"Hmph, after fourteen years of running around, I only have over 80,000 spiritual stones left." Zhang Tianwu immediately said with a calm face when he heard that Zhang Tianhong had spent more than 3,000 spiritual stones in one night.

Except for a very small number of solitary monks who have deep self-discipline and profound cultivation, most of the monks who hunt sea beasts find a few fellow Taoists who trust each other to accompany each other. The number of people in the team is usually only about three or five people.

Zhang Tianwu and the others bought two thousand spirit stones for the green-scaled dolphin they hunted a few days ago, but only five hundred were allocated to him. If they can kill three to five in a month, then they can kill four in a year.

Fifty, then the number of spiritual stones obtained is more than 20,000. So what Zhang Tianwu has earned in the past ten years, not to mention two or three hundred thousand, should be around one hundred thousand.

But this account is not calculated that way. The consumption of those demon-inducing fluids, array disk equipment, and various elixirs is a big expense. Besides, how can any monk guarantee that every time he goes to sea, he can return with a full load? Of course if

Can't find any trace of sea beasts when I go out

, if you return empty-handed, it’s actually not too bad. What Zhang Tianwu is most worried about is encountering those sea beasts that are comparable to perfect foundation building. These sea beasts have half-opened their spiritual intelligence and know how to hide their own aura. Many monks are buried in these.

In the belly of a sea beast.

But not to mention the sea beasts that were already close to the great demon. When the four of them encountered a second-level high-grade sea beast, in order to save their lives, they had to fully activate the formation and escape. If they were injured again, the formation plate equipment

, the healing elixir still requires spiritual stones.

Moreover, part of the reason why he was able to save more than 80,000 spirit stones was because of family connections. For ordinary casual cultivators after so many years, it would be pretty good to have only 60,000 to 70,000 spirit stones left.

It is said that ordinary people work hard for a few copper plates and a few taels of silver, so how can they, the foundation-building monks, do the same?

As for the use of these 80,000 spiritual stones, Zhang Tianwu had already thought about it.

His own qualifications are not good. If he wants to accumulate mana faster, he needs to take a magic elixir that increases his mana.

The next step is to buy many spiritual trees needed to practice "Mu Xuan Shen". There are many spiritual trees in the Chongling Mountains. As the elder of the family, he can naturally use some of them. The family monks are better than casual cultivators. The good thing is that here, they have the support of the family!

However, these spiritual trees cannot fully satisfy his cultivation, so he needs more second-level spiritual trees.

But apart from these two points, the most important thing is the alien evil energy required for him to advance to the middle stage of foundation building.

After this calculation, the 80,000 spirit stones were not much left, so when Zhang Tianwu heard that Zhang Tianhong spent 3,000 spirit stones in one night, he was extremely angry and wanted to slap him!

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Shiping said in a calm tone.

"Tianhong knows he was wrong." Zhang Tianhong kowtowed heavily on the ground.

"Of course it's wrong to be extravagant, but there's one thing you're wrong about, that is, you shouldn't be clever. Originally, I planned to let you practice until the middle or later stages of foundation building, without having to slow down your practice for trivial matters, but since you don't have the intention to practice.

, then let’s start from today, home

The tribe will not provide you with half a piece of spiritual stone. As a foundation-building monk, you should also take responsibility. And Tianwu, please come to my place again in two days. Okay, everyone, go down, I'm tired

Come on!" Zhang Shiping lowered his eyebrows and glanced at him, stood up, turned around, and walked forward step by step.

"Ancestor." Zhang Tianwu and Zhang Tianhong called out, but Zhang Shiping didn't seem to hear them.

After watching Zhang Shiping walking step by step until his back was no longer visible, Zhang Tianhong stood up. He looked at Zhang Tianwu and hesitated to speak.

"You can take care of yourself." Zhang Tianwu looked at him and said solemnly, then turned and left.

Zhang Shiping, who walked slowly to the backyard, did not return to the quiet room. He stood in the courtyard, looking up at the dark sky.

"Wei'er, Tianhong and Tianhong are obviously so talented, why can't they just calm down and practice? They all behave like this. Am I wrong? This child Tianwu must be a little unwilling in his heart!" Zhang Shiping's face turned pale.

Ran, muttering to himself.

Until the sun sets in the west, he is like a stone sculpture, with his slant shadow stretching on the ground.

…

…

As for Zhang Tianwu, after he walked out of the restricted spiritual light outside the house, he did not look back at Zhang Tianhong. He did not take the car, but walked away.

After walking out of Xuanyuanzong Jindan Monastery, he called for the beast cart and said to the driver: "Go to Mingyu Tower."

Then the man bent down and entered the carriage.

‘Pa…’ The driver raised his whip, struck the air, shook the reins a few times, and the wind-controlling beast pulling the cart began to jog and turned a corner.

After arriving at the main street of the city, the coachman shouted: "Senior, sit still."

‘Pa, pa…’ There were a few more empty sounds, and white clouds gradually appeared from the four hooves of the wind-controlling beast, and it started running quickly.

…

…

Two days later, Zhang Shiping turned into a blue rainbow and cut through the sky, flying towards the ancient ocean to go to Zhao Wuxie's appointment on Golden Marrow Island.

The day before leaving, Zhang Shiping exchanged two bottles of Qingmu Sha for Tianwu with Nether Fire Fiend to help him break through the middle stage of foundation building. At the same time, he also ordered him to go back to Binhai City and inform the clan about Tian Hong.

Some elders among them.

If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool.

Zhang Shiping understood that no matter how much he talked, it would be useless. Only if Tianhong, a child, could experience this for himself, might he wake up. If he lost his life because of this, then he could only say that he deserved it.

That’s it.

Fortunately, there was Tian Wu, who gave Zhang Shiping some comfort! Although his spiritual roots were not as good as Tian Hong's, Zhang Shiping saw in him his youthful appearance in the past, which was a desire for immortality.

Just when Zhang Shiping was worrying about the younger generations of his family, far away in a quiet valley in Nanzhou, a fragrance suddenly came from nowhere and filled the entire valley.

"It's done!" Xiao Chengwu sniffed and opened his eyes in surprise, then jumped up from the stone and looked at the thin Lord Hongyue from a distance.

Not far away from Xiao Chengwu, monk Xuan Yu in white clothes was sitting cross-legged, with a bit of joy on his face, and he also shouted, "The elixir is done."

As soon as the voice fell, Lord Hongyue appeared beside the two of them. He threw a blue elixir with a red pattern in his hand to Xiao Chengwu.

"Ming Yu is here?" Before Xuan Yu could speak, Lord Hongyue chuckled.

"We've been here. Three hundred thousand miles away from Nanming City, some monks discovered clan monks near Golden Marrow Island. These little mice have been hiding for so long, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and they are indeed targeting the Mingxin Sect."

Xuan Yu's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he spoke softly.
Chapter completed!