Chapter 1 Incense Cultivation System (Please collect and read)
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside!
Inside the house, lamps were burning like beans, with a small table in the center and an oil lamp on it.
A young man sat on the futon, looking at the dim sword in front of him with dull eyes, and sighed deeply.
The slightly haggard, pale face and messy hair looked a bit unkempt.
It was Chen Ling who had traveled through five years.
He was originally born in a foundation-building family, but he has mixed spiritual roots in the fourth line, ordinary qualifications, and almost no resources in the family. Three years ago, in order to learn the art of weapon refining, he married He Yunxiu, the daughter of the weapon refiner He Jing, and became the He family Home son-in-law.
However, by chance, the Qingyang Sect launched a large-scale land reclamation campaign, and the He family was recruited into the land reclamation team. However, He Jing was accidentally attacked by a monster and died.
Not only did he not learn the complete weapon refining technique, but he was infected by the source of evil because of land reclamation, and his body fell into the root of the disease. He had to use spiritual power to suppress the evil energy in his body every day, causing his cultivation to completely stagnate.
Now in his early thirties, he is still practicing at the third level of Qi.
It’s terrible!
It seriously hinders time travelers and can be called the worst time traveler in the history of time travel!
"Hey! I only have eighteen pieces of broken spirit left in my hand. I gave ten yuan to the midwife. I'm afraid the rest won't be enough for Yun'er to buy supplements!" Chen Ling let out a long sigh.
Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down.
A cultivator who is so bad that he can’t even afford his wife to give birth to a child or buy supplements has no one left!
But there was no way. His own qualifications were limited, and the weapon refining skills he learned were not comprehensive. The success rate of refining the weapons was very low, and the quality was average. As a result, business was bleak, and few people came to him to customize magic weapons.
This time, Shopkeeper Shen finally customized a low-grade magic sword with him. The sword body was already forged, but he could not figure out the key magic sword's key.
As a time traveler.
He has always believed that he can do better than others!
Even though his qualifications were too poor and he was abandoned by his family, he always insisted on practicing hard. After all, as long as there was a glimmer of hope of building a foundation, he would never give up.
Although he doesn't have a golden finger, he still has the qualifications to practice, which is much better than ordinary people.
However, the cruel reality destroyed his enthusiasm time and time again!
No matter how hard you try.
No matter how hard you work.
Without opportunity or qualification, everything seems to be in vain!
He has also tried many ways, hoping to activate the golden finger, but there has been no response. Now, he has basically given up hope for the legendary golden finger.
"Husband, go to bed early!"
"If you can't draw it according to law, you'll just have to draw it tomorrow!"
"You are not in good health, so don't hurt your foundation!"
At this time, my wife's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Hearing He Yunxiu's words, Chen Ling's mouth twitched. Although his wife also had mixed spiritual roots, she had a delicate appearance, a gentle and pleasant personality, and she followed him in everything.
Seeing that childbirth was imminent, she was still worried that he would harm himself by staying up late refining the magic weapon.
He quickly said, "It's okay. You go and rest first. I'll finish it soon!"
Thinking that he didn't even have the spiritual stones to buy nutritional supplements, he could only cheer up and continue to draw the forbidden spells on the sword.
If it doesn't work out, I can only go to the mines to work as a temporary worker for a while!
He Yunxiu's long sigh came from outside the door.
"As long as this magical sword can be refined, I can earn more than twenty spiritual stones, and then my life will be easier."
The faint moonlight shines into the room through the small wooden window.
Chen Ling took a breath and prepared to continue drawing the whirlwind spell.
Jinshanfang is a city established by the Qingyang Sect after they entered Yunmeng Swamp to open up wasteland. Over the past ten years, not only has the evil spirit within the surrounding two hundred miles been removed, but the safety has also been greatly improved.
However, some daily necessities are imported from outside, resulting in high prices!
It is extremely difficult for casual cultivators to survive here!
Even murders and treasure seizures often happened. Because he was relatively poor, and because of the lessons learned from He Jing, the couple were usually cautious and would not go out if they could, and they were safe these years.
"Life is really difficult, even becoming an immortal cultivator is so embarrassing!"
Chen Ling rubbed his forehead, took out another jade spirit tablet, and continued to depict the whirlwind spell.
This whirlwind formation is a second-level forbidden spell that consumes a lot of spiritual energy and energy. It must be carved carefully and slowly.
A quarter of an hour later, with the lack of spiritual energy in his body, the supply of spiritual energy was interrupted, the forbidden runes were broken, and the spirit board immediately emitted white smoke and was scrapped.
Chen Ling couldn't help but feel a sudden pain in his body, and the ten broken spirits were gone!
He vigorously controlled his irritable mood, got up and walked around the hut to relieve stress.
"I only have three spirit boards left in my hand. If I can no longer carve out the whirlwind spell, this business will go bad again!"
Chen Ling sighed again and decided to take a rest and try again tomorrow.
The next day.
He Yunxiu had labor pains in his abdomen.
He quickly stopped drawing the dharma prohibitions and went out to invite a midwife.
Noon.
Chen Ling paced back and forth outside the room, stepping from time to time to look inside through the window, looking anxious.
Although he and his wife are both monks, they both have mixed spiritual roots. He naturally hopes that his child's qualifications are better than theirs. After all, he can't become a rich generation, so he can be a rich father.
Of course, it could also be a mortal!
When Chen Ling was feeling uneasy, he heard a cry from inside the room, and his heart suddenly relaxed. It didn't matter whether it was good or bad!
Soon! The midwife Xi Niang came out with the baby in her arms and said with a smile, "It's my son. Congratulations."
Chen Ling's face was filled with joy, and he took the child wrapped in linen from Xi Niang's hands. Looking at the little guy whose eyes had not yet opened, he beamed with joy. The continuation of this bloodline made the depressed mood in his heart disappear.
Then he took out ten broken spirits and thanked Xiniang.
Xi Niang took the spirit stone and said a few words of congratulations before leaving.
Go inside.
He Yunxiu, who was lying on the bed, looked a little pale and looked depressed.
Chen Ling hurriedly used spiritual power to nurse his wife back to health.
He Yunxiu looked grateful, and her face regained some rosiness. She said weakly, "Husband, what should I call this child?"
"Chen Pingan!"
Chen Ling thought for a while and said with a smile.
Although Chen Ling hopes that his children will have a bright future, in this environment, his biggest wish is to grow up peacefully.
By now.
He had resigned himself to his fate.
If your own qualifications are not good enough, then focus on cultivating the next generation.
There is no guarantee that a foundation-building monk can be cultivated.
He Yunxiu hugged the child, sighed slightly and said, "I don't know how happy your grandfather will be to see you like this!"
"You rest first, and I'll make you spiritual rice porridge."
Chen Ling said.
Then he walked out of the room and came to the kitchen.
There was only enough low-grade spiritual rice left in the rice vat for two days.
This kind of spiritual rice is expensive, with one kilogram costing ten pieces of broken spirit. It is used as an aid in their daily cultivation, and is also their largest monthly expense.
Just wash the rice and pour it into the pot.
"It is detected that the host's qualifications are up to standard, and the Incense Cultivation System is officially launched."
Name: Chen Ling
Incense value: 18
Spiritual roots: four-system mixed spiritual roots (metal, wood, fire, earth, 58/100) (+)
Realm: third level of Qi training
Kung Fu: Qing Yan Jue (Entry: 40/100) (+)
Skill: Basic Weapon Refining Art (Entry: 38/100) (+)
Supernatural powers: none
Life span: 30 days (+)
Weapon Refiner: First Level Low Grade
[Family progress: Successfully gave birth to the first heir and obtained 18 incense points! 】
[Tip: The value of incense can condense longevity, supplement skills, and enhance spiritual roots and realm...!
Heirs, family property, resources, family reputation... can all increase the incense value! 】
Just as he was about to light a fire, he suddenly noticed a virtual panel popping up under the corner of his eye, with lines of golden fonts on it.
Chen Ling was slightly startled and tried to open his eyes wide to make sure that the panel was still there.
"Could it be that this is Goldfinger?"