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The scorching sun hung high, and distorted heat waves rose from the Nan Shao Immortal Sect's Outer Sect medicinal field.
Wei Changsheng knelt on the cracked dirt ridge, the abraded bloodstains on his palm leaving a dark red mark on the hoe handle. The sweat dripping from his forehead hit the soil and was instantly absorbed without a trace. Three withered, yellow Spirit Rice seedlings lay crooked in the corner of the field, their roots blackened as if gnawed by some invisible force.
“Only three hours left…” he mumbled, his knuckles white from clenching his hand in a cultivation gesture. His Qi at the second level of Qi Condensation was as thin as a wisp of silk, barely enough to activate the “Spirit Guiding Art” to irrigate the field. Every moment felt like his muscles were being pulled and bones were being twisted.
He glanced down at the faded Storage Pouch at his waist. Inside, besides half a cold, hard Spirit Grain cake, there was only a small hoe inscribed with blurry runes—it was a multi-functional spirit plant tool he had replicated from his laboratory memories, capable of testing soil quality, guiding Spiritual Qi, and even serving as a miniature Formation Plate.
“If this broken System doesn’t activate soon, I’m afraid I’ll die in this wretched field,” he chuckled self-deprecatingly, biting his tongue to forcefully clear his mind and pouring the last trace of Spiritual Qi into the soil.
Just then, a thunderous boom echoed in his mind.
“Ding! Detecting that the host possesses a complete agricultural knowledge System and a near-death obsession, the Grand Cultivation Farm System is binding…”
“Binding successful. Initial Spirit Field: one mu. Time Flow Rate: one day in the outside world, one year in the System.”
“Friendly Reminder: Products from this System are guaranteed to be premium quality.”
Wei Changsheng froze in place, his pupils contracting slightly.
“Holy crap? The Transmigration standard Golden Finger finally arrived?” He instinctively looked around, confirming that no one was approaching, then closed his eyes and sank into his consciousness.
Before his eyes appeared a field glowing with a faint golden halo, neatly arranged like a chessboard, with moist soil and misty Spiritual Qi. An ordinary Spirit Rice seed lay quietly in the center of the field, and a System prompt flashed:
“You can put crop seeds in for cultivation. After maturation, harvest them to obtain cultivation points.”
“One day outside, one year in the System…” He quickly calculated, “So if I plant it now, I can harvest it within three breaths?”
His scientific research instinct instantly overwhelmed his shock. Without hesitation, he moved his consciousness and put a Spirit Rice seed he carried with him into the System Field.
The next instant, a golden light flickered.
The entire process—the seed entering the soil, sprouting, growing stems, and forming ears—was completed in his consciousness as if on fast-forward. Three breaths later, a full, golden ear of rice swayed gently in the wind, its grains shimmering with a faint spiritual glow, and its fragrance seemed to penetrate the Void Realm, rushing straight to his nose.
“It’s thirty percent larger than premium Spirit Rice from the outside world, and its Spiritual Qi concentration is 15.7% higher…” He instinctively began to calculate the data. “And this growth cycle completely overturns the common sense of the cultivation world.”
He suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding like a drum.
“It’s not an illusion… nor is it a Heart Demon.”
He looked down at the withered seedlings in reality, then suddenly raised his hand and deliberately knocked over the water bucket.
Splash—
Clear water spilled out, precisely covering the area corresponding to the System Field.
The moment the water hit the ground, an anomaly occurred!
Beneath the originally withered soil, a Spirit Rice seedling broke through, completing its growth within three breaths. The ear of rice hung low, shimmering with a faint golden light, and its Spiritual Qi fluctuations startled a group of Spirit Beasts three zhang away, causing them to flap their wings and fly off.
Wei Changsheng held his breath, quickly dug up the rice seedling with his hoe, and stuffed it into his Storage Pouch.
“Good thing the patrolling Disciple won’t be here for another hour…” He wiped his sweat, feeling lucky. If anyone had seen this, he would likely have been apprehended on the spot as an unorthodox practitioner using forbidden techniques.
As he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a faint whimper from the other side of the field ridge.
Pushing aside the weeds, he found a snow-white Spirit Beast cub, shaped like a small fox, curled up in a rock crevice. Its hind leg was bloody and mangled, and its breath was weak. A silver ring pattern, inscribed with blurry runes, encircled the tip of its tail, like some kind of mark.
“This is… a lost Spirit Beast from the Sect?” Wei Changsheng frowned. Saving it might bring trouble; not saving it meant watching it die. He stared at the cub’s gradually dilating pupils and suddenly sneered, “I’m an agricultural Ph.D. who Transmigrated to cultivate land in the cultivation world; why should I care about this little risk?”
With a thought, he retrieved a freshly harvested Ninglu Grass from the System Field—it was of ordinary grade, but being a System product, it was still ten percent stronger than even the top-grade ones from the outside world.
“Consider this my first clinical trial,” he said. He used the back of his small hoe to crush the grass leaves, made a paste, and gently pried open the cub’s mouth to feed it.
Then, he placed his palm on its back, slowly infusing Spiritual Qi to help the medicine spread.
Initially, there was no reaction.
After a quarter of an hour, the cub’s breathing grew even weaker, almost ceasing.
Wei Changsheng’s brows were tightly furrowed, and he was about to add more Spiritual Qi when suddenly—
The cub trembled all over, its chest heaving violently!
Immediately after, its originally dull fur began to glow with a faint silver light, and its wounds scabbed and healed at a visible speed. It let out a weak but clear whimper from its throat, its eyelids fluttered, and it slowly opened its eyes.
They were a pair of vertical pupils like glazed glass, reflecting the daylight and Wei Changsheng’s astonished face.
“It’s alive…” he murmured. “And the recovery speed is far beyond expectations. The System crop’s effect is at least 30% stronger.”
He stared at the remaining grass residue in his hand. Under the sunlight, the tiny fragments emitted a faint blue glow, which vanished in an instant.
“This light… it’s not a Spiritual Qi reaction, it’s more like… quantum fluorescence?” He suddenly realized something. “System crops have unique energy residues. Long-term use might expose me.”
But a slow smile spread across his lips.
“However… it also means I can gradually release good things under the guise of ‘accidental discovery’.”
He picked up the still weak cub and gently patted its head.
“Little one, you are my Wei Changsheng’s first ‘successful experiment’ in this world.”
In the distance, the footsteps of the patrolling Disciple grew closer.
Wei Changsheng calmly reinserted his hoe into his waist, pulled down the brim of his hat, concealing the sharpness in his eyes.
“From today onwards, I am no longer a Servant who is ordered around.”
“I am—the chief engineer of the cultivation world’s agricultural revolution.”
As night approached, he stood on the field ridge, gazing at the land that had once been withered, and whispered like a vow:
“Farming can also cultivate a new world.”