13: Chapter 13 Zhao Mo, you owe us compensation for our losses.

Outside the small courtyard, Ding Xin occasionally looked at the transparent shed, then turned back to glance at the room where Zhao Mo was in seclusion.

He could not quite figure out why Zhao Mo's Breakthrough was so fast.

"Could it be that he is a Genius?"

"But shouldn't a Genius be Cultivating on the mountain instead of coming down here to farm?"

Ding Xin was in self-contradiction.

"Or perhaps he only reached the Early Stage of the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, just like me, entering the Middle Stage of the Qi Refining Sixth Layer?"

"Yeah, that must be it," Ding Xin comforted himself.

It was not until Zhao Mo opened the door that Ding Xin smelled that rancid odor and saw the black filth on Zhao Mo's body that he realized how wrong he had been.

This guy had actually, truly reached the Qi Refining Seventh Layer; he had even undergone the marrow-cleansing process twice.

"Damn it, I never see you Cultivating, yet your progress is so fast?"

Ding Xin was gnashing his teeth; this kind of blow was something he absolutely could not accept.

"No, I have to go Cultivate too."

Zhao Mo...

"Are you not going to tend to the spirit rice fields?"

For people like them who rented spirit rice fields, the fields were the most important thing. Otherwise, if they lost their means of survival, let alone Cultivating, they would barely be able to keep their lives.

Outside the Xuan Sect, it was not as safe as inside the Xuan Sect.

"I will plant~"

"But I cannot slack off on Cultivating either."

In the transparent shed, the seedlings were already lush green and would soon be transplanted into the spirit rice fields. At such a time, Ding Xin naturally could not go into seclusion to Cultivate.

【You have completed the seedling transplantation, experience + 10.】

Unlike last year, Ding Xin's spirit rice fields, just like Zhao Mo's, were all lined up in neat rows.

"You need to pay attention to the heading stage; there might be Demon Worms."

After the seedlings were transplanted, there was a lull, and apart from walking around the field ridges, there was nothing else to do.

So, Zhao Mo reminded Ding Xin in advance to prepare for the Demon Worms.

"I have it under control."

The iron stake naturally had to be prepared in advance. After all, Ding Xin had seen the Demon Worms last year—or perhaps they shouldn't be called Demon Worms; calling them Worm Demons would be more appropriate.

After all, what kind of worm could grow to the size of a palm?

【You have completed the spirit rice field watering, experience + 10.】

【You have completed the spirit rice field weeding, experience + 10.】

...

The weather gradually grew warmer, and summer arrived in the blink of an eye.

The hybrid spirit rice in the spirit rice fields was already more than half a person tall.

Zhao Mo was busy cross-pollinating these spirit rice plants one by one. That's right, he intended to use all three mu of his land for rice seeds.

This work could not be rushed, and Zhao Mo spent a whole month immersed in the spirit rice fields.

...

Buzz, buzz~

The spirit rice during the heading stage had indeed attracted the Worm Demons again. Fortunately, Zhao Mo had experience now, so dealing with them wasn't too strenuous, though eating and sleeping by the spirit rice fields was a bit hard.

"Junior Brother Zhao, why hasn't my spirit rice headed?"

"Is there a problem with your hybrid spirit rice seeds?"

Zhao Mo had fought the Worm Demons all night and was currently dozing off on the field ridge. Being suddenly addressed by Zhou Shen, he immediately flared up.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou Shen."

"When speaking, one must provide evidence. When did I ever sell hybrid spirit rice seeds to you?"

"You bought those divine rice seeds at the rice shop. If there is a problem, you should naturally go to the rice shop. What is the meaning of you babbling at me here?"

Zhao Mo unleashed his full Qi Refining Seventh Layer Aura, which stunned Zhou Shen.

"I~"

"That~"

"Sigh!"

Zhou Shen turned and left.

"If you don't listen to advice, you deserve it." Although Zhao Mo couldn't bear it in his heart, he appeared cold on the surface, pushing the responsibility away; after all, he wasn't the one who sold the spirit rice.

Rice shop.

Liu Daqiang stood firmly at the main entrance.

"What compensation?"

"Damn it, when have we ever sold spirit rice seeds? We sell spirit rice. Who told you to take it and plant it?"

Someone in the crowd roared: "What kind of spirit rice costs one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone per jin? That was clearly spirit rice seeds, otherwise why would we have bought it?"

Liu Daqiang sneered.

"Don't talk nonsense. From beginning to end, the rice shop has only sold spirit rice. When have we ever sold spirit rice seeds? Do you have evidence?"

"If you keep blabbering without evidence, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Everyone, look clearly. Whoever causes trouble again will be locked up directly."

After showing off his authority in front of the crowd, he hurriedly had people pilot the flying boat to his own spirit rice fields.

"Great Uncle, is it really unable to head?"

The old man crouching by the spirit rice field held a stalk of spirit rice and nodded to Liu Daqiang.

"I didn't expect that spirit rice could also have infertile seeds. I've really learned something today."

Hearing this, Liu Daqiang sat down on the ground with a thud. The Liu Family had planted thousands of mu of spirit rice fields this time; if they couldn't head, the losses would be massive.

"Hmph, it must be that bastard framing me."

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him."

Knowing that the spirit rice could not head, Liu Daqiang's first reaction was to find a scapegoat, and this scapegoat naturally had to be Zhao Mo.

Xiao Ji Village.

Zhao Mo looked at Liu Daqiang, who had come alone, and couldn't help but smile. He didn't know where Liu Daqiang got the nerve.

"You, why did you frame me?"

Zhao Mo held the iron stake in his hand, "What frame you? I don't understand what you're talking about."

Liu Daqiang came up and grabbed Zhao Mo by the collar, "Your bullshit hybrid spirit rice has problems; it cannot head or produce rice."

Zhao Mo pushed Liu Daqiang's hand away.

"What are you saying? When did I ever sell spirit rice seeds to you?"

"What I sold was spirit rice."

Liu Daqiang was stunned; this line sounded so familiar.

"Hmph, what kind of spirit rice sells for one Low-Grade Spirit Stone per jin? You clearly sold spirit rice seeds."

Zhao Mo said, "Evidence? Do you have evidence?"

"At that time, I confirmed with you repeatedly whether you were buying spirit rice to eat, and you confirmed it."

This flavor was even more familiar. Upon thinking about it, wasn't this what he had said? Liu Daqiang became even angrier.

"Stop talking nonsense. You dare to frame me?"

"Are you fucking looking for death?"

Seeing that Liu Daqiang wanted to make a move, Zhao Mo directly pressed down on his shoulder, held the iron stake against his throat, and simultaneously released his Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivation base.

"Do you believe I'll run you through with this stake?"

Because the Worm Demon carapaces were tough, in order to break their defenses, Zhao Mo had naturally sharpened the iron stake to be extremely sharp. The pointed tip seemed as if it were really going to pierce Liu Daqiang to death.

"Qi Refining Seventh Layer?"

Liu Daqiang was stunned. He only now realized Zhao Mo's cultivation base. If he had known, he would have brought two more people.

"I believe, I believe! Move your hand away, it hurts, it hurts~"

It turned out that the tip of Zhao Mo's iron stake had pierced his skin.

"What I sold to you was hybrid spirit rice, and what you sold to others was divine rice. Therefore, divine rice and hybrid spirit rice have nothing to do with each other, right?"

"Ah?" Liu Daqiang was stunned. It was only when he felt the coldness on his neck that he reacted.

"Yes, yes, yes, they have nothing to do with each other. Senior Brother Zhao's hybrid spirit rice was all eaten by me; it was definitely not sold."

Zhao Mo then loosened his grip on the iron stake.

"Hmm, that's it. You can go."

Actually, Zhao Mo wanted to kill Liu Daqiang directly, but unfortunately, the Liu Family was a large clan in the Xuan Sect, and his father was a Golden Core True Person. Killing Liu Daqiang would not solve any problems and would instead bring greater danger.

As time passed, more and more people realized that the divine rice they bought at the rice shop could not head. The matter grew bigger and bigger, and a large number of people gathered in front of the rice shop every day to demand justice.

What gave Zhao Mo a headache was that some brainless people also came to cause trouble for him, and the person leading them was actually Luo Yan.

"Zhao Mo, you must compensate me for my losses."

"What losses? I never charge for sleeping."

Luo Yan said, "You are shameless."

"Stop changing the subject. All the spirit rice you sold won't head, causing me to have no harvest this year. Are you not going to compensate me?"