Chapter 1
Yuheng Realm, Dishen Sect.
Han Yuan, who had just completed his mission as an outer disciple, dragged his tired body back to the mountain courtyard in a remote corner of Gumu Peak.
The courtyard was not big, and a small dog ran over happily, wagging its tail, and circled around Han Yuan's feet.
Han Yuan patted its head and smiled:"Wangcai, how do you think the spiritual field is?"
""Woof! Woof!"
The puppy raised its head and ran to the two-acre spiritual field in front of the yard. It put its paw on a small mouse-like animal and kept wagging its tail.
Han Yuan rarely smiled. Wangcai had a trace of the blood of the spiritual beast Flame Dog and had good spirituality. Although it was difficult for him to grow into a spiritual beast of the first level of Qi Refining, he was a good helper for guarding the house. He spent a whole spiritual stone to get it from the outer peak of the Spiritual Beast Peak.
""Wangcai, look carefully, don't blink!"
Han Yuan shouted at Wangcai.
A trace of joy flashed across Wangcai's fiery red eyes, and he jumped to the side of the spiritual field and waited expectantly.
Han Yuan stood by the spiritual field, brewing his emotions, then pinched his fingers, coordinated with the runes that had long been condensed in his dantian, and whispered:"Spiritual Rain Technique!"
In the dantian, only one-fifth of the spiritual power left was vented out, stimulating the spiritual rain technique runes in the dantian, and then above the spiritual field, countless water vapors carried a trace of spiritual energy, forming a water cloud covering the two acres of spiritual field.
""Fall!"
On the spiritual field, a wisp of rain fell, mixed with spiritual energy and merged into the rice in the field, nourishing every yellow-grade lower-grade spiritual rice, the Blood Spirit Rice.
Wangcai, who was standing on the edge, was circling the edge of the spiritual field, happily chasing the excess spiritual rain and absorbing the insignificant spiritual energy. The
Blood Spirit Rice in the spiritual field has already hung rice ears, and the time for harvest is not far away.
Han Yuan's face was slightly pale, which was a sign of exhaustion of spiritual power. After completing the task, most of the spiritual power was consumed, but he had no choice. The Blood Spirit Rice had to use the Spirit Rain Technique once in the morning and evening, and the evening one must be completed before sunset, otherwise the harvest of the Blood Spirit Rice would be bad.
"The harvest will come in two days. By then, two mu of spiritual fields can produce one thousand kilograms of blood spiritual rice. After deducting the 70% that has to be handed in, there will be about three hundred kilograms left, which can be exchanged for 150 low-grade spiritual stones!"
Han Yuan was already very satisfied. 150 low-grade spiritual stones were already equivalent to his harvest from one and a half years of outer sect missions. This was a huge sum of money.
He seemed to be able to buy a bottle of Gathering Spirit Pills.
He had been a disciple for two years and was still at the second level of Qi training. The money he had saved before was invested in the purchase of the Spirit Rain Technique. In addition, he also spent a lot of money to buy a simple shielding formation to cover up the spiritual fluctuations of the spiritual fields and the smell of spiritual rice to prevent large wild animals from following the smell. Therefore, he had no money to buy pills.
As for the distribution of pills by the sect? That was the treatment of formal inner sect disciples. Only elites above the seventh level of Qi training could enjoy it.
"Wangcai, keep looking after Lingtian, I’m going to practice!"
""Woof! Woof!" Wangcai agreed very straightforwardly.
Han Yuan turned back to the small courtyard, sat down cross-legged, absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and circulated the Qi around him. He was reluctant to use even the spiritual stones, and spent all the accumulated spiritual stones on the blade.
This is also the old tradition of thrift and frugality of the flower-growing family.
That's right.
Han Yuan is a serious time traveler. At first, he was very excited and looked for the golden finger on his body, the system father, the old grandfather, etc., but he found nothing at all.
Then he thought he was a genius in cultivating immortals, and he would kill gods and Buddhas if they stood in his way. But when the spiritual roots were tested, he found that his qualifications were average, only middle-grade five-element spiritual roots, the lowest middle-grade spiritual roots. Although the spiritual roots were better than most of the lower-grade spiritual roots, they were not much better.
Fortunately, middle-grade spiritual roots still have advantages, and he directly became a member of the Earth God Sect. An outer disciple, rather than a worse menial disciple.
After entering the sect and understanding the situation in the world of immortal cultivation, he made a reasonable plan. He did not consume all the spirit stones he got, but accumulated them slowly. He first spent 100 spirit stones to exchange for the Spirit Rain Technique, practiced hard, and then used 50 spirit stones to buy a shielding formation and began to grow blood spirit rice!
Maybe it was the farming gene of the flower-growing family that took effect. He actually grew blood spirit rice in the first year, which shocked many people.
But it also attracted prying eyes.
Thinking of this, Han Yuan frowned slightly:"It is still safe in the sect. They can't risk violating the sect's laws and rob my blood spirit rice and spirit stones, but we can't help but guard against them, and there is a high probability that they will come to exclude me or force me to take sides.……"
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. There are many factions among the outer disciples, and the relationships are complicated. Many of the people who came in with Han Yuan have already formed or joined some small groups.
Most of these people have no habit of accumulating spirit stones. They use them as soon as they get them. They have already reached most of the second level of Qi training. Some of the best have broken through the third level of Qi training and are not far from the fourth level.
But because of this, they are very short of spirit stones. They cannot reach the fourth level of Qi training, and many high-yield tasks cannot be completed. They often fall into spirit stone anxiety. Once they hear that Han Yuan's spirit field has a big harvest, they will definitely focus on Han Yuan who planted blood spirit rice.
"After I harvest the blood spirit rice, I will have spirit stones and elixirs for cultivation, and I will soon catch up with the progress I have fallen behind!"
Han Yuan is very confident. Cultivation talent is indeed important, but in the world of cultivating immortals, cultivation resources are equally important. Having spirit stones and elixirs for cultivation are two completely different things. The ordinary days in Gumu Peak continued as usual.
Fourteen days later, Han Yuan asked for a leave in advance and came to the spiritual field early in the morning. Looking at the blood-red color in the spiritual field and smelling the rich rice fragrance between his nostrils, a smile from the heart appeared on his face.
He did not rush to harvest, but waited. When the orange-red sun rose, a creaking sound came from far away.
Han Yuan looked immediately.
I saw a young man driving a wind-chasing horse grain cart slowly approaching.
Han Yuan hurried forward and saluted,"Han Yuan meets senior brother. May I know your name, senior brother?"
"Haha, junior brother, there is no need to be polite. My name is Di Qing. Wow, junior brother Han is really courageous. This is the first time I see an outer disciple who starts to grow blood spirit rice two years after joining the sect."
The young man took a look at the blood-red spirit rice on the spiritual field not far away, and said half politely and half with a sigh.
Han Yuan smiled bitterly and said,"Junior brother, I know that I am dull, and I have no choice but to study this hard work of planting, hoping to have a little guarantee in the future."
Di Qing touched his chin, sensed Han Yuan's cultivation, looked at Han Yuan's attire, and nodded thoughtfully.
He coughed and said,"Let's get down to business. The sect will charge 70% of the blood spirit rice, you know?"
"Junior brother knows!" Han Yuan nodded immediately.
"Well, in addition, will you exchange your 30% directly to the sect or use it for yourself? If you exchange it to the sect, the sect will buy it back at the price of two kilograms per spirit stone. This price is absolutely fair. If you exchange it elsewhere, it is estimated that the price will be lower than this."
Han Yuan had already made up his mind and nodded,"I am willing to sell it to the sect!"
"Well, I'll start collecting!"
Di Qing came to the edge of the spiritual field and took out a green sword.
Han Yuan stared at it without blinking.
Di Qing held the sword in his hand and shouted softly:"Light and Spiritual Sword Technique!" The green sword immediately glowed with spiritual light.
In Han Yuan's amazed eyes, a sword light stretched out from the green sword for three feet, and then Di Qing stepped into the spiritual field and chopped it from beginning to end. The rice ears fell down one by one, with a clean technique, agile movements, and fast speed. In just a short moment, Di Qing harvested the two acres of spiritual field.
Then Di Qing performed a"controlling object technique" again, and all the rice ears fell into the grain cart, and soon the grain cart was filled with more than half.
This efficiency is too fast.
Di Qing returned to Han Yuan again, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath. He glanced at the grain cart, and then said:"A total of 1,080 kilograms, 30% is 324 kilograms, a total value of 162 spirit stones, is it okay?"
"No problem!" Han Yuan said affirmatively
""Hmm!"
Di Qing wiped the bag on his waist, and a small pile of spirit stones appeared in front of Han Yuan.
""It's one hundred and sixty-two dollars in total, please confirm it!" Di Qing said.
Han Yuan scanned it with his spiritual sense and confirmed,"No problem!"
Di Qing smiled lightly, then jumped into the car and said,"In that case, I'll take my leave!"
Han Yuan was startled and hurriedly said,"Brother, why don't you come into the house and have some tea"
"No need, I need to complete the sect mission as soon as possible."
Di Qing shook the reins, and the Wind Chaser Horse naturally began to turn.
"Junior fellow sends senior fellow off!"
"Well, Junior Brother Han, see you again if we are lucky!"Di Qing chuckled and drove the grain cart away quickly. Han
Yuan frowned slightly, feeling that Di Qing had something else to say, but his heart was filled with spirit stones and he could not care about anything else.
He carefully took out a palm-sized storage bag and put away all the spirit stones. He bought this storage bag at a cost of 10 spirit stones. The capacity inside was very small, only about half a cubic meter, but it was more than enough to put down the spirit stones.
"It's time to buy pills!"
Han Yuan was excited and hurried to the exchange house.
Soon after, he brought back a bottle of Gathering Spirit Pills. One Gathering Spirit Pill cost 10 low-grade spirit stones, and a bottle of twelve pills only cost 108 low-grade spirit stones!
Speaking of which, small groups also have advantages. If you buy in groups like this, it will be cheaper.
Back in the courtyard, Han Yuan sat cross-legged and began to swallow the Gathering Spirit Pill for the first time.
After the pill was swallowed into his stomach, before Han Yuan could feel the refreshing feeling of the pill, a line of words suddenly flashed in front of him.
【Random gain multiplier: 3】
【Spirit Gathering Pill Effect*300%】
【Soul-gathering Pill Erysipelas -30%】
""Hmm?"
Han Yuan was startled. Before he could react, the Juling Pill in his stomach had already released a large amount of medicinal power, which was beyond his expectation!
He quickly concentrated and started practicing.