Alaric Ye adjusted his mindset and began to think about how to make the best use of the Spirit Stones he had.

It was impossible to cultivate all five hundred Five Elements spirit herbs; he couldn't come up with thousands of Spirit Stones even if his life depended on it.

Alaric said, "Little White, Little Strong, dig up all the herb seedlings. Leave only ten of each type, a total of fifty."

"Understood, Master!" Little White and Little Strong replied in unison.

Little Strong, with his huge pincers, started digging holes, looking somewhat like a dung beetle burrowing. He tried his best not to touch the tender seedlings.

Little White used her mana to lift the seedlings one by one, placing them into five piles.

In this space, the seedlings wouldn't dehydrate and die. If Alaric needed them later, he could replant them, and they would continue to grow.

Alaric dug them up to prevent them from absorbing the Spiritual Qi in the space.

After more than an hour, Little White and Little Strong finished their work.

With a thought, Alaric threw his remaining thirty Spirit Stones into the space. In the blink of an eye, the stones turned into a surge of Spiritual Qi that dispersed.

The spirit herbs, which had stopped growing, began to thrive again. Tender green leaves unfurled, and the stems grew thicker.

Gradually, the metal-attribute spirit herb, Sword Grass, took on a golden hue. Its slender leaves developed sharp edges, resembling pale golden swords.

The wood-attribute spirit herb, Wood Radish Grass, increasingly looked like a large radish. In fact, it was a type of radish.

The water-attribute spirit herb, Frost Grass, had semi-transparent leaves that emitted a cold aura.

The fire-attribute spirit herb, Red Glow Grass, had leaves like the evening glow, radiating waves of heat.

The earth-attribute spirit herb, Sweet Potato Vine, had sturdy vines that stretched over ten meters...

But that was as far as they grew. The Spiritual Qi in the air was exhausted again, and Alaric's thirty Spirit Stones were all used up.

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In truth, these spirit herbs were far from reaching a hundred-year quality. They might not even sell in the market, as the age of the herbs directly affects the success rate of alchemy. Using low-quality herbs could cause the cauldron to explode.

However, these spirit herbs were treasures to Alaric.

Alaric said, "Little White, Little Strong, from now on, consume one herb of different attributes every four days to strengthen yourselves. During this time, I'll find a way to make money..."

Once Alaric became a miscellaneous disciple at Spirit Beast Peak, Little White and Little Strong would be his main support. He didn't want to see them get hurt or killed in battle.

Though they called him "Master," to Alaric, without Little White and Little Strong, he wouldn't be where he was now. They were his closest friends and partners.

Alaric's ambition was to cultivate them into immortal spirit insects, achieving immortality together, living forever.

"Wow... then I won't hold back!"

As soon as Alaric finished speaking, Little Strong quickly devoured a Sword Grass. His black shell began to shine with a faint golden light, becoming tougher and sharper.

Little White was more elegant. She opened her mouth, and strands of Geng Metal Qi floated from the Sword Grass into her mouth.

After swallowing, her scales shimmered.

This is why spirit plants and herbs in the wild are often guarded by beasts. The beasts wait for the plants to reach a certain age before consuming them to increase their strength.

After Little White absorbed the Geng Metal Qi from the Sword Grass, it quickly withered into a clump of yellow soil.

Thus, out of the five Sword Grasses Alaric had just cultivated, only three remained. But Little White and Little Strong wouldn't eat another Sword Grass for twenty days. Alaric needed to find a way to make money and cultivate new Sword Grasses within that time.

With nothing else for them to do, Alaric had Little White and Little Strong enter a state of deep sleep to comprehend more secret techniques. Meanwhile, he took out the Five Elements Primordial Art. After his consciousness entered the jade slip, Alaric read the heart technique's incantations.

"When the world first opened, the five elements were born: one is water, two is fire, three is wood, four is metal, five is earth..."

Alaric recited, shaking his head like a child in a private school. At the same time, mana flowed through his brain, making his mind incredibly agile and his memory astonishing. He quickly memorized the heart technique incantations of the Five Elements Primordial Art.

Then he took out the jade slip of the Five Elements Vajra Technique and familiarized himself with the meridian circulation method.

Soon after, the two jade slips shattered one after another, and the information within could no longer be read.

This was Top Xuan Sect's method to prevent their techniques from leaking.

Moreover, Alaric couldn't privately teach the sect's techniques to others, or he would face severe punishment for breaking the sect rules.

Alaric didn't rush to practice the heart technique. Instead, he took out a sharp leaf of Sword Grass, enveloping it with mana. Soon, strands of Geng Metal Qi merged into his palm. Alaric's face changed, and his body trembled slightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

"This is too painful!"

The cultivation process of the Five Elements Vajra Technique was indeed well-deserved, even exceeding Alaric's expectations.

He felt the Geng Metal Qi tearing through every inch of his flesh and skin, then regenerating. The regenerated flesh became tougher, and his skin took on a faint golden hue, similar to Little Strong after consuming Sword Grass.

After the Geng Metal Qi circulated through Alaric's body for a small cycle, he was drenched in sweat, a puddle forming on the ground from the pain.

Alaric's face was slightly pale.

His brain told him to immediately abandon this extremely painful cultivation method, but deep inside, a voice urged him to persist!

To become an immortal, to grow stronger, to avoid being oppressed by anyone, he had to be ruthless, he had to endure hardship!

"Just a drizzle, just sprinkling water!"

Alaric gritted his teeth, drawing another strand of Geng Metal Qi from the Sword Grass leaf into his palm...

"Ah..." Alaric let out a low, painful groan, but his cultivation didn't stop; it became increasingly proficient.

By the next morning, Alaric had absorbed the leaves of three Sword Grasses. Now, whenever he circulated his technique, his skin would emit a faint golden glow. A Black Iron sword would only leave a shallow scratch on his skin. Before, such a sharp Black Iron sword could easily cut through the skin of a first-level Qi Refining cultivator like him.

Alaric was quite satisfied, feeling that the excruciating pain from the previous night was worth it.

"This is just the beginning. One day, I will reach a level where water and fire can't harm me, and flying swords and spells can't injure me!"

Alaric's thoughts were clear. His main task on the battlefield was to stay alive, leaving the fighting to the spirit insects.