Cultivating Immortality in a World of Chaos - Chapter 10

[Chapter 10: Harvest of Spiritual Rice (Please Recommend)]

Early spring.

The spiritual farmers in the shantytowns all had happy expressions on their faces, and some even changed into rare new clothes, as if they were going to attend some celebration.

Fang Xi walked in the bamboo forest, waving his right hand casually.

The Qinghe Sword flew out and cut off a piece of bamboo.

He knocked on the bamboo tube, listened to the thick echo inside, and nodded with satisfaction: “The spiritual rice is ripe.”

The next moment, Fang Xi lit a fire directly on the ground and roasted the bamboo tube.

As time passed, a fragrance mixed with rice and bamboo slowly spread.

This is another way to eat Lingzhu rice, making it into bamboo tube rice.

During this period of time, he has been staying in the bamboo forest to look after the magical rice that had finally matured, and to prevent some thieves and even pests.

For this reason, I didn’t even go to Daliang.

Today, we finally had a harvest!
Bang!
After a while, the bamboo tube exploded, revealing a full bowl of magical rice.

The newly matured rice grains are plump and evenly distributed, and they seem to melt on the tongue, especially the fresh fragrance that is refreshing and refreshing.

Paired with the bacon that Fang Xi brought with her, it makes for a great meal.

After eating, Fang Xi felt the overflow of spiritual energy in his body. Not daring to delay, he quickly practiced the Changchun Jue technique.

Not only that, after practicing the technique, he also took up a stance and honed his palms.

“Tsk tsk…Xiao Fang, are you practicing body training?”

An unknown amount of time had passed. Fang Xi, who was immersed in martial arts, heard a teasing voice. He looked up quickly and saw an iron leaf boat slowly descending from mid-air, with a man getting off it.

The other person was a male cultivator in his thirties, wearing a sky blue official suit, with a smile on his face, looking quite wealthy.

When Fang Xi saw this, he immediately stopped practicing martial arts, stood up and said with a smile: “Hello, Manager Situ.”

Seeing him looking at her, she quickly laughed again: “I just have nothing to do, so I practice some mortal martial arts. It’s just to make a fool of myself, to make a fool of myself…”

The fat man in blue is called “Situ Ying”. He is from the Situ family and is in charge of a part of the spiritual fields.

For many spiritual farmers in the mountains, he is the local tyrant who holds the power of life and death.

“Well, this piece of spiritual bamboo is growing well. You must have done your best.”

Situ Ying walked in the bamboo forest, watched the growth of the magical rice, and nodded slightly.

“No, no, it’s mainly because Qingzhu Mountain has many talented people and beautiful scenery. The spiritual energy is good, so the spiritual rice grows well.”

While complimenting him, Fang Xi took out a small brocade bag and handed it over.

Inside the brocade bag were the few spirit crystals he had left.

Situ Ying took it and knew the exact number without even opening it. His expression became softer: “Good boy, get on with it… In that case, let’s start harvesting.”

This scene made Fang Xi think of his previous life, which was recorded in the books he had read.

This is probably what the ancient landlords and tenant farmers did when they harvested, right?
Because both of them were cultivators, the harvest was quick.

Crash!
Pieces of bamboo forest fell down and turned into bamboo rice.

Finally, Situ Ying took out a special large fighting weapon from the storage bag on his waist and began to measure the weight.

“Storage magic weapon?”

Fang Xi stared at the gray, seemingly inconspicuous little bag on Situ Ying’s waist and began to envy her again.

He doesn’t have this kind of storage device…

“The harvest is good this year. We harvested two stone and forty catties of spiritual rice… The master gets half, which is one hundred and twenty catties!”

Situ Ying fiddled with the abacus and said, “The price of Lingzhu rice has gone up now. If you sell your private share, I can give you four Lingshi…”

Fang Xi thought about it for a moment, then reluctantly said, “I’ll keep half…”

According to the land lease contract, he could have gotten half of the harvest, which was 120 kilograms of spiritual rice.

If this spiritual rice is to be sold, it can only be sold to the Situ family.

The Situ family also opened a rice shop in the market town, so they could bargain hard for the price, and the spirit crystals they offered were not high.

Spiritual farmers often also need to practice, so most of them have to stay.

However, Situ Ying was a bit greedy when he asked Fang Xi to sell his share.

“Half, whatever… I’ll leave you 60 kilograms.”

Situ Ying put the spiritual rice into his storage bag, threw down a small bag of spiritual crystals, and drove away in the iron leaf boat.

Fang Xi opened the bag and found that there were only eighteen spirit crystals in it. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly: “Don’t let this vampire who plucks feathers from passing geese fall into my hands someday…”

…

After Lingzhu rice is harvested, it will take until summer before it can be planted again.

The sowing method here is also very strange. No rice seeds are needed. All you need to do is to stimulate the growth of bamboo roots and grow bamboo shoots.

There is a period of slack in farming between harvesting in the spring and sowing again in the summer.

Fang Xi strolled back to the shack, preparing to renovate his home.

Just as he opened the door of his house, he was startled to see that there was a new person in Old Maitou’s room.

“Is this Fellow Daoist Fang? I am a new spiritual farmer named Chen Ping.”

Chen Ping looked to be in his twenties or thirties, and was at the initial stage of Qi Refining. He looked ordinary.

At this time, he smiled flatteringly and stuffed a low-grade “Dust Removal Talisman” over: “It’s just a small gift, not a token of respect.”

“Thank you. Visit more often in the future.”

Fang Xi smiled and responded to a few words, then returned to his room and stroked his chin: “In the past, spiritual farmers would give gifts of snacks and spiritual rice at most… This new Taoist friend seems to have a rich fortune… Could he be a talisman maker?”

But soon, he felt quite emotional.

Old Maitou had been a spiritual farmer for decades, but after his death, not many people remembered him, and even his house and fields were quickly transferred.

This is the reality of the world of immortal cultivation!
The lowest level of immortal cultivators are just ants and leeks… You can cut them at will, they will always grow again.

“Yesterday it was Old Maitou, tomorrow it might be me!”

Fang Xi laughed at himself.

Given his personality, there will probably be even fewer people who remember him by then.

“Well… I can take advantage of this slack season to practice hard.”

Fang Xi practices the third level of Changchun Jue Qi Refining Technique every day, but his progress is not fast.

On the contrary, the Baiyun Palm martial art seems to be making rapid progress.

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Baiyun Martial Arts School.

“Brother Fang!”

“Hello, Senior Brother.”

Fang Xi, dressed in white tights, walked into the martial arts hall, and the disciples in the outer courtyard all smiled ingratiatingly and admiringly.

If at the beginning they were only impressed by Mr. Fang’s wealth, now they have a greater admiration for the strong.

The reason is simple, Fang Xi’s progress is just too fast!

Not only did he get started very quickly, he was able to complete the first level of Qi and blood cultivation at home, and he also recently announced that he had achieved a breakthrough in the second level of Qi and blood!

This made countless people secretly jealous.

“But… what’s the point of being jealous?”

Fang Xi smiled slightly and entered the inner courtyard of Baiyun Martial Arts School.

“Big sister!”

After saying hello to Mu Piaomiao, he went to an earthen stove.

This earthen stove is built with blue bricks and an iron pot is placed on it.

When Fang Xi arrived, a servant immediately lit the stove and poured herbs into the iron pot sack by sack.

Looking closely, among the medicinal herbs, there were also wriggling poisonous insects such as centipedes and spiders, which made one’s scalp tingle.

“After my White Cloud Palm has entered the second stage of Qi and Blood Transformation through the Calcination Method, I will try to temper the poison into my palm power!”

Fang Xi looked at his own palms.

After two transformations of qi and blood, the skin on his palms became as tough, strong and powerful as cowhide.

This is the foundation for practicing poison skills.

After all, poisoning with palm power will also harm one’s body.

Even though Baiyun Martial Arts School has a special antidote, the injuries accumulated over time are still horrific.

raging!

The flames licked the bottom of the pot fiercely, making the soup in the iron pot thicker, dark blue, and smelly…

Fang Xi’s expression remained unchanged. After the water boiled, he directly inserted his palms into it.

Crash!
The boiling venom rippled between his palms. He silently circulated his Qi and blood to absorb the power of the poison.

‘Sure enough, only a strong body after the second transformation of Qi and blood, or even Qi and blood, can slightly absorb toxins… If you practice too far ahead of time, you may end up poisoning your palms!’

After practicing for half an hour, Fang Xi withdrew his red hands and looked at his palms.

I saw that in the palm of my hand, every time I circulated my qi and blood, a gray mass would suddenly appear.

“Is this the Poison Palm? The White Cloud Palm of the Dark Cloud Realm? No… this should just be the beginning…”

There are three levels of White Cloud Palm: White Cloud, Dark Cloud, and Black Cloud!
White Cloud is the first and second transformation of Qi and blood, and both palms are as white as jade.

Dark clouds mean that one has reached the stage of the third transformation of Qi and blood. When practicing Qi, both palms will turn black and the poison power will be slightly successful.

Fang Xi is now in the middle stage between the second and third changes.

As for the final level of black cloud, it is the true practice of true power and the perfection of poison palm!

It is said that when Mu Canglong really practiced his skills, his palms became as black as ink, and even the wind from his palms was poisonous!

“I have abundant financial resources, and I can buy all kinds of rare poisons and refine them into my palms, so the progress is very fast…”

Fang Xi stood with his hands folded, silently thinking about his progress in martial arts.

In addition, he can use his own spiritual consciousness to see inside, repair body damage, and expel toxins, which is also a big advantage!
With so many advantages, Fang Xi’s progress in Baiyun Palm is naturally rapid, even Wu Ji has been surpassed. Although he is still very enthusiastic in front of people recently, the sight behind him is a bit interesting.

“In the entire martial arts hall, the only ones who are better than me in terms of martial arts are Mu Piaomiao and Mu Canglong, right?”

Fang Xi thought to himself.

“Wu Ji is not very capable, Liu Taotao lacks character, and in terms of honesty and calmness, Tang Xuan may be better in the future… We can make some friends with him.”

Just as he was thinking, the handsome Wu Ji came to the backyard with a kind smile on his face: “Junior Brother Fang…”

“Senior Brother Wu, is there something wrong?” Fang Xi raised his eyebrows.

“Well… Senior Brother has been practicing martial arts lately and is short of money. I wonder if I…”

The first thing Wu Ji asked for was a loan.

“This friendship is about to capsize.” Fang Xi rolled his eyes secretly.

(End of this chapter)