58: Chapter 58 From this day forward, Tianfeng Valley will belong to the Zhao family.

Tong Weiping looked at these Spiritual Planters; most of them were Nascent Soul True Lords.

Then he continued, "But we cannot let True Person Mo be disheartened."

"Think about the hybrid spirit rice. With the rewards the Sect gave, if it were you, who wouldn't feel chilled to the bone?"

"Therefore, I have decided to ask you all to accompany me to Heavenly Pillar Mountain to demand rewards on behalf of True Person Mo."

"I wonder what reward True Lord Weiping wants?" someone among the Spiritual Planters asked.

Tong Weiping looked at these people; members of the Liu clan made up a small portion.

"The thirty-six mu of third-grade spirit fields in Tianfeng Valley."

"Impossible."

Sure enough, as soon as Tong Weiping finished speaking, someone objected.

Xuan Sect only had those thirty-six mu of third-grade spirit fields left in Tianfeng Valley. Although they were contaminated by metal-attribute Spiritual Qi for some reason, that was in the past.

Now that it was confirmed they could grow golden marrow fruit, Tianfeng Valley had become top-tier fertile land.

As such, how could it be given to Zhao Mo, a Golden Core True Person?

"Who objects?" Tong Weiping glared at the crowd and shouted angrily.

"I object!"

"Liu Yaoyang, True Lord Yaoyang, is it?"

"You can leave."

Tong Weiping directly issued an order to leave.

"On what grounds?"

Tong Weiping gave a cold smile,

"On the grounds that I am the Peak Master of Spiritual Plant Peak, and on the grounds that the cultivation method for golden marrow fruit is currently in my hands."

"You ask me on what grounds? I'd like to ask you why you're here? What do you want to do?"

"Get the hell out of here."

Tong Weiping pointed at Liu Yaoyang, showing no mercy.

"You?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I want to see just how long you can remain so arrogant!" Liu Yaoyang left a harsh remark and rode a cloud away from Spiritual Plant Peak.

As for the other Nascent Soul True Lords from the Liu clan, they stood there stiffly as if they didn't know Liu Yaoyang, neither agreeing nor objecting.

"Any more objections?"

"Good then."

"Come, come, come. This is a Heavenly Dao Contract. Once signed, you can take away a hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, the cultivation method for golden marrow fruit, and ten jin of golden marrow fruit on the spot."

Tong Weiping was well-prepared and took out a Heavenly Dao Contract.

The general meaning was that I, so-and-so True Lord, support and unconditionally agree that Xuan Sect should give Tianfeng Valley and its third-grade spirit fields to Zhao Mo as a reward for his contribution to the Xuan Sect.

Holding the Heavenly Dao Contract, the many Nascent Soul True Lords looked at each other.

One of the Nascent Soul True Lords from the Liu clan said, "I'll sign."

Tong Weiping grabbed his hand,

"Wait a moment. First, make an oath that after obtaining the cultivation method for golden marrow fruit, you will resolutely not reveal it to anyone, or else you will be struck by divine lightning."

"Why? Since I've signed the Heavenly Dao Contract, why do I still need to make an oath? I won't do it."

Tong Weiping said, "Then you can get lost too."

"You?" That Nascent Soul True Lord from the Liu clan was enraged, staring at Tong Weiping furiously, as if harboring some dangerous thoughts.

"What? You want to make a move?"

Tong Weiping shouted loudly.

Li Feng, standing behind him, also glared at the right moment.

As a Nascent Soul Eighth Layer and a rare Sword Cultivator in the Xuan Sect, once Li Feng stood up for Tong Weiping, some Nascent Soul True Lords instantly quelled their improper thoughts.

"Get out, you don't have a chance anymore."

Tong Weiping spoke; he was incredibly assertive now, completely unaware of how many people he had offended.

"I'll sign."

"I swear I will not reveal the cultivation method for golden marrow fruit to anyone."

The speaker swiftly signed their name on the Heavenly Dao Contract and decisively made the oath as Tong Weiping had instructed.

"Humph, True Lord Weiping, you'd better not be lying to us."

"Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death; no one will be able to save you."

At this moment, there were over a hundred Nascent Soul True Lords on Spiritual Plant Peak; basically all the Nascent Soul True Lords who were in the Xuan Sect and understood spirit plants had come.

If these hundred people attacked together, Tong Weiping would truly have no choice but to wait for death. After all, with so many Nascent Soul True Lords, even a Nascent Soul Ancestor would have to avoid their sharp edge.

"I'll sign too."

"I swear..."

With someone taking the lead, the rest went quickly.

In a short while, everyone had signed the Heavenly Dao Contract and made the oath.

Then, the many Nascent Soul True Lords rode white clouds together to Heavenly Pillar Mountain, requesting that the Xuan Sect reward Zhao Mo with Tianfeng Valley and its third-grade spirit fields.

...

"Ah~"

"That sleep was so comfortable."

Zhao Mo had no idea what had happened on Spiritual Plant Peak; he had been dead drunk and only woke up just now.

He didn't have the dizziness or headache typical of a hangover; instead, he felt refreshed, with a sense of joy as if something wonderful had happened.

"Refreshed spirit, eliminating negative emotions from cultivation—the Grade Two spirit wine 'nascent soul drunk' truly lives up to its reputation."

"Eh, this is my own Leisurely Residence. Was it Senior Brother Tong or Senior Brother Li who brought me back?"

Zhao Mo scratched his head; he had no recollection at all of how he had returned.

"I hope I didn't say anything I shouldn't have."

This feeling was terrible.

"No way, next time I won't drink this much even if it kills me."

"Oh, right, and this Storage Ring."

Accidentally touching the ring on his hand, Zhao Mo remembered that Li Feng had given him a Storage Ring.

He slowly infused his magic power into the ring, leaving his mark on the Formations within.

Layer after layer, Zhao Mo didn't know how long he had been refining it, but finally, no more Formation layers appeared.

"What kind of Storage Ring is this? It actually wasted so much of my time. Could it possibly hold the heavens themselves?" Zhao Mo grumbled.

When his consciousness entered the space within the Storage Ring, Zhao Mo was stunned, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

"Just what grade of Magical Artifact is this? To actually have such a massive space?"

In Zhao Mo's perception, the space inside this Storage Ring seemed infinitely large, so vast it was beyond words, yet he could strangely sense its boundaries.

"I really hit the jackpot."

Zhao Mo quickly transferred the items from his Storage Pouch to the Storage Ring: hybrid spirit rice, mutated white orchid fruit, enlightenment spirit wine, as well as the dozens of jin of golden gang fruit left over from last year and the golden marrow fruit produced this year.

After moving everything, only over ten thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones remained in the Storage Pouch; this was Zhao Mo's greatest wealth.

Looking at the pink Storage Pouch, Zhao Mo tucked it into his robes as if possessed, not transferring the Spirit Stones out of it.

"Sigh! I wonder what Realm Ding Xin has cultivated to by now?"

"Should I go take a look?"

Zhao Mo missed the person upon seeing the object,

On second thought, Ding Xin had only been in secluded cultivation for two years, so he gave up on the idea.

Breaking through from Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer to Golden Core takes at least ten years; people like Zhao Mo, who break through one layer of Realm per year, are rare.

...

[You have completed the clearing of the spirit field, Experience +20.]

In the spirit field, Zhao Mo wore a straw hat, surrounded by the golden jade marrow fruit seedlings he had cut down. Actually, these seedlings were two meters high, so calling them fruit trees would be more appropriate, yet they were annual spirit plants.

Planted and harvested in the same year, calling them trees didn't seem right either.

After dealing with the golden jade marrow fruit seedlings, what remained was watering, soaking the field, and plowing.

"Water Spirit Art."

Damn it, piece of trash. I really don't know how this experience is calculated. No spirit plants in the field means no experience?

Zhao Mo cursed in his heart while watering.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Guai guai~"

Zhao Mo held the ox-driving whip in one hand and pressed down on the curved plow with the other.

Ox Martial, who had grown a circle fatter, felt that life was worse than death. It didn't want to plow the spirit fields, but it didn't want to breed either.

Just then, patches of white clouds drifted across the sky.

On the white clouds, heads were bobbing; at a rough glance, there were probably dozens of Nascent Soul True Lords.

"True Person Mo, congratulations. From now on, this Tianfeng Valley will be named Zhao."