47: Chapter 47 People from Song

What kind of seeds are these? They are completely miniature versions of a Flying Sword.

The color of these Flying Swords is like jade marrow, and in the center of the jade marrow is a green plant; looking closely, it is actually a miniature spirit plant.

"Could this be the green core mentioned in the planting method?"

Zhao Mo wondered curiously.

"It is a pity that I do not know what this golden marrow fruit is useful for. How does it compare to the golden gang fruit?"

"Coming from the System, it should not be an ordinary item, right? It just so happens that I have to go to Spiritual Plant Peak tomorrow to deliver the golden gang fruit, so I will ask Senior Brother Tong by the way."

...

Spiritual Plant Peak.

The entire mountain is planted with spirit plants, and busy Disciples are everywhere.

Zhao Mo had just arrived at the mountainside riding on clouds and mist when he saw Tong Weiping.

"Hahaha, counting the days, I knew you would arrive soon."

"That is why I did not go anywhere and stayed on the peak specifically to wait for you."

"You truly did not disappoint me."

Zhao Mo was flattered; he did not expect Tong Weiping to elevate him to such a high position.

"How could I dare to trouble Senior Brother Tong so much? You are shaming this Junior."

"Eh, you deserve it."

"You are better than these pieces of trash. If they could Cultivate hybrid spirit rice and mutated white orchid fruit, I would treat them the same."

"Unfortunately, do they have that ability?"

Although Tong Weiping's words were not very loud, they rang in the ears of every Disciple on Spiritual Plant Peak.

The Xuan Sect Disciples who were originally tending to the spirit plants in the spirit fields bowed their waists even lower, fearing being caught in the act by Tong Weiping.

This situation left Zhao Mo unable to laugh or cry. He looked at Tong Weiping with melancholy eyes; how much hatred was this causing for him?

"Let's go, let's go."

"Tell me, how was the harvest of the golden gang fruit?"

"Are there any difficulties I can help you solve?"

Tong Weiping grabbed Zhao Mo's hand, clouds sprouted beneath his feet, and he took Zhao Mo back to the main hall on Spiritual Plant Peak.

"Many thanks for your concern, Elder."

"There are no difficulties; it is going quite well."

"This is one thousand and eighty catties of golden gang fruit; I have come specifically to deliver it."

Tong Weiping looked at the jade box Zhao Mo took out and nodded repeatedly.

"Good, very good."

"Do not call me Elder in the future; it is too distant. You and I can address each other as Senior Brother."

"As fellow Xuan Sect Cultivators, and both being people who love planting spirit plants, this is truly rare."

"Yes, Senior Brother Tong."

Zhao Mo said without hesitation.

"Good, good, good. You truly have a genuine personality."

Tong Weiping was even happier.

After chatting for a while about Tianfeng Valley, Zhao Mo interjected and asked: "I wonder if Senior Brother Tong knows about the golden marrow fruit?"

Tong Weiping looked at Zhao Mo strangely.

"How do you know about the golden marrow fruit?"

Zhao Mo said: "Senior Brother Tong knows about it?"

Tong Weiping nodded.

"This is a specialty of the Iron Sword Sect. I heard that this fruit looks like jade marrow on the outside and contains metal-attribute essence on the inside. After consuming it, it not only helps the Cultivator temper their physique, but also aids in the cultivation of the Dao of the sword."

Zhao Mo asked again: "How does it compare to the golden gang fruit?"

Tong Weiping said: "The effects of the two are roughly equivalent."

Zhao Mo was a little disappointed.

"However, the yield of the golden marrow fruit is ten times that of the golden gang fruit, and the golden marrow fruit is not limited to those with a single metal-attribute Spiritual Root. As long as one has a metal-attribute Spiritual Root, they can consume it," Tong Weiping added.

Then his eyes dimmed.

"Unfortunately, this is an unspoken secret of the Iron Sword Sect. The Xuan Sect once had a Nascent Soul Ancestor who went to great lengths to steal a massive amount of golden marrow fruit from Iron Sword Mountain, wanting to return to the Xuan Sect to plant them, but unfortunately, not a single one survived. Since then, the spirit plant Cultivators of the Xuan Sect gave up on the idea of planting golden marrow fruit and switched to using the golden gang fruit as a substitute, until now."

"Wait, why are you so concerned about the golden marrow fruit?"

"Could it be?"

Tong Weiping looked at Zhao Mo with joy.

How could Zhao Mo know that Tong Weiping would react so quickly?

But who knows if the golden marrow fruit can be cultivated?

He dared not admit it casually, so he could only laugh it off: "I was just asking casually."

"If even a Nascent Soul Ancestor could not succeed, how could a small Cultivator at the Golden Core Stage like me succeed?"

Tong Weiping nodded disappointedly.

"That is true."

At this time, the attendant outside said: "Elder, the spirit meal is ready."

The two had their meal, which goes without saying.

...

"Turn."

"Exert some effort!"

Zhao Mo pressed down on the plow with his right hand, while holding the nose rope and the ox-driving whip in his left hand.

Ox Martial stretched his head out long, using all his strength.

However, the land that had grown golden gang fruit for a year was obviously firmer, and it was more strenuous to plow than last year.

"Hu hu hu~"

Man and ox were panting heavily.

And of the thirty-six mu of spirit fields, only one-third had just been plowed.

"According to the planting requirements for the golden marrow fruit, this spirit field needs to be plowed one and a half feet deep."

It also requires building ridges half a foot high. If it were a normal spirit field, that would be fine, but here in Tianfeng Valley, these requirements became a major difficulty.

【You have completed plowing the spirit field, Experience + 20.】

After finishing the plowing, Ox Martial lay down directly. It was truly too tired; it couldn't even stand to contemplate the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture.

Zhao Mo held his waist; the magic power in his body had also been drained dry, not a drop left.

If it weren't for a breath of energy holding him up, he estimated he would have lain down just like Ox Martial.

The third-grade spirit field is terrifying.

Not long after the spirit fields were plowed, the entire land was covered by heavy snow, and Zhao Mo also began his long vacation.

Cultivation is lonely, and farming is too.

Man and ox looked at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, each with their own thoughts.

"The second volume of the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture has been comprehended, and I can Cultivate to the Great Demon Realm. Can I retreat now?"

If it were before, Ox Martial would have persevered no matter what; it would not have gone back without thoroughly comprehending the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture.

But now it had lost its nerve. It had plowed the third-grade spirit fields twice in a row, and each time it was tired to the point of death. Ox Martial was truly afraid it would be worked to death here.

"There is no time to lose; I will leave tonight."

Ox Martial's Demonic Qi had completely disappeared, and now it had instead cultivated a body of magic power.

Although its strength was only at the Qi Refining Stage, losing the Demonic Qi meant it had no Demonic Qi.

It was now no different from the Spirit Beasts in Spirit Beast Valley and could travel freely in the Xuan Sect.

This was the key to its plan to slip away.

Night.

The wind and snow grew heavier.

Ox Martial bit through the rope on the iron ring and secretly slipped out of Tianfeng Valley.

Early the next morning, Zhao Mo looked at the empty ox shed, not knowing what to say.

"Run? Where can you run to?"

"Sigh! What a silly ox."

What Ox Martial did not know was that as its comprehension of the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture deepened, Zhao Mo's control over the ox tether was the same.

Although he did not know why he could not refine the ox tether and the ox-driving whip before, it was a fact that his control had inexplicably strengthened now.

For example, right now, Zhao Mo clearly sensed the location of the ox tether. It was in a cave a hundred miles away.

"Forget it, if you want to go out and play, then go."

"As long as you know to come back when it is busy farming season, that is fine."

"It even saves me some spirit rice straw, which is great."

Zhao Mo lay on a reclining chair, with enlightenment spirit wine warming next to him and hybrid spirit rice cooking in the pot; it was indescribably comfortable.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Mo looked at the person kneeling in front of him and frowned.

"Worldly relatives?"

"Song State?"

"Looking for me?"

"Are you sure there is no mistake?"

This was a guest-reception Disciple of the Xuan Sect who had come specifically to Tianfeng Valley to find Zhao Mo, saying that he had worldly relatives looking for him.