8: Chapter 8 Deducting Spirit Rice

Night fell.

Chen Xuan swallowed a qingling pill to increase his cultivation; shortly after joining the talisman workshop, he had already entered the second level of the Qi Refining Realm.

Since then, he had been relying on pills for his cultivation.

As for the pill toxins, he would deal with them once his cultivation level improved.

Now, he was not far from the third level of the Qi Refining Realm.

The sun rose and the moon set; it was dawn.

As per his usual routine.

He activated the wordless heavenly book, then swallowed another Spirit Pill to quickly replenish the mana in his body.

As his mana surged, the red tadpole-like characters immediately formed three heavenly secret jade slips.

[Today's Fortune: Minor Bad Luck.]

[Today's Heavenly Secret: Yinghuo.]

[Today's Destiny: Spirit Farmer.]

[Minor Bad Luck: The Spirit Farmers of Biyun Market are all harvesting their crops. This year, the Fusheng Sect steward is insatiably greedy. If his appetite is not satisfied, they will end up with nothing.]

[Minor Good Luck: A First-Grade High Grade Spirit Farmer Legacy has appeared in the trading area of Biyun Market, containing a complete set of Spirit Farmer legacies such as the Spirit Rain Spell, Metal Geng Spell, and more. One could use this to establish a Spirit Farmer clan.]

[Major Bad Luck: Outside Biyun Market, in the Tunyun Secret Realm, a great demon has appeared. Inside, there is a Second-Grade Talisman Legacy, Earth Spirit Qi, Water Spirit Qi, and several Foundation Establishment spirit items. One must be careful of several Second-Grade great demons.]

This was the first time he had seen the heavenly secret change.

The heavenly secret had changed, but what did "Yinghuo" mean? Mars?

In ancient times, the movement of the Yinghuo star usually signified chaos in the world.

Let the bullets fly for a while, and see what happens.

The destiny really did change based on my actions, and it influenced the content of the three heavenly secret jade slips, making them more aligned with my current destiny identity.

The second Jade Slip was the Spirit Farmer Legacy; it was actually quite a good thing.

The Spirit Farmer Legacy was a highly sought-after Legacy; it was easy to cultivate and had good universality.

Therefore, this kind of Legacy was often priced slightly higher than the legacies of other cultivation arts.

As for the third heavenly secret jade slip, the prize pool was still accumulating, but the old saying still held true.

Going there was just asking for death.

Chen Xuan did not hesitate any longer and pressed the heavenly secret jade slip against his brow.

An image appeared: A man wearing the Daoist robe of the Fusheng Sect was directing Disciples to harvest the spirit fields, one acre at a time.

Based on the yield, one acre of spirit field should produce at least eight hundred catties of spirit rice.

Wang He's family's field produced even more, at one thousand catties.

But in the image, under that pair of large millstones, the spirit rice placed on the scale was only five hundred catties.

They swallowed three hundred catties!

And when the Spirit Farmer stepped forward to argue, they took another three hundred catties away!

They only left him with two hundred catties of spirit rice!

Damn it!

Unconscionable!

It seemed like he had no choice but to swallow this loss.

In Biyun Market, the Fusheng Sect was the sky itself!

Although there was a sound reporting mechanism.

But there was a saying:

"Who is the person below, and why are you accusing this official?"

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, but it was just one heavenly secret, and he could win it back.

It didn't really matter.

Chen Xuan waited until his state of mind calmed down before taking a Medicinal Pill and beginning to recover his mana.

Now, the Cultivation Technique he was practicing had also changed from the [Everlasting Spring Technique] to the [Yuhua Record].

It was a Yellow-grade Cultivation Technique taught by Market Master Chen; it didn't seem like much of a change, but it was particularly effective for talisman making.

After his mana recovered, Chen Xuan went out.

His parents had already risen early, and his younger sister was also waiting nearby.

The four of them ate and went straight to the fields.

In the past, this was one of the most important moments of the year for the family.

Although farming was hard work, the harvest time was still full of joy.

As the saying goes, one part of effort yields one part of harvest.

Before long, that Fusheng Sect steward actually arrived, flying through the air!

Upon reaching the Qi Refining Mid-Stage, the total amount of mana increased significantly, allowing one to practice a flight-based escape technique.

There were three people who came to harvest the grain: one steward and two Utility Disciples.

But even as Utility Disciples, they were nobler than those of them who were dependent on the Fusheng Sect's market!

If one could be a Loose Cultivator, one would not want to be a bandit cultivator.

And if one could join a clan, one would not want to be a Loose Cultivator.

As for the Sect, they looked down on Loose Cultivators and clans from the bottom of their hearts.

The world of immortal cultivation was just this clearly stratified.

"Hmm, these two spirit fields have grown well. Not bad."

The steward nodded as he looked at the plump, heavy spirit plants.

"They look like High Grade spirit rice. Confirm there are no issues, and let's start the harvest."

Wang He nodded.

A Disciple unleashed a sickle, which rapidly grew in size in mid-air. Then, with a sweep and a wave, all the spirit plants in the two spirit fields were severed from their roots.

Another Disciple unleashed a millstone, which instantly sucked in the fallen spirit plants.

As the millstone turned, pure white spirit rice flowed down from the gaps like a river.

The steward had already placed a large scale under the millstone.

"One thousand five hundred catties. Not bad, not bad. It's all High Grade spirit rice." The steward nodded repeatedly, beaming with joy.

Wang He, however, had a cold expression.

This was truly bullying people too much.

The growth this year was promising; in the first half of the year, they harvested one thousand eight hundred catties and received eighteen Spirit Stones.

This time it was at least two thousand catties, possibly even two thousand two hundred catties!

Five hundred catties were missing just like that.

Seeing Wang He about to flare up, Chen Xuan quickly pulled him and smiled apologetically, "Then many thanks, Steward."

"Hmm, sensible!" The steward laughed, counted the Spirit Stones, packed them into a cloth bag, and tossed it over.

Sixteen pieces!

Generally, one hundred catties of Low Grade spirit rice was only worth half a piece, High Grade was one piece, and Medium Grade was in between.

This price was barely acceptable.

The key was that this guy was too corrupt; he hadn't done anything, yet he had taken away about five Spirit Stones' worth.

There were thousands of Spirit Farmers in Qingshi Lane!

After this round of harvesting, that would be thousands of Spirit Stones!

After the three of them flew off to the next house, Chen Xuan finally spoke, "Father, do not make a scene about this. Someone will definitely report it secretly; we just need to wait."

"Running water does not compete for the lead, but it competes for the endless flow. Sooner or later, I will make him pay it back with interest."

Wang He nodded when he heard the first part, but his expression changed instantly when he heard the latter part.

He was angry, not stupid; otherwise, he wouldn't have remained silent just now.

"Child, since ancient times, Mortals have understood that the people do not fight with officials. We will just have to swallow this loss. Suffering a loss is a blessing; the happy ones are those who yield."

Chen Xuan nodded, but in his heart, he was thinking three words: that damn Fusheng Sect steward. I've remembered you. Just you wait.

You even embezzle the money of Spirit Farmers; are you even human, you bastard!

Even if I don't deal with you in this life, you'd better wait for me in the next life.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after two lifetimes.

The four of them sat nearby and lit a fire, burning the spirit plants into wood ash while fertilizing the field.

Once winter came and covered it with heavy snow.

By next year, this spirit field would be extremely fertile.

The spirit pond nearby was also covered with a breathable canopy, waiting for the spring of next year.

When the fish grew up, that would be another source of income!

After working all morning, with the help of Spells, the four of them finally finished the farm work.

Before leaving, the father and son took turns casting the Lesser Spirit Rain Spell.

Now, until the New Year, his parents could rest well, and after the spring of the coming year, they would carry out the spring plowing.

Although this time it was a Minor Bad Luck draw, fortunately, they had stopped the losses in time.

It could be considered avoiding a disaster.

A behemoth like the Fusheng Sect was the god of this ten-thousand-mile region.

They were nothing more than Spirit Farmers who tilled the fields.

Just mayflies trying to shake a giant tree.

After returning home, Wang He piled all the Spirit Stones in the house together; it was enough to pay off the debt, and there was even some left over.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

For a father who had never bowed his head or borrowed money from others in his entire life.

Borrowing money once, he had truly lost all his dignity.

But for the sake of his children's future, this was nothing.

Moreover, his daughter was promising; Market Master Li had praised her, saying he had never seen such a diligent girl.

His son was even more extraordinary.

In Wang He's view, with his son's current intelligence, even if he didn't learn a trade, he could still figure out how to make money.

A new brain was just easy to use.

A large portion of this pile of Spirit Stones was what his son had given to his parents.

Truly promising!

If they weren't father and son, Wang He would definitely have sworn an oath of brotherhood with him and added a "gutsy," which would be truly stirring.

Then again, if he didn't have this son, Wang He would have wanted to risk his life against that steward over those five hundred catties of grain today!

To let him know what a commoner's rage was.

What it meant when poor people's things were not for you to take!

"I'm going to repay the money."

Wang He walked into the courtyard with a light step, a smile appearing on his tanned face.

This was happiness.