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

Chapter 2 Automatic Fishing Rod

The back room is where the spiritual grain is placed. In addition to a basket of new grain, there are also reserved seeds and a little old rice.

Xia Chen immediately came to his senses. Could it be that he had encountered a calamity cultivator?

In the past, after the autumn harvest, there would be some robbers who would rob the spiritual farmers of the spiritual grains that had just been harvested.

After all, the spiritual farmers living in the shanty towns in the wilderness generally have low levels of cultivation and basically do not have space magic tools such as storage bags.

Therefore, the spiritual grains that have just been harvested are most likely to be plundered.

"This year, the grain production has decreased, and we are already hungry. Now we have encountered the robbery repair. How can we survive?"

Xia Chen was shocked and angry, so he quietly went to the back room.

I saw a masked monk quietly taking out a storage bag, and all the spiritual grains and rice were sucked in in an instant.

The robber cultivator had a keen sense of consciousness. Seeing that his master had noticed, he said in a hoarse voice: "With only this little spiritual grain, you are such a poor bastard! Get out of here! Don't force me to kill people!"

After saying that, he took out a short sword that was more than a foot long, crystal yellow in color, with a few black spots on it.

The sword energy was sharp and cold, and it was obviously a low-grade magical weapon.

"Stealing things and being so arrogant!"

Xia Chen laughed in anger, and immediately stretched out his right palm, and a flashlight appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, a beam of light shot out, shining brightly.

The body of the Tribulation Cultivator, who was about seven feet tall, dropped rapidly under the illumination of this light.

In just a few breaths, it became almost the size of a cockroach.

"How...how is it possible!"

Jie Xiu only felt a strong light coming at him, and then he found that everything around him was getting bigger and bigger, while his body was getting smaller and smaller.

The young man in front of him was like an ancient giant, towering like a mountain, exuding an aura as vast as the ocean.

The panic in his heart was beyond words.

"This must be an illusion!"

Jie Xiu forced himself to calm down, and swung the dagger in his hand to chop at the giant in front of him.

The dagger was sharp and turned into a beam of light.

But in the end, it was just like that small thorn, sinking into the thick gray cotton cloth and unable to go any further.

Looking at the insect-like Tribulation Cultivator, Xia Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.

This shrinking lamp is truly amazing. Not only its size and weight, but even the magic power in the Dantian has shrunk.

In terms of combat power, the "little man" in front of him is probably not as good as the clouded longhorn beetle in the field.

This is only an E-class shrinking lamp. If it were a D-class, it could probably shrink even a great monk in the foundation-building stage!
Xia Chen held a golden needle between his fingers and waved it lightly. A ray of golden light shot out and immediately pierced the panicked cultivator on the ground, ending his life.

This flying needle technique is one of the essential spells for spiritual farmers. It can be used to eliminate larger evil insects in the spiritual fields, such as cloud-spotted longhorn beetles, cutworms, red-gold locusts, etc.

When the shrinking lamp was used again to illuminate the cockroach-sized body of Jie Xiu on the ground, it suddenly grew larger and returned to its original size. There was a bloody hole on its chest, from which blood oozed out.

The shrinking lamp in his hand also turned into light rain and disappeared at this moment.

"It would be great if it was a permanent item!"

This made Xia Chen feel very sorry.

Then he took off the mask on Jie Xiu's face and couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.

He knew this person, Tian Feng, an outer disciple of Tianyan Sect, who was at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He became a spiritual farmer at the same time as the original owner, so he had some memories of him.

They just live in the shantytown of Wu, which is thirty miles away.

The wasteland is vast, and the spiritual fields are endless, dotted around the Cuiwei Mountains like stars surrounding the moon.

Because there were so many spiritual farmers and they were difficult to manage, the Immortal Sect divided the mountains into twelve shantytowns on all sides and arranged them in the order of the Earthly Branches.

Xia Chen is located in the Xu-shaped shantytown.

I had heard before that Lingtian in the Wuzihao shantytown suffered a locust plague and suffered heavy losses.

This time, Tian Feng took a desperate risk and came out to rob the spiritual rice, apparently in order to collect enough rent for the sect.

Xia Chen picked up a storage bag scattered nearby and probed his spiritual sense into it. As expected, he found spiritual grains, new grains and old rice piled up inside. A rough estimate showed that there were about 700 kilograms. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

It seems that Tian Feng hasn't robbed many houses yet.

In addition to the spiritual valley, there is also a low-grade magic sword on the ground.

Xia Chen couldn't let it go. The original owner was just a small spiritual farmer in Tianyan Xianzong. He cultivated spiritual fields for several years and used the accumulated spiritual stones to buy some low-level talismans, such as amulets, detoxification talismans, golden light talismans, etc.

As for magical instruments, I don't have any.

The corpse is easy to deal with. Drag it out, find a remote place, and use a corpse-dissolving talisman to be done with it.

With the spiritual grain delivered to my door, I don’t have to worry about food for the time being.

In the following period of time, Xia Chen continued to practice. He had just entered the third level of Qi Refining and still needed to consolidate his practice.

Ten days passed in a flash, and soon it was time to draw the props.

[Congratulations to the host for drawing the automatic fishing rod]

A fishing rod appeared on the panel.

What is different from ordinary fishing rods is that the hook of this fishing rod is actually something similar to a glove. It is yellow all over, with bared fangs and claws, and looks very strange.

[Item name]: Automatic fishing rod (permanent).

[Level]: E (upgradable!)
【Function】: Just put the fishhook in the water, it will automatically find the fish and catch it.

"This item is the favorite of fishermen, but it seems to be of no use for cultivation..."

Xia Chen frowned slightly.

Many of Fat Blue's props are amazing, but quite a few of them are useless. After all, it is a parenting robot.

"No, this fishing rod is an E-level item, maybe it can catch spirit fish!"

Xia Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him, so he immediately made some preparations and went out to fish for spirit fish.

There is a clear spring river on the outskirts of Cuiwei Mountain Range, which is dozens of miles long. The river water absorbs the spiritual energy overflowing from the mountains and breeds many spiritual fish.

After finding a secluded place, Xia Chen took out a bag of bait, threw it into the river, and started to make a nest.

The bait for nesting is not ordinary either. It is made by mixing spiritual bran with golden nematodes, red-chain earthworms and other magical insects. It is very attractive to spiritual fish.

However, spirit fish are different from ordinary fish. They are more intelligent, very alert and difficult to catch.

Many monks raise spiritual birds such as ospreys to capture them.

If you use traditional fishing methods, it is common to catch nothing, and you are lucky if you can catch one or two fish a day.

Xia Chen took out the automatic fishing rod he had just drawn and threw the gloves out.

After entering the water, Huangshou instantly became active, swimming around in the river, searching for traces of fish.

After about a cup of tea, the bamboo pole suddenly bent and the fishing line became straight.

Xia Chen quickly lifted the rod, and saw a glove holding a fish leaping out of the water, splashing water.

The fish was only two fingers long, with a faint aura flowing all over its body, as if it was carved from a piece of beautiful jade.

"Yes, it is actually a white jade crucian carp."

Xia Chen was a little surprised.

White jade crucian carp is a common fish, and it tastes very delicious when stewed into fish soup.

In the next half day, the automatic fishing rod caught fish one after another, but most of them were ordinary fish, and spirit fish were only a few.

Xia Chen casually threw an ordinary fish into the river, then looked up at the sky, only to see the golden crows setting in the west and the birds returning to the forest.

"Seven spirit fish, that's enough!"

He then put away the automatic fishing rod and put it into the treasure bag.

Afterwards, he rushed towards Cuiwei Mountain Market.

One hundred years ago, an old ancestor of the Tianyan Immortal Sect used his great magical powers to cut off the top of a mountain in the Cuiwei Mountains and built a market there to facilitate transactions for thousands of outer disciples nearby.

The mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, with peaks rising one after another and acres of terraced fields dotted among them like stars.

There are monks taking care of the fields, either bringing rain, loosening the soil, or removing insects.

There is a second-level spiritual vein hidden in Cuiwei Mountain, and the spiritual energy there is many times richer than that of the wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

The spiritual fields here are basically medium-grade spiritual fields, or even high-grade spiritual fields.

Generally, precious medicinal herbs and fruits are grown here, such as firefly moon grass, silver leaf ephedra, seven leaf blood ganoderma, red cloud fruit, etc.

Only the cultivators here can be called spiritual plant husbands. Both their status and cultivation are much higher than those spiritual farmers in the wasteland who can only grow spiritual grains.

(End of this chapter)