Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp.

Chapter 1 Shrinking Lights

The outskirts of Tianyan Immortal Sect, the wasteland.

Xia Chen moved baskets of golden spiritual grains to the front of the house and arranged them neatly.

As a spiritual farmer of the Tianyan Sect, he is responsible for reclaiming ten acres of spiritual fields in the wasteland. Today is the day to hand over the spiritual grain to the sect.

At noon, a middle-aged monk came leisurely riding a green ox in the distance.

The blue ox has shiny fur like silk, a sturdy, strong and powerful body, sharp horns on its huge head, and many brown animal skin bags hanging on its body.

"Hello, Senior Brother Yue!"

Xia Chen hurried forward to greet him.

Yue Qing is the deacon disciple of the Sinong Hall of the Tianyan Immortal Sect, and is specifically responsible for the confiscation of spiritual grains in this area.

Yue Qing jumped off the green ox and took out a booklet called "Cuiwei Mountain Spiritual Field Book". After looking through it, he said:
"Xia Chen, an outer sect disciple, you must cultivate ten mu of land in the wasteland and pay two thousand kilograms of grain."

After closing the book, Yue Qing casually grabbed a handful of spiritual grains from a basket, rubbed off the husks, and said:
"Junior Brother Xia, normal golden pearl rice is round like pearls, with a bright color and rich spiritual energy, but the golden pearl rice you planted is dull in color, and many of them are a bit dry and flat. The quality can only be considered inferior, which does not meet the sect's grain collection requirements!"

"This year, insect pests are serious. Rice stink bugs and other monster insects are rampant, causing a reduction in the production of spiritual grain and a decline in quality. I hope that you will be more tolerant!"

Xia Chen calmly took out a bag of broken spirit stones.

Yue Qing shook the weight, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "I also know how difficult it is for you. Well, the quality of this spiritual valley is considered to be below average!"

Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief. The middle and lower grades could barely be considered good quality, meeting the minimum requirements for collecting rent at Sinong Palace. He immediately bowed and smiled, "Thank you, senior brother, for your tolerance!"

Yue Qing nodded and began to count the weight.

After confirming that everything was correct, he took out a hide bag from the green ox, chanted the mantra, and all the baskets of spiritual grains present were instantly sucked in by a huge suction force.

"Storage bags!"

Xia Chen's breathing became a little rapid.

This is a space magic weapon, which is usually made of monster skins and supplemented by the Sumeru mustard seed formation. After refining, it can form an independent space.

Of course, the storage bags used by the Sinong Palace are not of high quality. Although the internal space is large, it is unstable and requires frequent maintenance and repairs. They are generally only used to collect spiritual grains.

As he was sighing, Xia Chen suddenly saw a white color among the many storage bags hanging on Qingniu.

Looking closely, it was a semicircular bag, the size of a palm, and completely white.

Xia Chen asked curiously: "Senior Brother Yue, is this also a storage bag?"

Yue Qing was collecting spiritual grains. Hearing this, he turned around and looked at it. He smiled and said, "I found this storage bag by chance a few days ago. The storage space inside is only half a square meter. But the material of this storage bag is quite good. It should be a defective product refined by an inner sect disciple. If you want it, I will sell it to you for 15 low-grade spiritual stones!"

"Only half a square?"

Xia Chen was a little surprised. He had never heard of such a small storage bag. No wonder Senior Brother Yue would sell it.

However, he always had a special feeling about this white storage bag. After thinking for a while, he took out a talisman and said:
"Brother, I am only an outer sect disciple. The spiritual grain harvest is poor this year. How can I afford fifteen low-grade spiritual stones? This amulet is my most valuable treasure, worth nine low-grade spiritual stones. If you don't mind, I am willing to exchange it for you!"

Yue Qing thought in his heart that although this white storage bag looked good, the space was so small that it couldn't even hold a magic sword. It could only hold some scattered spirit stones and pills. It was almost the same as an ordinary large cloth bag and was useless.

What's more, he is the deacon of the Sinong Palace. He has nothing else but a lot of storage bags.

He nodded and threw the white storage bag over, saying, "Well, it's not easy for you, so I'll give it to you!"

Xia Chen was delighted and quickly handed over the amulet.

Afterwards, Yue Qing rode away on his cow and continued to collect spiritual grains from other places.

Xia Chen turned and walked into the bamboo house. He saw that the interior was very simply decorated with just a bamboo bed, a bamboo table and a few bamboo stools. In the innermost part was a basket of spiritual grains that had just been harvested.

Normally, one acre of spiritual field can produce 300 kilograms of spiritual grain.

The sect requires 200 kilograms of spiritual grain per acre, which is close to a 70:30 ratio.

If there are more spiritual fields planted, the spiritual farmers can sell them and still have a lot of surplus.

However, this year, due to the rampant infestation of evil insects such as rice bugs, the yield of spiritual grains in the fields has been reduced. After handing them over to the sect and selecting the seeds, only more than 100 kilograms of poor quality dry and flat rice were left.

The spiritual field planted by Xia Chen was of inferior quality, with weak spiritual energy and ordinary soil, and could only sustain one harvest a year.

What's even worse is that one pound of grain produces eight ounces of rice, so these pure rice can only last for two months.

"I didn't expect that after traveling through time, I couldn't even afford to eat!"

Xia Chen shook his head, somewhat helpless.

He wouldn't starve to death, as he could still eat ordinary rice, but without the nourishment of spiritual rice, it was already good enough to barely maintain his cultivation and not regress. It would be extremely difficult to make further progress. He took out the white storage bag he had just obtained from the transaction, touched it gently, and found it to be soft and delicate, like silk.

"Looking at the shape, it does look a bit like Fatty Blue's treasure bag!" Xia Chen muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white pocket in his hand instantly turned into a green digital torrent and rushed into his body.

"Ding!"

A voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Congratulations to the host for opening the Treasure Bag System!"

Xia Chen was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with surprise.

system!

A must-have for time travelers! Late but here we are!

I didn't expect that my system would arrive in this way.

And it seems to be related to the blue fat man's treasure bag.

You know, the blue fat man’s treasure bag contains many causal props, which can reverse time and space, manipulate laws, and open up the world.

[Are you interested in picking up items?]

The system's voice was childish and cheerful, and was surprisingly similar to the blue fat man in his memory.

"Extract!" he said decisively.

[Congratulations on winning the "Shrinking Light (Fragment*1)"]

Then, an illusory panel appeared in front of Xia Chen, showing a very distinctive flashlight.

Then, data appeared on it.

[Item name]: Shrink lamp (fragment)!
[Item Level]: E (cannot be upgraded)

[Function of prop]: Use its light to reduce the size and weight of an object. Shine it again and it will return to its original state. If you don't continue to shine it, it will return to its original state after a quarter of an hour.

“It’s actually a shrinking lamp!”

Xia Chen showed a look of joy, this was one of the blue fat man's commonly used props, it had an incredible function and could shrink everything.

"But what's up with the item levels and fragments?"

After some investigation, he had a preliminary understanding of this treasure bag system.

First of all, he cannot take props from the treasure bag at will. He can only draw again every ten days, and the props are random.

Each item has a grade, with the lowest being F grade and the highest being S grade.

For example, an F-class shrinking light can only shrink a house, but an S-class shrinking light can shrink a huge mountain.

The power of some items can be increased by upgrading, but it costs corresponding spirit stones!
Finally, there are the types of props, which are divided into three types: permanent, fragmentary, and limited.

Permanent props can be used all the time.

Time-limited props must be used within a specified time, with no limit on the number of times, and will automatically disappear when the time is up.

As for the prop fragments, they can only be used once and will disappear after use.

However, three different item fragments can be combined into a new permanent item.

This is somewhat similar to the skin setting of the previous life's League.

"It's a pity that the shrinking lamp I won this time is a fragment and can't be used permanently!"

Xia Chen felt a little sorry.

As for the shrinking lamp, I don’t plan to take it out for the time being to avoid waste.

At night, the moon is dim and the stars are dim, with the croaking of frogs and chirping of insects all around.

Xia Chen finished his meditation and prepared to rest.

I had just fallen into a half-sleep when I suddenly heard some strange noises coming from the back room.

(End of this chapter)