Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 864 - 385: The Spirit Worm Breaks Through the Fourth Rank; Divine Techniques Astound (Part 3)

Xu Ping remained calm, "The Golden Spirit Mouse clan will help us through the beast tide."

Xu Ping revealed a little information to Duan Shuang that did not involve core secrets.

For others, the beast tide was something to be feared greatly, but to him, it might be an opportunity to collect puppet materials.

Even if the situation undergoes dramatic changes, with his current divine techniques, he can escape with ease.

"So Xu Lang had a plan all along; Shuang’Er was overthinking."

Upon hearing this, a reassuring smile bloomed on Duan Shuang’s beautiful face, and the heavy weight on her heart dissipated considerably.

Within the warm flowing atmosphere of the cave dwelling, moonlight spilled over the two people embracing each other, casting a layer of hazy silver light.

After a moment of tenderness, Duan Shuang suddenly lifted her delicate chin, her cold pool-like clear eyes deeply gazed into Xu Ping, with unprecedented seriousness and a trace of... apprehension.

"Xu Lang... can we... have a child?" Duan Shuang’s red lips slightly parted, her voice was soft yet clear.

As these words fell, it seemed as if even the lunar essence in the cave dwelling froze for a moment.

Xu Ping’s fingers, which were caressing the green silk, paused slightly.

All these years, he had always guarded that boundary, never truly breaking Duan Shuang’s Pure Yin Body.

Duan Shuang possesses a Pure Yin Body, a mysterious physique that serves as the foundation for her mystical journey through cultivation.

Once broken, her primordial yin would be impaired, her foundational path lead to dust, and her hopes of progressing to the mid-stage or even late-stage Nascent Soul would be completely severed.

That this steadfastly determined Duan Shuang would take the initiative to propose giving up that mystical path, simply seeking the continuation of bloodline... Xu Ping felt waves of complex emotions surge in his heart.

Was it the warmth of these years of mutual dependence and companionship on the path of immortality that eventually birthed an affection for the mundane world?

Silence spread throughout the cave dwelling.

Only the shallow breaths of the two intertwined.

After a long while, Xu Ping slowly shook his head, "Shuang’Er, on my path of cultivation, powerful enemies are ever-present, the likes of the old demons of Hehuan are but minor afflictions.

"Though I possess some means, to safeguard myself thoroughly still requires exhaustive effort. If I were to add the burden of blood ties... I fear I wouldn’t have the capability, possibly harming the child."

He paused, his fingertips gently brushed across Duan Shuang’s exquisite side profile, his gaze deep like an abyss, "Secondly, and most importantly... Shuang’Er, your mystical journey is not yet ended."

"The mid-stage Nascent Soul is within reach; the late-stage Nascent Soul is not out of the question."

"On the long and lonely road to immortality, I wish to walk it with you, explore the ultimate peaks of this great path, isn’t it superior to everything in the world?"

Listening to Xu Ping’s refusal, a hint of disappointment flashed in Duan Shuang’s eyes, but she said nothing more.

Xu Ping wrapped his arms around Duan Shuang, holding her tightly.

...

Two years slipped away like sand through fingers.

Outside Blood Bone Island, the wind and waves gradually intensified.

Beneath the sea surface, undercurrents surged, countless low-rank demon beasts swam restlessly, the air saturated with a sense of impending storm.

The True Dragon Hall’s summons for myriad beasts, like an intangible war drum, had subtly begun to sound.

On this day, a steady mid-stage Nascent Soul escape light pierced the blood mist swirling above Blood Bone Island, landing before the hall.

The visitor was Liang Ming.

His aura was more condensed and profound, his gestures carried the unique dignity of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, a sign of stabilized realm.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Xu, I apologize for the disturbance." Liang Ming laughed heartily, his voice full of energy.

Xu Ping personally came out to greet him, his gaze swept over Liang Ming, then he smiled and cupped his hands, "I have yet to congratulate Fellow Daoist Liang, reaching mid-stage Nascent Soul, ascending further on the great path, worthy of celebration."

Liang Ming’s breakthrough was also good news for him.

This meant that, within Mystic Water Sect, Liang Ming and his wife’s influence had grown, elevating the level of their trade.

"Fellow Daoist Xu’s praise is excessive, it’s merely a matter of a bit of luck." Liang Ming waved his hand repeatedly, yet his face couldn’t conceal the joy of the breakthrough.

After a few polite exchanges, the topic quickly shifted to the main subject.

The beast tide pressed ominously, and the prices for strategic materials like talismans, magical artifacts, array plates, and puppets had surged uncontrollably like a wild horse.

Especially four-rank talismans capable of threatening fourth-rank demon beasts, which had become hard currency that major forces spared no expense to compete for.

The transaction went smoothly.

Liang Ming brought abundant talisman materials, puppet materials....

Xu Ping provided a batch of fourth-rank lower-grade talismans, with a variety of types, none less than excellent.

Once the exchange was completed, Liang Ming was ready to leave when Xu Ping suddenly produced a talisman.

As soon as this talisman appeared, a violent thunder power instantly permeated the entire hall.

"Fourth-rank middle-grade talisman—Purple Sky Annihilation Thunder Talisman!"

Upon seeing this talisman, Liang Ming’s heart suddenly shook.

He had guessed that Xu Ping’s prowess in talisman-making was unfathomable, and eventually could craft fourth-rank middle-grade talismans, but the speed... seemed a bit too fast.

With the beast tide impending, a fourth-rank middle-grade talisman was entirely a strategic talisman, saying it was worth a fortune wouldn’t be an overstatement.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, what do you think of this talisman?"

Xu Ping remained calm, placing the talisman on the table, speaking indifferently.

"Masterful! Astonishing beyond words!"

Liang Ming restrained the excitement in his heart, offering sincere admiration.

"Just wondering what Fellow Daoist Xu... wishes to exchange for this?"

Liang Ming understood well that what Xu Ping presented now certainly wouldn’t be exchanged for spirit stones or ordinary materials so simply.

Xu Ping smiled slightly, his gaze deep, "What Xu Mou seeks is not common items. I’ve heard Mystic Water Sect has a legacy spanning ten thousand years, deep foundations, and within the library... there might be something that captures my interest."

Liang Ming’s heart jumped, rising with an ominous premonition, "Please straightforwardly speak, Fellow Daoist."

"The way of talismans, the art of puppetry, the true interpretation of arrays... any inheritance jade slips above fourth-rank upper grade will do." Xu Ping smiled slightly, his voice calm.

Although he had Jin Yuxuan searching for him in the beast tide, he naturally couldn’t be idle.

With Liang Ming’s breakthrough to mid-stage Nascent Soul, perhaps there was a chance.

"Fourth-rank upper-grade inheritance?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming’s brows slightly furrowed.

This level of inheritance was foundational to Mystic Water Sect’s establishment and was an untold secret.

Even if his status had increased considerably after the breakthrough to mid-stage Nascent Soul, privately transmitting such information was absolutely impossible.

"Ah, Fellow Daoist Xu, you’re placing me in a tight spot!" Liang Ming sighed softly, a little troubled.

"Fellow Daoist Liang need not respond immediately, Xu Mou is aware of the gravity of this matter, you can return to the sect and discuss it with your Sect Leader and the elders."

Xu Ping seemed to have anticipated this, his expression unchanged, still composed.