The sun slowly set in the evening.
Zhu Rong put on his clothes and slowly walked to the front yard.
At the same time, the system notification sounded in his mind again.
"Because the area of your body that is in contact with the Vastsun Essence has decreased, your Bright Divine Martial Arts Scripture is very unhappy, and the effect of your cultivation has decreased by 100%!”
"Your Wood Burning Saber Technique has been affected by the Ming Divine Martial Arts Scripture. Your mood is low, and the effect of your cultivation has been reduced by 20%!”
Zhu Xi was speechless.
Are you unhappy after putting on your clothes?
Zhu Xi was speechless.
It was clearly a Saint Level Superior Divine Skill.
Why did it feel like this scene was a little improper?
There was also the Wood Burning Saber Technique.
You only have one saber technique. Why don't you cultivate properly and come out to cause trouble?
However, before he could think of a way to comfort his Ming Shen Martial Arts Scripture, he heard the system's notification sound again.
"When the sun sets, the amount of Vastsun essence absorbed by your Ming Divine Martial Arts Scripture will decrease. You will start to feel depressed, and the effect of your cultivation will be reduced by 10%!”
"When the sun sets, the amount of Vastsun essence absorbed by your Ming Divine Martial Arts Scripture will decrease. The effect of your cultivation will decrease by 10%!”
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Upon hearing the system notification, Zhu Rong looked at the sun that was slowly setting. He had no other choice.
If the cultivation effect was weakened, so be it.
He couldn't just fish the sun out and put it back on his head.
If he really had that ability, he wouldn't need to practice the Ming Divine Martial Arts.
Fortunately, it was only the effect of his cultivation that was weakened, not his cultivation realm regressing.
Otherwise, he would really cry.
"Wangye, dinner is ready!”
Zhu Rong walked out of the backyard and saw Butler Wang Gui running over. He bowed and reported.
"Yes, I know!"
After sunbathing for the entire afternoon, Zhu Xiong was really a little hungry.
Therefore, he nodded and followed Wang Gui to the back hall.
At this moment, the back hall was already filled with a large table of food. There were a total of 20 to 30 plates.
Each plate was exquisite to the extreme, and they were filled with weight.
If this was Zhu Rong's previous life, this table of food would have been enough to fill the stomachs of a dozen people.
However, the memories of his original body told him that…
The food on the table in front of him was all he could eat.
He had no choice!
Poor literature, rich martial arts!
Martial artists didn't have any other abilities, but they could definitely eat.
After all, the first realm of martial arts was the Qi Refinement realm, which meant that refining into Qi.
Where did this essence come from?
He could only get it from his daily diet.
Therefore, if he wanted to practice martial arts, he had to eat well.
Otherwise, his body would probably collapse before he could cultivate anything.
Moreover, the higher the level of the cultivation technique, the more essence energy was needed, and the more food was needed.
This was especially true for a martial artist like Zhu Rong who cultivated a saint-tier cultivation technique.
Before he could open up the world outside the human body, the true qi in his body could only be replenished through refining into qi.
It was a daily supplement.
As a result, martial artists who cultivated heaven-grade and saint-grade cultivation techniques required extremely high cultivation resources. It was not something that ordinary small factions could afford at all.
Therefore, it was not that easy to cultivate divine techniques.
Not to mention the various professional terms and code words in the secret manuals of divine techniques, the cultivation consumption was not something that ordinary martial artists could bear.
If he really wanted to forcefully refine it.
It was fine if he didn't get anything out of it.
If he really managed to achieve anything, he would probably have to use his body to overdraw himself. He would regret it in the future.
In fact, let alone ordinary small forces 'martial artists, even Zhu Rong, the prince of Ming Dynasty, had to worry about martial arts resources.
He had no choice.
Take the table of food in front of him as an example.
Although there were 20 to 30 plates, they were all filled with big fish and meat.
However, this was something that could not be helped.
If it was possible, the original body would also like to make a few medicinal dishes to make do and increase the speed of cultivation.
The key was that he had no money in his pocket!
A low-grade medicinal cuisine cost at least a few dozen taels of silver.
If he really wanted to eat a few dishes, he would eat as much as he wanted.
That meal would cost at least 1,800 taels of silver.
On the other hand, there were 23 plates of hard dishes on the table in front of him. There seemed to be a large number of them and they were all cooked skillfully.
However, the cost was only 30 to 50 taels, which was not even comparable to a low-grade medicinal cuisine.
In terms of martial arts resources, they were completely incomparable to those core disciples of the real big forces.
Tell me, isn't he, the king of the Great Ming Dynasty, miserable?
Of course, this did not mean that Old Zhu was stingy and was unwilling to give him money and martial arts resources.
It was because the entire Ming Dynasty had no money!
This was exactly what the netizens had said in his previous life.
There was no dynasty poorer than the Ming Dynasty.
The Yuan Court had wreaked havoc for nearly a hundred years and plundered all the wealth in the Central Plains.
However, the Yuan Court had attacked before the Ming army attacked Dadu.
Emperor Yuan Shun and the rest fled to the grasslands with the hundred years of wealth that Yuan Ting had plundered in the Central Plains.
As a result, the Ming Dynasty was poor from the beginning to the end and had never been rich.
It had only been four years since Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne.
There were many things to do in the Ming Dynasty, and everywhere was a place where money was needed.
The national treasury was so empty that rats could run away.
Even the palace was on a diet.
How rich could Zhu Rong, a prince of Great Ming who had just come of age, be?
Zhu Xiong sighed with emotion at how difficult it was for the Darming Dynasty.
On the other hand, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up the piece of red meat closest to him.
And then!
He was stunned!
The system notification sounded in his mind again.
"Because the food you ate contained abundant Yang energy, your Bright Divine Martial Arts Scripture became extremely excited and began to circulate at a high speed. The cultivation effect increased by 500% and your progress increased by 1%!”
" Cultivation progress increased by 1%!"
" Cultivation progress increased by 1%!"
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