Everyone felt that their spiritual energy began to grow significantly.

Xiang Yun was a little excited: "In the future, whether you are practicing your own practice or supporting the mountain protection formation, including cultivating spiritual flowers, spiritual grass, spiritual birds and spiritual beasts, you no longer have to worry about the problem of insufficient spiritual energy."

She has experienced it personally, from the impending demise of the Medicine Master Sect, to turning a corner, and now to its current vitality. How could she not be excited?

Elder Xiao Mei's beautiful eyes shone: "In this way, Miaoxiang Peak will have no problem supporting five Nascent Soul monks. With five Nascent Soul monks, we will be equivalent to a medium-sized sect."

"That's great!"

"Long live the leader!"

"Hehe, in the future we will all ascend to the spirit world, and each of us will live ten thousand years."

"Your ambition is too small. It would be great if we all go to the real immortal world and each of us can live millions of years."

Yan Zixiu's goal is not in the spiritual world and the real immortal world, but in the glass world.

What do tens of millions of years count there? Not even the Ganges Shah Sangha can count the lifeless years.

But he is not in a hurry to tell everyone clearly at the moment. Because the first goal of those who cultivate in the world of immortality is immortality.

…

In a blink of an eye, it was time to return to the home world. Yan Zixiu said goodbye to everyone, saying that he was going to travel in the clouds. Under the farewell of the Medicine Master sect, he took the auspicious cloud bag and flew to the distance.

…

Jambudvipa World, Tuesday, November 26th.

High-end agricultural product base in Guoyingtian area of ​​Huaxia, a three-story meditation room in a wooden villa run by a high-ranking farmer.

Yan Zixiu came out of the teleportation light door, first put away the letters he left before setting off, and then asked his substitute to give him a haircut.

He summoned the eight fairy puppets he left behind before setting off.

They are responsible for the intelligent detection array to prevent some malicious people from invading the Yingtian area. According to feedback from the spirit puppets, there have been no intruders without fear of death in the past two days.

Yan Zixiu felt relieved and let them continue on duty.

Look at the time, it's six o'clock in the morning. It's a little bright outside and the surroundings are quiet.

He walked out of the meditation room and went to the viewing platform on the top floor, where he sat down and reviewed the gains and losses of his second journey to the world of immortality.

The world of cultivating immortals was vast and complex, far beyond his expectation. At the Immortal Ascension Conference in Purple Mist City, there was almost no major incident.

Therefore, you should still be cautious when going to overseas fairyland next time.

Another experience during this journey was that in the process of defending his home world and resolving the polarization in the world of immortality, he unknowingly felt that he had made a great improvement. It truly complied with what the "Tao Te Ching" said: follow others first.

After integrating "I" into "we", all progress will be natural.

The sky was getting brighter, and an hour ago he was flying in the sky, but now he was in an agricultural research base. Comparing the two, Yan Zixiu felt a bit like a dream, but his foundation-building cultivation was real.

He stretched out his hand and tried the fire technique, and a flame was generated on his finger.

Looking at the swaying flames, a funny thought came to his mind: He didn't have to do anything, he could become a magician and he would have something to eat.

The street tricks he saw when he was a child, such as breaking ropes and recovering them, and swallowing glass alive, were very magical at the time. Now, of course, they are just childish to him. However, they still have the flavor of childhood.

After playing with magic for a while, there was sudden movement from below.

Yan Zixiu didn't need to look, he used his spiritual sense to detect and knew that chef Cao Jiaojiao and culture teacher Wang Jingjing were preparing breakfast for everyone.

He walked along the corridor bridge to the staff canteen: "Jiaojiao, Jingjing. Good morning."

For him, it was two months since he had seen these two subordinates.

Jiaojiao and Jingjing had not seen Section Chief Yan for two days: "Good morning, Section Chief Yan, have you finished your retreat?"

"Yes." Yan Zixiu naturally helped to choose vegetables. Today's breakfast is steamed buns, porridge, and two fried vegetables.

"Chief Yan, just the two of us are enough, don't get involved," Cao Jiaojiao said.

"Chief Yan, don't you have to practice in the morning? Don't delay your business." Wang Jingjing reminded.

"It's okay. I've practiced today's Kung Fu." Yan Zixiu practices Naluoyan Kung Fu every morning. But this morning's Kung Fu was practiced in the world of immortality. "What's going on these two days?"

"Everything is as usual. Chief Yan, did you have another dream during this retreat?" Cao Jiaojiao asked with a smile.

In their memories, Section Chief Yan once dreamed of Mount Everest in seclusion and the hometown of aliens in the past.

"It must be a dream. I dreamed that I learned a lot of things, such as playing the guqin and doing magic."

"Really? We have a piano room at our base. Let's play a piece for everyone sometime." Wang Jingjing tried to make a request, but she didn't know whether Section Chief Yan really learned it or pretended to.

"No problem. Let's wait until the day when we explain the psychology of traditional Chinese medicine. There will be many people that day." Yan Zixiu saw Jiaojiao and Jingjing preparing to carry the steamer over, so he walked over and said, "I'll do it."

With one hand, he lifted up the five-six-story steamer and placed it on the big pot. Most of the pot of water had been poured into the pot.

"Chief Yan, why are you so strong?" Jiaojiao was a little curious.

"As you know, I practice Qigong every day."

"Then what is your maximum strength?"

"I haven't tried it. If you fight a tug of war with a thousand cows, you probably won't win or lose."

Poof, Jiaojiao and Jingjing both laughed. They felt that Section Chief Yan was really capable of bragging.

But Yan Zixiu is telling the truth. His Narayana Gong has reached the third level and has the power of a thousand oxen. The pulling force of an ox is more than 300 kilograms, so his strength is 300 tons, 300,000 kilograms. You need to know

, Sun Wukong’s golden cudgel only weighs one hundred and eight thousand kilograms.

However, his power has no place in this world for the time being. The ground here is too weak and cannot withstand the torment.

Talking and laughing, it's time for dinner.

When Xiao Wu and the employees came to have dinner, they saw Section Chief Yan helping in the kitchen and they all said hello.

Yan Zixiu responded one by one and helped everyone prepare meals and dishes, feeling very happy in his heart.

When everyone's meals were ready, he also served a portion and started eating.

While they were eating, Commissioner Wu and Lao Ma came. It seemed that Commissioner Wu was very concerned about this retreat. They didn't eat breakfast either, so Yan Zixiu quickly asked someone to get them a meal, and they sat down to eat and chat together.

After eating, Commissioner Wu and Yan Zixiu came to the office. They were the only two people here.

"Xiao Yan, how is the situation in this retreat?" Commissioner Wu asked.

Of course Yan Zixiu knew what he was asking. Before the retreat, they had a riddle-style communication.

He opened a soundproof mask and covered it around the office: "Uncle Wu, we can speak openly now. No one in the world can hear it."

Commissioner Wu watched as a transparent gas mask emerged from Yan Zixiu's finger, quickly expanded to cover the entire office, and then disappeared.
Chapter completed!