Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Chapter 16 50% increase in production, Wang Lixia's spiritual field belongs to her

The aphid incident was just an episode.

It did not cause much trouble, nor did it cause panic among the spiritual planters.

After all, it was normal for such a large spiritual field to have a few insects, and no one would associate these weak insects with the terrible insect plague.

Perhaps, except for Wang Lixia, who had been here for decades and had seen through the Qingyang Sect.

Taking care of the spiritual field and cultivating immortals were very boring. Facing the same spiritual field all year round was really annoying, but fortunately Chen Mo liked to play games in his previous life. He did the same thing over and over again for more than a year, and he didn't feel too much discomfort.

As time went by, the spiritual yellow rice in the spiritual field was tasseled day by day, and the grains were getting bigger and bigger.

But Wang Lixia never returned.

Chen Mo knew that the other party might have died in that "cave paradise".

Knowing that there is no chance of survival, he still insisted on doing it... Perhaps, this is the sorrow of the lower-level cultivators.

As the raindrops fell bit by bit, the last acre of spiritual field became moist.

Crystal clear water drops hung on the plants that were more than half a person tall, shining brightly in the morning sun.

The clouds and rain in the sky began to dissipate.

When the last drop of rain fell, two bright yellow words flashed before Chen Mo's eyes.

[Rain Spreading Technique +2]

[Rain Spreading Technique Upgrade! 】

He stood in the spiritual field, and with a thought, he opened the panel:

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Occupation: Spiritual Plant Husband (unlocked), Spiritual Cultivator (unlocked)...]

[Lifespan: 29/76]

[Cultivation: First Level of Qi Refining]

[Skill: Cultivating Qi Jue (81/100)]

[Spells:]

[Raining Technique (Mastery): 1/400]

[Flame Palm (Mastery): 33/400]

[Talent: Increased Production (Blue)]

Raining Technique lived up to expectations and finally broke through the proficiency and reached the mastery level!

Like the Flame Palm, the experience required doubled, and the difficulty of cultivation also doubled instantly.

However, this is all worth it for Chen Mo!

His eyes were focused on his only talent:

[Increase production (blue): absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the art of cloud and rain to increase the production of spiritual plants. This talent can be integrated into the art of rain and other arts, and the production of spiritual fields will increase by 50% (it has been integrated with the art of rain. You can choose whether to integrate it when casting. When this method is upgraded, the talent is also upgraded). ]

The increased production directly increased from 20% to 50%!

This means that 300 kilograms of spiritual rice can be harvested per acre of spiritual fields! 180 kilograms of which are his own!

The harvest this year alone is enough for him to earn 90 taels of spiritual sand.

From the situation on this day last year when he had to borrow the fasting pills, to now being able to harvest nearly 100 taels of spiritual sand a year, this is unimaginable for any spiritual plant husband!

Even for cultivators at the third level of Qi Refining like Wang Lixia and Xiao Changhua, in a good year, they can only get 400 kilograms at most.

Obviously, as he plants more and more fields, the harvest he will get will be higher and higher!

Just when Chen Mo was happy, a thought suddenly popped up.

‘Wang Lixia can’t come back, what about the spiritual rice in her field? ! ’

At this time, a bold idea emerged.

The spiritual plant husband died, and the corresponding spiritual field naturally belonged to management. Logically speaking, these spiritual rice should not grow, let alone pay a cent of grain!

Seeing that the five acres of land were about to mature, it would be a pity to let it go to waste.

However, with Chen Mo’s current strength, it is impossible to harvest the five acres of spiritual fields without being coveted by other spiritual plant husbands around!

After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way.

It has been one and a half months since Wang Lixia left, and it is only more than two months before the spiritual rice matures.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, remembering what the other party said when he left, and still went to Xiao Changhua with a brave face.

According to Wang Lixia, this cultivator who entered the Tao through martial arts has broken through the third level of Qi Refining. If he doesn’t deal with him, don’t think about dealing with the five acres of spiritual fields!

Chen Mo walked on the other side's ridge and soon attracted Xiao Changhua's attention.

However, even though he noticed, Chen Mo's status was not enough for him to stand up and greet him.

It was not until he came in front of Xiao Changhua that the other party opened his eyes and slowly said: "Are you looking for me?"

"Greetings, Senior Xiao!" Chen Mo clasped his hands together.

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

"Will Senior Wang come back this time?"

Xiao Changhua stood up and stared at him for a few more seconds: "What do you think?"

"I'm afraid it's more likely to be bad than good."

"A place where the immortal gate can't handle it, a group of spiritual plant husbands? What can they do?" The other party laughed contemptuously twice.

It seems that he is very disdainful of Wang Lixia's behavior that overestimates his own abilities.

But it was he who brought this fatal news to the other party!

Chen Mo naturally would not question the other party. The purpose of his trip was very clear: "Senior, if Senior Wang is sure that he cannot return, what should be done with her five acres of spiritual fields?"

Xiao Changhua turned his head to look at the acres of land not far away. The rice ears were yellowing and had already shown signs of maturity.

It was obvious that this kid in front of him, who was only at the first level of Qi Refining, had taken care of it on weekdays.

"Do you want to harvest this crop of spiritual rice?"

"There are still two months left. It would be a pity to leave them uncultivated."

"As far as I know, you already have five mu of spiritual fields, right?" When Xiao Changhua said this, his expression was a little special, and his tone was a little sarcastic.

"Yes, I have been unable to manage ten mu of spiritual fields these days. Fortunately, the senior gave me a few taels of spiritual sand, so I can barely hold on." Chen Mo continued, "My cultivation has completely stopped, but I think it is worth it to work hard for a year and save a sum of spiritual sand."

"Hehe."

Xiao Changhua sneered.

In his eyes, the other party was extremely naive!

Now he is young and in his prime, but he actually stopped practicing for more harvests.

Little did he know that practicing is like sailing against the current.

This stagnation may make it difficult to make a breakthrough!

"Ziyun Peak doesn't care who the spiritual plant husband is, as long as the grain is paid." Xiao Changhua said this, and he was also intentionally guiding the other party.

Since the kid in front of him was stupid, he was happy to get a share of the benefits!

"Really?" Chen Mo's eyes lit up. "Then you see, for the remaining two months, Senior Wang's five mu of spiritual fields will still be taken care of by me. When the spiritual rice is ripe and harvested, except for the 500 jins given to Ziyun Peak, the remaining 500 jins will be split in half with Senior. How about it?"

"Seven-thirds, I want 350 jins."

Xiao Changhua almost blurted it out, as if he had thought about it long ago.

"Senior, this..."

"Why? Do you think that without me, other spiritual plant husbands will let you finish planting the land and harvest it after knowing that Wang Lixia is dead?" Xiao Changhua sneered.

The other party is really naive.

But naivety is also good. If it weren't so naive, it wouldn't do such a thing that is not worth the loss!

'150 jins! '

'This dog thing is so cruel! '

He wants to take the lion's share without doing anything.

"Okay! 150 jins, that's 150 jins. Thank you, Senior!"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and agreed.

He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, these five acres of land would belong to the other party next year.

And this year was his last chance!