Chapter 29: The Bountiful Harvest of Spiritual Rice

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  "He's called Zhou Liang, and he's relying on Chen De-shui, the current head of the clan who is now in his prime. As soon as this person was mentioned, Li Qian gritted his teeth with hatred: "This Chen De-shui is really overbearing, when our old master was alive, he always looked up to him as a role model. But after our old master passed away, he turned against us faster than anyone else, and in recent years, he has used all sorts of despicable means to take possession of many of our family's assets. Who would have thought that he still had his eyes on our last remaining ancestral land, it's simply as if he wants to push us onto a dead-end road."

  "Chen De-shui, he's the one who has already occupied so much of our property?" Chen Mo's face turned iron-gray, gritting his teeth and saying: "Hmph, sooner or later, I, Chen Mo, will make them spit out everything with interest."

  Apart from that, Chen De Shui is still the father of Chen Ye. In terms of generation, he is also Chen Mo's paternal uncle. The scene where Xiao Dong Tian returned, those lackeys were all Chen De Shui's people. Now it seems that old and new grievances will have to be settled together.

  "Master, a gentleman avenges himself after ten years. It's not too late." Li Qian hastily advised: "Chen Deshui has been operating for many years and is now at the peak of his career. On the surface, we can't surpass them for the time being. Let's bide our time and focus on you and Miss Dance quickly advancing to a higher level, shining brightly in the family competition, and gaining attention from the patriarch and other elders."

  "Got it, Uncle Li," Chen said humbly. In fact, he himself understood that although he had gained insight and possessed the mysterious seed, his own strength was still too weak to challenge Chen Dehai just yet.

  Conceal one's light and bide one's time, accumulating strength in secret is the way of kings.

  These two days have been busy with the misfortune of Linggu, and even the internal injury from fighting Zhou Liang has not been properly treated. He made up his mind to stay and guard the farm, instructing them to take care of the spiritual field, reinforcing various traps before returning to meditate and heal his wounds.

  With the tender shoots in the sea of consciousness, healing and recovery are much simpler.

  Suddenly found this thing somewhat listless and spiritless.

  It seems it was helping Chen Mo treat Ling Tian and contributed too much green liquid, hurting itself.

  Chen Mo hastily began to circulate the Bright Mystic Qi, helping the tender shoots warm up and nourish.

  But the tender shoots that have broken through, on the other hand, are like a refined gentleman who refuses to "steal food". Every time it uses the bright and mysterious energy to nourish itself, it has to be delivered to its mouth through the flow of meridians.

  The weak and tender shoots understood that the master was actively 'fertilizing' them, and they ruthlessly absorbed the bright and mysterious energy. They swallowed it so quickly, as if they were whales swallowing wolves, that the small amount of bright and mysterious energy Chen Mo had managed to accumulate was gone in just a few breaths.

  That tender shoot seemed reluctant to stop, shaking slightly as if to please, and somewhat recovering its spirit.

  "Hmm..." Chen silently wiped the cold sweat, this thing is so tender and small, yet its appetite is so big every time, his own abundant Qi of the Sea of Air was not enough to fill its teeth gaps.

  No wonder when it was still a seed, stealing its own aura, no matter how hard it cultivated, it was slow as a snail. All the emotions were fed to this big glutton. It's already like this at such a young age, what will happen when it grows into a sapling? Won't it suck itself dry all at once?

  I'm annoyed at myself for being annoyed, but this tender shoot is really useful. Looking at the situation, it seems that if I don't feed it enough, there's no way it will produce the magical green liquid.

  Chen Mo began to frantically rotate the Bright Mystic Qi, then went to irrigate the tender shoots. This repeated day and night, for a whole day and night, without knowing how much Mystic Qi was fed.

  That flexible willow finally straightened up its waist, full of spirit and vitality. But this process almost drained Chen Mo dry.

  He was stirring up his mind, hoping that the tender shoots would contribute a drop of green liquid to him, which made him inexplicably feel a complex emotion, as if he had been raising a pig with all his might and finally could slaughter it.

  Perhaps Chen Mo's will was not strong enough, and the tender shoots swayed left and right, but did not drip out green liquid. Although it looked like a tender shoot bud, Chen Mo always felt that it seemed to have life. Now it wasn't that it couldn't produce green liquid, but rather it didn't want to give any, and was pretending to be stupid...

  Chen Mo's intention suddenly became fierce, and he pressed the tender shoot with a menacing air, as if to say: are you giving or not? If not, don't expect the next irrigation of Xuan Qi.

  Under various pressures, the tender shoots finally couldn't withstand Chen Mo's pressure, swaying and trembling, withering leaves, as if squeezing out a drop of tender green, full of green meaning. The green liquid poured into the sea of consciousness, instantly transforming into a piece of vibrant green light particles.

  His internal injury was far from healed, Chen Mo hastily operated the Bright Profound Qi here, and merged all the green light particles in the Sea of Consciousness into the Bright Profound Qi. In this way, the Bright Profound Qi flowed through the meridians, displaying a shocking healing power.

  Those injured internal organs, those damaged meridians and flesh. Under the healing power of the green liquid, they quickly recovered. In just a moment, Chen Mo stood up, waving his fists in extreme astonishment, with fist shadows flashing like lightning, hitting the air with loud slapping sounds.

  The aura flows smoothly and powerfully, with a strong sense of energy.

  The healing power of this green liquid is still as strong as ever, but the aftereffect also appeared immediately. The tender shoots drooped again, looking more withered and lifeless than before. As I looked at the almost broken tender branches, they swayed slightly.

  Chen Mo somehow vaguely sensed its meaning, and could no longer suppress it. If he didn't care about its life or death, perhaps it would really wither and die. His heart skipped a beat, and he hastily infused his spiritual energy into it, letting it absorb.

  After a while, it slightly recovered. But wanting to recover to its original state is not something that can be done in a short time.

  He released a thread of kindness towards it before Chen Mo left the small hut.

  In the following days, Chen Mo and He Lian Huo Wu stayed at the farm's spiritual field. While taking care of the spiritual field, Chen Mo practiced his Diamond Fist as well as the Willow Twig Body Method.

  So-called attribute Xuan techniques are similar to those with clear attributes, such as Lieyan Palm and Bingbing Palm.

  Like Chen Mo, a spiritual practitioner who majored in Qingmu Jue, going to practice Lieyan Palm can't grasp the essence of God, and the power is difficult to exert even one or two percent. And He Lian Huawu, a fire-based cultivator, also finds it difficult to use wood-attribute mysterious techniques such as Mian Zhang, Liu Xue Shen Fa, etc.

  Apart from attribute-specific skills, there are also many non-attribute universal skills, and Diamond Fist is one of them.

  In this way, Helian Huoyue no longer needed to cultivate the Willow Silk Body Technique.

  At this moment, Chen Mo had transformed all the Qingmu Xuanqi into Guangming Xuanqi. However, it was still based on the foundation of the Qingmu Jue, and from a fundamental perspective, it was only a fusion of a hint of extreme yang energy within the Qingmu Xuanqi.

  Cultivation, or using Wood-type Mystical Techniques, is completely unimpeded.

  In the sun-drenched valley, dozens of stones of varying sizes were laid out, and with such a simple environment, Liu Xue began to cultivate her body technique. The Liu Xue Body Technique belongs to the Wood System Mystical Skill, which emphasizes that when raising one's energy and moving freely, one should be as light as a willow catkin, relying on the wind force to advance smoothly.

  Due to the unpredictable nature of the wind, it is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes rolling and sometimes stretching. Therefore, the willow catkins also have no fixed shape, floating and drifting, often relying on the wind to move. It naturally gives people a feeling of drifting away, elusive and difficult to grasp.

  Although this mysterious skill matches Chen Mo's properties, after all, it is a mid-level mysterious skill. Even if an ordinary person cultivates this mysterious skill for half a year, they may not necessarily be able to master it.

  Chen Mo's innate wit was already quite good, and with the subtle green energy constantly replenishing and helping to repair his over-exhausted meridians, he could almost practice day and night.

  But even so, after a full five days, he had only grasped the superficial aspects and found it difficult to comprehend the true essence of Liu Xue's swordsmanship.

  However, the Diamond Fist has become even more refined and proficient under his diligent practice. But to break through the level and reach the small accomplishment realm of the Diamond Fist, there is still a need for continued effort.

  Unlike the initial glimpse of the doorway, it is by no means easy to cultivate any one of the mysterious skills to a small accomplishment realm. Among the familiar peers, there are only a few who can cultivate a mysterious skill to a small accomplishment realm, and most have already reached the high level of spiritual cultivation, or even the peak.

  Only He Lian Huo Wu, with a child's body, the Ling Tu Zhong Jie Ci's cultivation, had cultivated the fierce flame palm to the small success boundary.

  Cultivation is all about gradual progress, steady and steady. Now that the tender shoots in his consciousness can't help but steal his own cultivation, coupled with the Brightness Key's ability to greatly aid him in cultivating mysterious techniques, he was already extremely satisfied.

  The cultivation was interrupted, because the Spiritual Valley had already been thoroughly familiarized. During this time, there were also some people with ulterior motives or demonic beasts who wanted to come and take a share of the spoils. However, under strict guard, they were all driven away.

  Three people who knew the inside story worked together and finished harvesting the wheat in half a day.

  Seeing the joy of harvest, Chen Mo and He Lian Huo Wu also felt that all their hard work was worth it.

  Due to the unexpected change in the spiritual field, Chen Mo excluded the tenant farmers and only had his family of three harvest it. A joyful harvest, after cleaning up, the statistics came out. This time, they harvested a full 120 kilograms of spiritual rice, which was even 20% higher than last year's yield. But what's more important is that among this harvest, there were as much as 50 kilograms of medium-grade spiritual rice, and more than 4 kilograms of high-grade spiritual rice...

  This stunned everyone including Chen Mo himself, who had not expected that the effect of the green liquid would be so strong.

  All the harvests, if converted to low-grade spiritual rice, would exceed a total of over 1,000 catties. Calculated at three taels of gold per catty of low-grade spiritual rice, even after deducting the public grain given to the family, there would still be nearly 3,000 taels of gold in harvests.

  This is more than ten times the income of previous years.

  "Less, young master..." Li Qian was frightened and said nervously: "We must handle these spiritual rice carefully. If outsiders find out, it will be a big trouble."

  "Uh, take out the lower-grade spiritual rice to pay taxes, and add three catties of medium-grade spiritual rice to the remaining amount. Sell it openly and honestly, and we can get over 200 gold coins." Chen Mo also knew that selling these spiritual rice would cause a huge stir, so he carefully planned and said: "Please privately take ten catties of medium-grade spiritual rice and go far away to sell them in Chongling City. Exchange more gold coins for us. As for the remaining spiritual rice, our family will eat it ourselves."

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