“Changsheng, Changsheng.”
“Bang, bang, bang.”
Outside the door, there was a rapid knocking sound.
It woke Lin Changsheng, who was deep in sleep. As a Cultivator, besides meditating, one only needed to sleep for an hour or two each day.
However, Lin Changsheng was a night owl, diligently Cultivating Spells every day. He would only close his eyes and lie down after the fifth watch of the night.
Wiping his eyelids that kept fighting to close, he yawned and pushed open his door.
Upon closer inspection, the person was Old Zhuang.
“Old Zhuang, what do you need me for so early in the morning? Is it that the fields are plagued by demonic insects again?”
Old Zhuang, standing outside the door, lacked the usual dusty appearance of a Spiritual Planter. His hair was meticulously combed, and he wore a brand new dark blue Daoist robe.
Lin Changsheng’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
“Yo, Old Zhuang, are you getting married today?”
“You’re dressed too formally. Are you marrying some Mortal wife?”
Saying this, Lin Changsheng rubbed his head and chuckled.
“You brat are truly muddle-headed from sleep! How could you forget such an important day!”
Old Zhuang scolded him, a few traces of joy appearing on his face.
“Oh, what is it? I’ve been focused on Cultivating recently.”
Lin Changsheng raised an eyebrow, slowly recalling the memories of his previous self.
Old Zhuang feigned anger and laughed, scolding him,
“Today is the day to harvest Spirit Grains! How could you forget such a crucial task for your livelihood? Luckily, I came to get you, otherwise, if you forgot the time, you’d be fined some Spirit Stones by the enforcement team.”
Without waiting for Lin Changsheng to react, he pulled him, preparing to go to the Spirit Fields to harvest Spirit Grains together.
Hearing this, Lin Changsheng slapped his head.
Memories surfaced; he had actually forgotten such an important day. Of course, the main reason was that he had been diligently Cultivating Spells day and night during this period.
“Hurry up, hurry up, don’t dawdle.”
Old Zhuang urged repeatedly, his smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.
Before long, the two arrived at the field ridge. The fields were filled with golden Spirit Grains.
Each Spirit Rice grain was the size of a soybean, crystal clear, brimming with Spiritual Qi, round, and plump. They were far superior to anything in the Mortal world.
Lin Changsheng’s face lit up at the sight of the thriving Spirit Rice. This was the result of his many days of hard work, and more importantly, it meant stacks of white Spirit Stones.
He reached out, plucked a Spirit Rice grain, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.
The Spirit Rice had a faint dryness upon entering the mouth, but after a moment, it emitted a rich herbal fragrance. Traces of Spiritual Qi flowed between his teeth, leaving an endless aftertaste.
“It’s good to farm steadily!”
Lin Changsheng sighed with emotion. Cultivating Immortality was not so peaceful.
“Changsheng, your Spirit Grain growth is truly astonishing. Your planting technique has finally matured!”
Old Zhuang glanced at it and couldn't help but praise.
“I’ve been planting this for ten years, it’s about time it matured.”
“Today, I harvest rice in the fields; tomorrow, I ride the wind for thousands of miles.”
Lin Changsheng said indifferently, his expression unreadable.
“You brat, stop acting so mysterious. Planting a bit of Spirit Rice won’t make you a Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivator. Riding the wind for thousands of miles is a Divine Ability only Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators possess.”
Old Zhuang laughed and scolded, then skillfully took out a Magical Artifact sickle and a cloth bag, handing them to Lin Changsheng.
“It’s getting late. Finish harvesting the Spirit Grains early, pack them up, and then we’ll have to queue to weigh the grain.”
After speaking, he hurried towards his own Spirit Field.
Lin Changsheng held the Magical Artifact sickle, injecting a trace of spiritual power into it.
The sickle immediately emitted a faint glow. He lightly swept it across the Spirit Rice, and the tall stalks fell in swathes.
Even this low-grade Magical Artifact was considered a Sharp Weapon compared to ordinary Mortal objects.
Combined with a Cultivator’s methods, it was like cutting grass, without any obstruction.
In less than half a day, the Spirit Field harvest was complete.
Next, the two began threshing, sorting, and bagging… Fortunately, these tasks were effortless for Cultivators.
At this moment, several loud eagle cries came from the sky, and three huge shadows flashed across the ground.
Looking up, several giant eagles, entirely ink-black, were soaring above. Their bodies were over half a zhang wide, their wingspan several zhang long, and their feathers were all ink-black.
Their talons were thick, with sharp tips gleaming with a cold light, exceptionally majestic. Two figures were faintly standing on their backs, occasionally looking at the Spirit Fields in various directions.
“These are the Baiyun Sect’s enforcement team, here to supervise and tally the Spirit Rice harvest. These idle fellows really love to show off.”
Perhaps having been exploited too much, Old Zhuang’s dissatisfied grumbling came from beside him.
Not long after, Old Zhuang finished packing the Spirit Grains.
“Changsheng, let’s go hand in the Spirit Rice. I even specifically prepared a cart; we’ll pull it over together later.”
The two quickly loaded the Spirit Rice and slowly pulled it to the grain collection point.
The road was wide and flat. For Cultivators, building roads was as simple as a few Spells to turn mud into stone, which was far superior to the chaotic, haphazardly built shantytowns.
When Lin Changsheng arrived, a dense, long queue had already formed, roughly thousands of Spiritual Planter households.
The one responsible for weighing was Steward Qian, who had previously cheated the original owner. Beside him stood several Baiyun Sect enforcement Cultivators, supervising.
Steward Qian was seen manipulating a measuring Magical Artifact shaped like a large dipper. He then poured the Spirit Rice into it, completing the weighing with little effort.
Soon, Lin Changsheng arrived at the front of the line.
At this moment, Steward Qian’s harsh voice came from beside him,
“Wang Daniu, ten mu of Spirit Field, a total of one thousand five hundred thirty catties. Zhuang Youtian, fifteen mu of Spirit Field, a total of two thousand five hundred fifty catties…”
The Baiyun Sect’s exploitation of the lower-level Spiritual Planters was extremely harsh and severe.
However, as the lowest stratum of the Immortal Realm, Spiritual Planters, with their low cultivation, had no recourse. If you didn’t do it, there were plenty of others who would.
One hundred catties of Spirit Rice were required for each mu of Spirit Field, and the rest was uniformly purchased at a price of fifteen catties per Spirit Stone. Spiritual Planters were not allowed to keep Spirit Rice privately.
Just this simple transaction earned them a lot of the Spiritual Planters' livelihood.
“Lin Changsheng, eight mu of Spirit Field, a total of one thousand five hundred catties.” Perhaps due to the low-price acquisition, there was no deduction.
Lin Changsheng, without surprise, received forty-six Spirit Stones. Compared to before, this was more than ten Spirit Stones extra.
“Skill 【Spiritual Planter: First-tier Upper Grade 390/800】. Indeed, no matter the world, skill is the primary productive force.”
“It’s a pity I can’t plant more, otherwise it would be too conspicuous and easily invite jealousy. Also, I don’t have much time to manage it myself.”
“Little Lin, amazing! As a mid-tier Spiritual Planter, my Spirit Rice yield is still a large chunk less than yours.”
Old Zhuang said in surprise from beside him.
“I just plant less and manage it more meticulously,” Lin Changsheng shook his head, of course not admitting his profound skill.