Chapter 12: The ten days of the ancient times take turns!
Shang Ting became more and more interested.

I began to test every aspect of my new destiny without stopping.

First of all, things in this room can be taken out.

It can also accommodate living creatures and objects from the outside world.

From wine glasses and soil to living things like yourself and big trees, everything can be contained in it and then released.

There is no time limit.

But frequent manipulation would consume mental energy, making Shang Ting dizzy.

By comparing the hourglass, it can be found that there is no difference in the flow of time between the natal space and the outside world.

Shangting seemed to have some feeling:
“Maybe this is the first [Innate Talent] I awaken.”

“Just call it, [Enter Space].”

However, just as Shang Ting was excitedly exploring this mysterious space until night.

He suddenly realized that although the clouds and fog were dark and thick, he could not see anything.

But the clouds above suddenly dissipated!
The starlight poured down, revealing the entire sky.

“Huh!? How could this be?”

Shang Ting felt a little strange, and when he looked up, he saw the sky was red!
All I saw was the scarlet sky, as if it was swallowed by endless flames.

It turned into a breathtaking red color.

The red color of this bell is not the red sun or red clouds that ordinary people often see.

Instead, the entire background color of the sky is as red as blood!

It was as if a god had ignited a raging fire in the sky, turning the entire sky into a raging sea of ​​fire.

The sky was filled with red light, as if endless magma was flowing across the sky.

The light from the sky was pouring down, and the rays seemed to become scorching hot.

The crimson color was so rich that it seemed to be dripping down, and it was as if the blood of an ancient demon god had soaked the entire sky, emitting a chilling and shocking aura.

“There is no sun and no clouds, and the sky is blood red. Why is this?”

Shang Ting was deeply shocked.

Even after six hundred years of experience and witnessing countless grand scenes, he had never seen such a magnificent sight.

Shang Ting couldn’t help but feel strange, he touched his chin and tried to guess:
“Could it be that the sky in this world is red, and that it only becomes visible at night?”

But an hour later, this speculation was overturned.

Because the sky suddenly changed from red to orange!
Shang Ting lay down on the ground, observing the sky motionlessly.

A day and a night passed.

I saw the orange sky, which then turned into yellow sky, green sky, blue sky, blue sky, purple sky, black sky, daytime sky, and dark sky.

Every sky is extremely shocking.

Finally, he turned back into Chi Tian!

Until the clouds gathered again and covered the sky.

“Ten-color sky, this place is definitely not ordinary!”

Shang Ting stood up slowly, his eyes full of surprise and a determined expression.

The sky is actually ten colors, changing in turn with the sun rising and the moon setting.

So extraordinary!

Shang Ting was shocked by this wonderful sight. Did he come to some ancient mythical place?

“However, the only drawback is that the spiritual energy here is very thin!”

Shang Ting frowned.

He had tried to practice while observing the sky just now, but the spiritual energy was extremely scarce.

It’s like a barren spiritual place in the mortal world.

But even so, Shang Ting was still very satisfied with the mysterious space he awakened.

Although in the short term, it is not as good as the immortal product [Dachun] of his previous life.

But this natal space is obviously extremely mysterious.

Just this unprecedented ten-color sky, alternating in turn.

It is enough to reveal the tip of the iceberg of its extraordinaryness!
“If it can be fully developed, its future achievements may not be inferior to those of Dachun!”

Shang Ting laughed out loud towards the sky.

I am just lacking in spiritual energy, what’s so difficult about it?
It is to introduce spiritual veins from the outside world.

It was just a wasteland waiting for Shang Ting to develop. Shang Ting looked at the six acres of wasteland under his feet and made plans in his mind:

“What we need to do now is to remove the grass and cultivate the soil to nurture the ecology.”

“We’ll start by planting small grasses, then gradually cover the entire lawn and improve the ecological environment.”

Shang Ting made a plan and did not stay any longer.

After exiting his natal space, Shang Ting returned to his bedroom.

Looking out the window, it was already daytime. He had stayed in his natal space for a whole day and night.

However, he was in a state of cultivation, so the maids naturally did not dare to disturb him, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Shang Ting took Hu You’s storage bag from his waist and used it directly.

There are no restrictions on such low-level items.

Unless it is a precious storage ring that can recognize its owner by dripping blood, that would be quite troublesome.

“Twenty-two and a half low-grade spirit stones, plus several blood spells including [Blood Burning Spell] and [Blood Absolute], are all Hu You has.”

Shang Ting couldn’t help but sigh slightly.

Hu You is at the fourth level of Qi training and is known as the best among the younger generation of the Hu family.

He is also engaged in robbery and cultivation, and has extensive combat experience.

He has a good reputation, but ends up being short of money.

The booth corrects the mentality:
“But it’s normal. I have too high standards.”

Because of the energy consumption during cultivation.

Generally speaking, for a cultivator in the early stage of Qi training, it is already good enough to have a few spirit stones accumulated.

In the middle stage of Qi training, it is usually around ten to twenty yuan.

From the perspective of an ordinary cultivator, Hu You is already pretty good.

But for a real person like himself who had formed a pill in his previous life and could easily settle accounts with thousands or even tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, he naturally looked down on him.

“There is no need to accumulate spirit stones, you can use them for cultivation.”

Shang Ting raised his eyebrows slightly.

The house is low and it is difficult to move around. Even if a great man were to rebuild it, it would be extremely difficult to get started in the initial stage of Qi training.

Due to the limitation of his cultivation level, it is difficult for him to use many methods.

We must proceed steadily and cautiously.

“There is a need to manage this natal space.”

“To purchase small spiritual grass and other spiritual plant species, you also need to exchange them for contribution points.”

“Practice is of utmost importance, and the spiritual stones cannot be cut off. For this reason, I must start to develop a side business.”

Shang Ting thought about his current situation.

Economic foundation is extremely important even in the world of immortal cultivation.

Among wealth, friends, method and place, wealth is listed first, which is evident from this.

Shang Ting recalled his past life memories and looked for ways to make a living.

Among the hundreds of arts of cultivation, alchemy, weapon refining, formation, talismans, spiritual plants, and divination are all ways to make money.

For Shang Ting, the best way is naturally to make elixirs.

In his previous life, he was a third-level alchemist, and he was adept at refining the third-level elixir needed by Jindan cultivators.

A mere Qi training stage elixir would not be difficult for me to obtain.

“There is no need to rush to show off your talent. Just slowly show your talent in alchemy.”

Shang Ting quickly planned a long-term plan.

Without delaying his cultivation and management of his natal space, he began to refine some low-level first-level pills.

For example, Ningqi Pills and Huosui Pills are of good quality, inexpensive, practical and widely used, so there is no need to worry about sales.

It is a good choice to use it yourself or sell it to your family.

“Bang bang.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The maid Chunyue hurried in and told Shang Ting an unexpected piece of news as soon as she entered the room:
“My lady! Great news! Monk Zhang’s spouse, Miss Yuru, is pregnant!”

It’s only been a short time since we got married, and Shang Yuru is already pregnant.
Shang Ting weighed the storage bag in his hand and couldn’t help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

If other wives who marry into business families do the same, they will probably have to pay for gifts at wedding banquets.

(End of this chapter)