Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Shaking his head, the man in the blue shirt completely ignored the other party's teasing and hints, and asked the other party about the situation of the city that never sleeps.

Real estate, medical care, food, clothing, culture, transportation, marriage, entertainment, medicine refining, population trading, etc., etc., all kinds of industries are developing quite well.

Jiang Li was surprised to find that in this city, almost all the needs of a monk can be met.

You know, the development of a city, the demand for the population is the top priority. Only enough demand and consumption can promote the development of an industry.

According to the current statistics of the Immortal Cultivation World, on average, every six thousand mortals can have one spiritual root aptitude.

However, due to various reasons, not all children of school age can get the chance to be tested. So about every 10,000 mortals, one monk can be born.

In this way, even the cultivator in the early stage of Qi training who pulls the most hips and pulls the hips is actually a small group of one in a thousand.

According to the total population of the previous life, one ten thousandth of the eight billion people is only a mere 800,000.

All together, this is barely enough for the population configuration of a city.

Jiang Li originally thought that such a group must have a very thin population. The so-called city is nothing more than a large market, combined with a large number of low-level mortals.

But he obviously ignored the vast territory and huge population base of the world.

Jiang Li also did not expect that this city that never sleeps could gather so many monks and develop to such an extent.

Chat for a while. Finding that the cultivator in the blue shirt didn't pay attention to his own instructions, the female cultivator could only give up.

She ran to the small room next to her and held out a token that was still hot.

"Sorry for the long wait, this is your long-term residence permit and entry and exit order."

"This golden token is a symbol of your noble status. In the future, as long as you take out the token, you can enter the city directly."

"You can also fly freely in the outer city, but there are many adults living in the inner city, so please don't fly in the inner city."

The other party said some precautions, but for a Jindan cultivator, in fact, many of the terms are very exaggerated, and there are basically no restrictions.

"I understand."

The man in the blue shirt took a token from the other party, and a long-term residence permit that was somewhat similar to a contract paper. The procedure here is completed.

Flip over the golden token, and on the back is written "The holder of Aoshan lay Buddhist."

This city that never sleeps is said to be registered, but in fact, even the name can be arbitrarily made up. Not to mention the private information such as the origin and cultivation of spiritual root attributes.

They can't force a Jindan cultivator to hand over his secrets.

After leaving the wooden building, Jiang Li did not insist on flying over the outer city as he said before, but walked in all the way.

The outer city of the city that never sleeps is populated by a large number of mortals.

Most of them have a skill, and there are many famous masters who were once in the mortal kingdom.

But when they got here, they only served for the honorable senior monks, the bottom of the society.

Jiang Li also saw quite a few qi cultivators here.

They may come from all directions for the sake of life or for their dreams, but they cannot afford to live in the gorgeous inner city, so they can barely live with mortals in this outer city.

It is said that the city owner of the city that never sleeps was just an ordinary handyman here. Later, in the struggle all the way to rise. Eventually he became the lord of the city.

This story can be said to be very inspirational. It has been passed down to this day, and the history is probably no shorter than that of the Tibetan Sutra Valley, which has inspired countless monks to strive for it all their lives.

Only the last winner, not much.

When passing a street corner, the man in green shirt turned his head and glanced. In that direction, there is an inn.

A large inn on the fringes of the outer city, covering a very large area, it seems that it is even expanding.

His figure paused for a while, then continued to walk towards the inner city.

A few passers-by on the street glanced at the man in the blue shirt without a trace, then lowered their heads and continued to do their own thing.

The arrival of an unfamiliar golden pill cannot fail to arouse vigilance and attention, and some necessary surveillance measures cannot be avoided. The man in the blue shirt obviously noticed this kind of gaze, and he didn't pay much attention to it. It was a kind gesture to Never Sleeping City.

But in the underground where he couldn't see, when the man in the blue shirt paused for a moment just now, a root whisker, which was thin at both ends and thick in the middle, had instantly penetrated into the ground from the soles of his feet.

That whisker is like a fish swimming into the water, swimming freely under the ground, and the speed is not slow at all.

Roots sneaked all the way from the underground in the direction of the inn, and silently reached the underground of the inn.

And on the signboard of the inn, there are three big characters "Manjianghong".

Roots were familiar with the road, and found an underground secret room in the Manjianghong Inn.

The entire body of this secret room is watered with molten steel, making it unbreakable and unbreakable, and a layer of spiritual engravings resisting the escape technique has been drawn on both sides.

Ordinary monks are simply unable to sneak in. Even if they forcefully break the iron wall, the formation will be triggered and known by the master.

But only, in a corner of the underground secret room, the iron wall for pouring was missing such a hole, and it was covered with a floor tile with a color similar to metal.

If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all, but the root of the tree didn't take a detour, just lifted the floor tile and got in.

The roots of the tree with the length of the arm drilled out of the soil, and after twisting twice, it began to expand and deform rapidly. Soon, the Qingshan layman just now appeared in this secret room.

It turned out that the one who walked into the inner city just now was just an empty shell.

It's just that he didn't wear a mask at this time, and the exposed face made people look a little creepy.

It was a stiff face covered with wood texture, or in other words, this face was carved out of wood at all.

If the original nest of scale monsters was brought over, they would definitely be very familiar with this blue-shirted monk, because this is the inversion statue that they have worshiped for a long time.

Jiang Li's second parallel consciousness finally accepted everything from his predecessor a few days ago, and then he was surprised to find that the part of the idol, which was always considered to be the trunk of Jiuyoumu, could actually act independently of the tree body.

Although the distance from Jiuyoumu's body can't be too far, this is still better than always wrapping people around with a few roots.

Jiang Li was participating in the competition and could not leave. Many things are not suitable for him and Jianxiu's identities and cultivation bases.

After thinking about it again and again, he still felt that it was not cost-effective for Jiuyoumu to follow him all the time just as a bodyguard.

In the end, he still intends to let the second clone act alone.

And in order for Jiuyoumu to be able to move easily, he even brought out the burial coffin for him.

The second clone snapped his fingers, and several oil lamps hanging on the wall automatically turned on, illuminating the small secret room.

There are not many things, just five soul bags.

During the time he was away, Manjianghong Inn had harvested more than 50,000 ghosts.

Jiang Li was very satisfied with this.

After converting to Jiuyou Dao Sutra, he needs to use more ghosts in his practice than before!

In addition, ghosts can also be used as fertilizer for Jiuyoumu, rations for ghost lanterns, materials for sacrificing magic weapons, and even the advancement of burial coffins are closely related to ghosts.

Now, he is a big consumer of ghosts. There was no supplement during this time, and the ghosts buried in the coffin had already made ends meet.

He took out the burial coffin and poured five bags full of souls into the coffin, which finally added a lot of fresh blood to the coffin.

With the concentration of spiritual energy in the coffin, which has continued to rise so far, it won't take long for these fifty thousand souls to become a worthy ghost soldier.

I don't know how many souls Yan Hong can bring back from South India, given the population of the capital of South India, it shouldn't be small.

Putting away the soul, the second avatar pushed open the trapdoor above the secret room and walked out.

Here, it's still the basement. But unlike the one below, the air here is hot and noisy, and there are forty or fifty children wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Outer Sect of the Tibetan Scriptures Valley, smelting metal around a huge furnace.

This is one of the businesses of Manjianghong shop.

Yanhong will purchase a large number of ores of different qualities at low prices, and after smelting them, they will be made into metal ingots that meet the specifications and then sold at a fair price.

Generally, larger stores usually choose to directly refine the materials into weapons and magic weapons and sell them, and the profits will obviously be much higher.

But Man Jianghong, who is now in the initial stage, only has ghost market craftsmen whose craftsmanship is barely better than that of ordinary people, and cannot independently refine magic weapons at all.

So I can only settle for the next best thing, and make some hard money by taking some unskilled jobs.

Jiang Li glanced at it. There are a total of forty-six people working in this underground workshop. They are all quite young, ranging from ten to fourteen years old. Half of them have not even been able to practice Qi. .

Yan Hong's actions were quick, and Jiang Li had just said it a few days ago when this man came to him.

These forty-six people are all the disciples of the outer sect who have just entered the Tibetan Sutra Valley this year. They are still young and have a shallow cultivation base. They were originally within the protection period of the sect.

But Man Jianghong's task of paying well and caring for newcomers makes it difficult for them to refuse.

Senior Brother Jiang Li and Senior Brother Yan Hong are really good people!

Their work efficiency is very low, and in fact, they are completely unworthy of their compensation.

But Yan Hong didn't care much, just let them work with peace of mind and don't think too much.

But today, an uninvited guest came to their workshop.

"This guest, have you gone to the wrong place, the dining area is above."

A disciple wiped the sweat on his face and looked at his clone, but the coal ash on his hand made a large black smear on his face.

The customers of Manjianghong Inn are all kinds of monsters and monsters. The image of Jiuyou clone looks like a tree demon, so it is naturally considered to be a guest who has gone the wrong way.

"Zhao Asan, the wood-type spirit root is in the early stage of Qi training, not bad."

The second clone reached out and grabbed a wooden sign on the opponent's chest and looked at it, very satisfied.

These disciples have such simple wooden signs hanging around their necks, which can easily identify and manage their subordinates.

And below the wooden sign, there is an inconspicuous black dot.

That black dot means that they are on a list with a total of 2,121 people.

Jiang Li specially explained that the disciples on the list should be concentrated as much as possible and arranged separately from other ordinary disciples.

So these forty-six people are actually all target objects.

The second avatar reached out and grabbed it, pinching it directly on the opponent's neck, and lifted the innocent looking boy into the air.

"In front of me, you don't have to pretend."

"Oh, I almost forgot, until the pseudo-spiritual root grows to a certain level, it can't affect the host's mind."

Jiuyou's avatar's hand gradually tightened like an iron hoop. And this Zhao Asan was blushing and his eyes suddenly burst out.

After a while, suddenly his greasy black hair began to turn white from the end, his muscles lost elasticity, his skin was dull and wrinkled, and his life was being quickly pulled away by something!

"This guest! This is the Manjianghong Inn, which is the industry of the Tibetan Sutra Valley. We are all outer disciples of the Tibetan Sutra Valley. If we don't stop, we will call someone!"

The movement on Jiang Li's avatar's side was not small, which attracted the attention of many people. Several outer disciples next to him shouted like this, and their bodies quickly ran to the exit.

However, a tossed coffin stood in front of them.

"Don't you know now, I asked you to come here to smelt mines because the sound insulation here is so good that you won't be able to escape."

The dense and flexible roots suddenly protruded from the coffin, entangling the remaining forty-five people and pulling them into the coffin little by little.

The cultivation base of these disciples is almost dispensable, and there is no resistance at all.

puff!

After another moment, Zhao Asan opened his mouth, and he spat out a slightly shriveled seed.

These forty-six people were the more than 2,000 children who were discovered by Jiang Li and others during the mission of South India, and were eventually brought back to the sect.

Relying on them, Jiang Li was appreciated and rewarded by the sect, and with the help of the scripture token, he obtained the Guanyin Heart Sutra which has benefited him so far.

But because of this, Jiang Li planted 2,121 time bombs on his sect.

Jiang Li has always been concerned about this matter, but because he couldn't tell the reason directly with the sect, and because he was afraid of revenge by the parasitic cultivator who might be hiding in the dark, he never did it.

However, there is a cause and effect in the dark.

Without the merits of these two thousand pseudo-spiritual disciples, he would not have obtained the sutra token, and without that sutra token, he might not have obtained the Guanyin Heart Sutra.

And it is precisely because of the second avatar of the Guanyin Heart Sutra that he successfully mastered the Jiuyou branch, which can then be used to solve these unstable factors.

Sure enough, you have to tie the bell to untie the bell.

The cause that you sow has to be dealt with by yourself.

Although this kind of good cause and effect, the more the better.

Jiang Li controlled Linggen's clone and threw the seed into the coffin.

In the coffin, the tree body of the Jiuyoumu branch at this time looked a little shriveled.

Part of the statue left the body and became a layman of Qingshan in the Jindan period. On the trunk part of the main body, there is only a layer of bark left as a support, which looks a bit miserable.

But even so, it's no problem to deal with a few such newbies.

One after another, the seeds of spiritual roots were squeezed out of their bodies.

It is quite troublesome to generate a new spiritual root seed. Not only specific resources are required, but also time to accumulate slowly.

Back then, the scale demon that sent the seed was captured by the convoy, and the scale demon tribe could attack the convoy with great fanfare for a seed.

When he takes all the more than 2,000 spirit root seeds in the sect as his own, will the spirit root ramet be mad with distress?