Chapter 3 Frost Armor
After Zhang Hong left, Lu Xuan didn't waste any time. He took all his belongings and prepared to go out to find a solution to the black budworm larvae.
Before leaving, he took out a small stone the size of a fingernail and came to the grass puppet.
The small stone is pure white with faint spiritual power fluctuations. It is just a small piece of broken spirit, split from a low-grade spiritual stone. It is widely used among low-level qi-training monks like Lu Xuan.
"When you're done eating and drinking, please look after the house for me!"
He stuffed this small piece of broken spirit into the gray grass tumor on the grass puppet's head and gave serious instructions.
With the spiritual power supplemented by Broken Spirit, the Grass Puppet's whole body exuded an extremely weak spiritual light, as if it was more energetic.
Although he was not at ease with this unresponsive housekeeping puppet, Lu Xuan had no other choice but to hope that the spiritual plants in the yard would be safe while he was out.
After going out, Lu Xuan walked quickly on the bluestone road.
The courtyard where he lives is located in the North District of Linyangfang City. Most of them are low-level qi-training monks like him, with the dream of being able to break through themselves and change their destiny, and they are densely packed in the small area.
As for the center of Fang, it is the place reserved for those big families and powerful forces. Lu Xuan rarely goes there on weekdays.
He hadn't been out for a while, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at everything in front of him, familiar yet unfamiliar.
A dark yellow paper bird about half a foot long carried a monk slowly from low altitude. There were burrs of different lengths on the bird's body, which showed that it had been used for a long time.
Immediately afterwards, a multi-legged machine beast passed over Lu Xuan's head, and twenty or thirty monks could be seen sitting on it.
The multi-legged machine beast is a common means of transportation in Fang City. It only takes dozens of broken souls to reach the center of Fang City in a short time.
There is no forbidden air formation outside Fang City. There are many spiritual beasts and flying magic weapons like this. Occasionally, there will be a sword light passing rapidly higher in the sky.
The sword light was formed by monks controlling flying swords, which meant that they were at least high-level qi-training monks, which was an existence that was out of reach for him at present.
Lu Xuan couldn't help but show a hint of envy. Riding the sword Qing Ming and traveling across the world was a distant dream for him in both his previous life and this life.
He calmed down and quickened his pace. After a while, he arrived at a gathering place for monks in the North District.
There are many shops and stalls in the gathering place. Although it is not as good as the central area at all levels, it is more than enough for a low-level Qi training monk like him.
Lu Xuan shuttled through the crowd and soon found a middle-aged monk in a corner.
The middle-aged monk is also at the second level of qi training. He is thin and has little flesh on his face, which makes his cheekbones bulge high.
A pair of mustaches were curled up on his upper lip, and his eyes were rolling around as he quickly glanced over to the monk.
Lu Xuan knew that his surname was Huang and that he lived not far from his yard. He had been hanging out in the gathering place for a long time and knew all kinds of gossip about the North District.
But if you want to ask him something, you need to pay a certain amount of money.
Sensing Lu Xuan's gaze, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang raised the mustache on his lips slightly, squeezed out a smile, and faced Lu Xuan.
"Fellow Taoist Lu, I haven't seen you for a long time. How can I help you?"
Lu Xuan smiled back.
"There is indeed something I need to ask Senior Brother Huang for advice."
"I heard that senior brother has a wide network of contacts and is familiar with monks at various stages of cultivation in the North District. Can you introduce a few to me?"
"There are several requirements. Firstly, you must be a monk at the fourth level of Qi training. Secondly, you must be proficient in spells with strong lethality and fine control, or similar magic weapons."
"Finally, it is limited to the North District and can be found immediately."
Lu Xuan said to the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang, and at the same time handed over a handful of broken spirits.
He did not expect to find a monk with a higher level of cultivation. Although the black budworm larvae might be eliminated faster, the reward for hiring a fifth-level Qi practitioner was more than double that of a fourth-level Qi practitioner.
In addition, the fireflies have been severely eroded. If they cannot be resolved in time, they will not only lose one or more fireflies, but also the white light groups with unknown rewards when the fireflies mature.
That's why Lu Xuan, who was always frugal, reluctantly sacrificed so many broken souls and asked the monks at the fourth level of Qi training to find them immediately, all in order to eliminate the black budworm larvae as soon as possible.
The middle-aged monk took the broken spirit handed over by Lu Xuan, with a clearly eager and natural smile on his face.
"There are quite a few monks in the North District who are on the fourth level of qi training, but there are only a few who can meet the other conditions of you, fellow Taoist Lu."
"As far as I know, there are three nearby."
"The first is Fairy Lingyun. Her cultivation level is quite advanced. She has a set of Hongyun Acupuncture Artifacts. She can use them superbly and meet the two requirements of high lethality and fine control."
"In addition, there is fellow Taoist Qin Ming. He is very knowledgeable in ice spells. The damage may be slightly insufficient, but his control is second to none."
"Finally, there is Fellow Daoist Li Xu, who is obsessed with swordsmanship and has the ability to turn sword energy into silk, which also meets the requirements of Fellow Daoist Lu Xiao."
He told Lu Xuan the addresses of the three fourth-level qi-training monks. After seeing him nod to remember, he said with a smile:
"How about I accompany you, fellow Taoist Lu, and take you to visit these three comrades?"
"Senior Brother Huang's kindness is appreciated by Mr. Lu, so he won't bother Senior Brother anymore."
Lu Xuan knew in his heart that it was a different price, so he clasped his fists in thanks and turned to leave.
He is not worried that the middle-aged monk will deceive him. After all, this is his livelihood, and it is impossible for him to ruin his own job.
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yard.
On the back of the firefly that was eroded by black thin lines, a thin layer of frost spread rapidly with a bone-chilling chill.
The black budworm larvae sense the freezing cold approaching quickly, and the thin threads are twisting and trying to break free from the leaves.
But the speed of breaking away could not keep up with the speed of the frost spreading, and the black thin lines were frozen with thin layers of frost.
The snow-like frost instantly solidified and became hard. With a snap, a shallow layer of ice fragments shattered and fell together with the black budworm larvae.
A white and tender palm stretched out and caught all the broken ice pieces.
"Wow, Senior Brother Qin really lives up to his name. He is very good at using the Frost Armor Technique. I admire him."
Lu Xuan looked at the firefly leaves that were intact under the frost and exclaimed half-seriously.
The owner of the white and tender palm was a fat monk who stuffed the broken ice into his arms with a smile.
"Fortunately, I lived up to my mission. While dealing with the black budworm larvae, I did not freeze the leaves of the spiritual plant."
"I observed the nearby firefly grass for you, fellow Taoist, and found no traces of black budworm larvae. Fellow Taoist, you can spend the next period of time with peace of mind."
"It's just that I took a look around the yard. Friend Lu, the protective power of your small spiritual field is a bit weak, so it may be affected by similar incidents in the future."
The fat white monk reminded Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan waved his hand.
"We'll talk about the future later. The reward this time is..."
"Six spirit stones and fifty broken spirits, as agreed before."
One Spirit Firefly Grass is worth far less than six Spirit Stones. The reason why the reward is so high is mainly to solve the insect pest problem in the Spirit Field, and also because Qin Ming is an intermediate Qi practitioner.
The fat white monk showed a harmless smile on his face.
Lu Xuan took out fifty broken spirits, counted them twice, and then took out six spiritual stones one by one from his waist. He turned his head and handed them to the fat white monk.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu."
The fat white monk Qin Ming took the spirit stone and left the courtyard.
Lu Xuan felt the spirit stone getting farther and farther away from him, his heart ached so much that he couldn't help but secretly spit.
"Profiteer!"