Wang Xin'yan had fallen.
Just as Heihei and the others had said, it was easy to kill dozens.
Li Ping'an shook his head and sighed, "Alas, my moment of showing off was just eliminated by you."
Dahuang: "What a pity, those fair legs, what a pity."
Niuniu bumped Heihei, "It's all your fault, the boss didn't even get to touch her this time."
Li Ping'an's face was full of black lines; this ox really knew how to exaggerate.
Heihei's dog face was full of innocence.
Why was everything blamed on the squad leader now?
Li Ping'an walked over, found a spatial Jade Slip in the weeds, and threw it into the System warehouse.
Counting this one, there were nine in total.
However, these spatial Jade Slips all had Formation imprints, and Li Ping'an couldn't open them for now.
The next day.
Xianyan Sect's Tianxia Peak was bustling with activity.
All Inner Sect Disciples were to go out for experience under the protection of the Elders.
For them, this was a good opportunity.
After all, all gains from the experience belonged to the individual, and with Elders accompanying them, it was relatively safer.
"Elders, are all your Disciples present?"
As a clear, cold voice sounded, a woman walked out from within Tianxia Hall.
She was Ye Yunlan, the Peak Master of Tianxia Peak, with alluring red lips and eyes like precious jade.
She had Cultivated in the Xianyan Sect for 1,200 years, but her face and skin remained as delicate and smooth as a young girl's, showing no trace of time.
"Greetings, Peak Master."
The Disciples all bowed.
Some bolder male Disciples couldn't help but steal a few more glances.
Grand Elder Gu Ning spoke, "Peak Master Senior Sister, my Disciple Wang Xin'yan has not arrived."
Wang Xin'yan?
Hearing this, Ye Zifeng in the crowd suddenly frowned.
He knew very well what Wang Xin'yan had gone to do last night; he had originally thought that after Wang Xin'yan dealt with Li Ping'an, she would return to rest.
Now it seemed, something might have happened!
Ye Yunlan looked at Gu Ning, "Where did she go?"
Gu Ning shook her head, "I don't know. I asked my Disciples, they all saw her last night, but after being called away by Second Elder's Disciple Ye Zifeng, she hasn't returned."
Ye Yunlan's gaze fell on Ye Zifeng and she said, "You called Wang Xin'yan away last night?"
As his aunt, how could she not know what kind of character this nephew was?
However, Ye Yunlan had come to the Xianyan Sect to Cultivate over a thousand years ago, and she didn't have much affection for Ye Zifeng, or even the entire Ye family.
The only thing that remained, perhaps, was the unbreakable Bloodline.
Ye Zifeng stepped forward and said, "I discussed Cultivation experiences with Junior Sister Wang last night, and then she went out for a walk alone."
"As for where she went, I don't know."
Ye Yunlan nodded lightly and said, "The experience cannot be delayed. Since Wang Xin'yan didn't arrive on time, she won't participate this time."
After a few instructions, the many Elders of Tianxia Peak released their Flying Magical Artifacts and led their Disciples into the sky.
Spirit Field wooden shed.
Li Ping'an woke up early.
He stood outside the wooden shed, gazing into the distant sky, thinking that perhaps An Ruoyi and the others would pass by here during their experience.
Don't even mention it,
He really did wait for them.
At this moment, in those Spirit Fields, all the Utility Disciples looked up, their faces filled with longing.
There were many types of Flying Magical Artifacts.
An Ruoyi stood on the edge of a giant Flying Sword, looking down.
She saw Li Ping'an, and her beautiful eyes showed reluctance, but she still smiled.
Li Ping'an waved at her, watched the Flying Sword go far away, and finally disappear into the distant sky.
Heihei: "Boss, should we follow them?"
Li Ping'an shook his head, "They can fly, wouldn't we be exhausted running after them?"
"Besides, what's the point of following? We can't do anything serious anyway, might as well farm."
He waved his hand, "Niuniu, come with me to farm. Heihei, you take those three Pill Furnaces and lead Dahuang to wander deep into those mountains to get some Yao Beast cores and Yao Beast blood."
Niuniu stared with wide eyes, "Why do I have to stay and farm?"
Li Ping'an patted Niuniu's head, "You're an ox, I'm a farmer. Farming is our main business."
"They are both lackeys, they have to do lackey things..."
With the division of labor complete, everyone went about their business.
Li Ping'an carried a hoe and searched for Spirit Fields, while Niuniu followed sullenly.
It also wanted to run out and play, to gallop freely in the wilderness, to roam the high mountains—what a carefree life that would be.
Li Ping'an found a two-mu first-grade Spirit Field, patted Niuniu's head, "Don't sulk. There are too many weeds here, burn them with your fire."
"I need you, that's why I kept you. They don't understand fire, and clearing land is terribly slow. You are a very useful ox."
Niuniu's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Li Ping'an: "I wouldn't benefit from lying to you, would I?"
"That's right." Niuniu felt relieved, "Moo~"
It lowered its head, and a stream of fierce flames shot out from its nostrils, like a flamethrower, incinerating all the weeds.
The temperature was extremely high, and the efficiency was excellent.
"Work hard, towards a better future."
Li Ping'an swung his hoe like a machine with a small motor, making the dust and plant ashes fly freely.
(Ding: Cultivation Point +5)
(Ding: Cultivation Point +5)
After clearing the land, Li Ping'an did not plant anything.
After all, he had no Spirit Rice seeds left, and only a little over 3,000 Spirit Stones remained.
Glancing around the terrain, Li Ping'an didn't care if it was a Spirit Field or not, and began clearing the land in neat rows.
With the fire-breathing ox clearing weeds, the overall land-clearing speed was extremely fast.
"This ox has great strength; I need to get some plowing tools."
Li Ping'an muttered to himself, and while clearing the land, he also planned to make larger plowing tools.
At dusk, he returned to the wooden shed.
He didn't know how many mu of land he had cleared today, nor how many of them were Spirit Fields, but he had gained over 500 Cultivation Points in total, reaching 2,400 points.
"Save them for now, they look very tempting."
Li Ping'an patted Niuniu's head and walked towards Outer Gate Spirit City, needing to buy some food and Materials to make plowing tools.
The Ling City at dusk was still lively.
Many Spirit Fields had ripened, and those Utility Disciples were either driving carriages to exchange for contribution points or selling them within the city.
They were all lowly Utility Disciples without connections, and few of them possessed spatial artifacts.
Li Ping'an walked into a relatively secluded and quiet blacksmith shop.
There was only an old man and a dark-skinned young blacksmith apprentice, both listlessly leaning against the wall.
Seeing Li Ping'an enter, the two merely glanced at him and didn't bother to speak or pay attention.
"No wonder business is so bad; with this attitude, it'd be strange if it were good."
Li Ping'an muttered to himself and said, "Excuse me, can I customize some tools?"
The old man pointed at the dark-skinned youth, "Ask him."
Li Ping'an looked at the youth, who was even less willing to talk, "I'm not a blacksmith, I'm a Cultivator!"
The old man angrily said, "Blacksmithing is also a kind of Cultivation, and a safe one at that. Those Cultivators are so dangerous, people die every day."
The youth was very arrogant, "Death is because they are not strong enough."
The old man said, "Are you very powerful? You probably can't even beat this little brother, and you still want to learn from Cultivators and venture into the Jianghu. You're practically venturing into Hell!"
The youth was unconvinced.
He looked at Li Ping'an, waved his fist, "If you want to customize tools, you have to win against my fist."
"If you win, all Materials are free. If you can't beat me, just scram..."
