44: Chapter 44 Special Level 3 Spirit Field

"You didn't know, did you? Tianfeng Valley is the only Rank 3 spiritual field in the Xuan Sect."

"Huh? How is that possible?" Zhao Mo was a bit skeptical and felt a little flustered.

"Aren't spiritual fields divided into Ranks 1 through 9? As a sect with ten thousand years of history, how could the Xuan Sect only have a Rank 3 spiritual field?"

Ding Xin glared at Zhao Mo. "You really are..." "Farming until you've gone stupid."

"Apart from Ranks 1, 2, and 3, all other Ranks of spiritual fields need to be cultivated by the Spiritual Planters themselves. There hasn't been any news of natural Rank 4 spiritual fields in this world."

"Cultivated by ourselves?" Zhao Mo was stunned. "You mean these high-Rank spiritual fields have to be cultivated by us? I thought they were natural." "But how do we Cultivate them?"

Ding Xin shook his head. "How would I know? You'll have to ask the Nascent Soul True Lords of the Xuan Sect for that."

"I heard that if you haven't reached the Nascent Soul Realm, you can't even farm a Rank 4 spiritual field, even if you had one."

"Pfft, I don't believe it." "How could there be a spiritual field that you can't farm?"

The two chatted while watching the sea of clouds receding behind them.

It takes more than half a day to travel from Wang Town to Tianfeng Valley, even by flying boat; the distance is conservatively over a thousand miles.

"We're here." Zhao Mo pointed to the circular mountain in the distance.

"You?" "Do you want to Cultivate here?"

Ding Xin said, "In your dreams." "I just came to see where Tianfeng Valley is located." "Besides, I've already agreed with my little sister to go Cultivate at her place recently." "I'll come find you after I achieve a Breakthrough to the Golden Core, and I'll give you a surprise then."

For some reason, hearing that Ding Xin was going into seclusion made Zhao Mo feel empty inside. He hurriedly pushed these messy thoughts out of his mind; he must establish a correct outlook on life.

"I'm leaving." After unloading Zhao Mo's things from the flying boat, Ding Xin said.

"Mm, I wish you an early Breakthrough to the Golden Core, Immortal Master Ding." Zhao Mo patted Ding Xin on the shoulder.

When he turned his head again, Ding Xin's eyes were actually glistening with tears. "You really are a blockhead."

After saying that, Ding Xin jumped onto the flying boat and left immediately. Zhao Mo was left behind, completely confused. "That phrase doesn't seem appropriate for this occasion, does it?"

"Could it be that Ding Xin is a girl?" Zhao Mo had his first suspicion.

Nearby, Ox Martial, who was Cultivating in secret, felt heavy-hearted. "This idiot has finally realized it. I need to hurry up and Cultivate, otherwise, the little beauty won't be safe."

Just after setting up his newly purchased Leisurely Residence, Zhao Mo took out his Magical Artifact and headed to the spiritual field. Winter was approaching, and no matter what, this spiritual field needed to be plowed in advance.

Bang. "Damn it." Zhao Mo's hand gripping the Iron Shovel was numbed by the vibration.

With his cultivation at the Peak of the first layer of the Golden Core, and holding a Rank 9 Magical Artifact, he couldn't even dig through the soil of the spiritual field with a single shovel strike.

"What kind of soil is this?" "How is it so hard?" Zhao Mo was dumbfounded. Let alone plowing, even if he tried to dig it one shovel at a time, he couldn't move it.

Bang, bang, bang. Unwilling to give up, Zhao Mo tried several different spots, but the result was the same. He now roughly understood why no one was farming this unique Rank 3 spiritual field.

While Zhao Mo was at a loss, a white cloud drifted over. "Is this True Person Mo?"

The person on the white cloud was barely five feet tall, barefoot, and looked carefree. Zhao Mo didn't recognize him, but he could sense from his cultivation that this was a Nascent Soul True Lord.

"May I ask which True Lord you are?" "Oh, this old man is called Tong Weiping, people usually call me True Lord Tong, and I am currently an Elder of the Spiritual Plant Peak." "Elder Tong."

Tong Weiping looked at the spiritual field beneath his feet, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "This spiritual field finally has someone to farm it again; it won't go to waste." "Come, come, let me explain it to you."

"This is a Rank 3 spiritual field. Because the Spiritual Qi in the soil is thick, Spells are completely useless against it." "Also, for some reason, this spiritual field has been polluted by metal-type Spiritual Qi, causing it to harden to the point that it's no less hard than ordinary refined iron."

"So, it is very strenuous to farm." "Do you see the lake over there?" Zhao Mo nodded.

"You must first use the Water Spirit Art to summon the Water Spirits to irrigate the spiritual field, and only then will you be able to dig this soil." "By the way, what is your Spiritual Root? Can you use the Water Spirit Art?"

Zhao Mo: "Five Elements Spiritual Root. What is the Water Spirit Art?" Tong Weiping waved his hand, sending a beam of white light into Zhao Mo's mind. "This is the Water Spirit Art."

"By the way, because the metal-type Spiritual Qi in this spiritual field is too heavy, you can only plant golden gang fruit." "And the most important thing is, because you were punished by the Sect Master to be here, all the harvest from the spiritual field must be handed over."

"Back when I planted golden gang fruit here, the yield per mu was thirty catties, so the golden gang fruit to be handed over annually for these thirty-six mu of spiritual fields is one thousand and eighty catties." "Not a catty less, not a catty more." "You~" "Did you hear clearly?"

Zhao Mo understood instantly, looking at Tong Weiping with mutual understanding. "Yes, please rest assured, Elder Tong, one thousand and eighty catties, not a catty more, not a catty less."

Tong Weiping showed a satisfied smile. "Mm, these are the seeds of the golden gang fruit." "If you have any questions, you can come to Spiritual Plant Peak to find me." "Many thanks, True Lord."

After thanking him, Zhao Mo took a bag of seeds that looked like peanuts from Tong Weiping's hand. After explaining everything clearly, Tong Weiping drove his cloud away.

"Water Spirit Art?" Zhao Mo carefully read the content in his mind. Regarding Spells, Zhao Mo was like a teenager on Blue Star dealing with video games; although he had never studied them, he could pick them up immediately. One could only say his talent was quite high.

"Water Spirit Art." Zhao Mo stood by the lake, forming a seal with both hands. As his magic power flowed out, Zhao Mo seemed to feel a group of soft, cute little spirits. With a thought, those little spirits entered the spiritual field according to Zhao Mo's request.

From a distance, it looked like Zhao Mo was forming a seal, and a blue water Dragon flew directly from the lake into the spiritual field.

For the thirty-six mu of spiritual fields, Zhao Mo continuously cast the Water Spirit Art for three hours. The magic power in his Dantian was almost bottoming out when Zhao Mo finally heard the prompt from the System.

【You have completed watering the spiritual field, Experience + 20.】

"Oh, wow, this stingy ghost actually increased the experience points."

You must know that whether it was a Rank 1 spiritual field or a Rank 2 spiritual field, no matter how much or how little work there was in the spiritual field, the experience points given by the System were always ten. Zhao Mo originally thought this experience value was constant. He didn't expect it to increase when farming this Rank 3 spiritual field, which gave Zhao Mo a feeling of an unexpected harvest.

After the spiritual field had been soaked in water for three days, Zhao Mo pulled Ox Martial into the spiritual field. "Let's go, old buddy." Zhao Mo waved the ox-driving whip. Ox Martial was full of joy, finally starting to plow the field again.

"Move, you." When they reached the spiritual field, Ox Martial exerted its usual strength, but the plow didn't move at all. It thought Zhao Mo was playing tricks, so it turned back to look at Zhao Mo. As it turned out, Zhao Mo was honestly holding the plow, looking at it with a confused face. Ox Martial: "Hmm?"

Then it used all its might. The rope on the ox's head tightened instantly. One step. The plow finally moved a little. With a bang, the rope snapped. Zhao Mo sat down in the mud, and Ox Martial also plunged into the mud in front. The Rank 3 spiritual field, even after being soaked by the Water Spirits for three days, remained as hard as iron.