, get out of the pot!"

  As soon as Lu Xuan finished speaking, the impatient Cloud-stepping Lynx grabbed the incapacitated iron-claw crab and put it directly into the iron pot.

  The falcon, which was as fat as a small ball, didn't know what was going on. Its pair of green pupils rolled around, and it looked at the crab in the iron pot curiously.

  Lu Xuan moved his spiritual power, and a ray of bright yellow flame flew out and landed on the firewood.

  The firewood instantly burned fiercely. After

  steaming in the pot for a long time, Lu Xuan felt that the time was ripe and opened the lid of the pot.

  A ball of steaming white mist spread out, revealing the crab with a red crab shell inside.

  "It's still trying hard before it dies..."

  Lu Xuan looked at the crab's claws that were kept raised high, and he couldn't help feeling sad. Tears of sadness fell from the corners of his mouth.

  "Ah~" The stepping cloud lynx squatted on the edge of the iron pot, and roared softly with a five-point clamp tone.

  "Chirp!"

  The fat young falcon jumped around flexibly, and it knew that it would be able to enjoy the delicious food soon.

  (End of this chapter)