Walking out of the courtyard, Li Qinglin frowned as he looked at Zhuang Yanjing's empty reply in the sound transmission note.

In the world of immortal cultivation, it is taboo to suddenly visit other people's caves.

Most of the time, you need to leave a message in advance to avoid being disturbed.

Otherwise, if you encounter a cultivator with a bad temper, you can just draw your sword and shoot the person.

Half a year ago, after red japonica rice and other spiritual plants mutated and produced high-quality fruits, Li Qinglin sent a message to Zhuang Yanjing, asking him to bring over a few kilograms of spiritual rice.

To repay Zhuang Yanjing’s kindness in guiding me.

Who knew that several messages fell on deaf ears and Zhuang Yanjing did not reply.

"Is Master Zhuang in seclusion or out?"

Li Qinglin was suspicious, but after thinking it over, he decided to go to Xianfang first and ask someone to bring a few kilograms of high-quality red glutinous rice and sunflower seeds.

Walk into the spiritual field.

A fat ginseng doll with a red rope tied on its head, as soon as it sensed Li Qinglin's movement, burrowed into the soil with a whoosh, and ran out of the spiritual field.

The straw puppet patrolling the fields caught up with heavy steps.

One is running in front, and the other is chasing behind.

Li Qinglin sneered, and then he saw the ginseng baby crash into the formation restriction with a ripple, and was bounced back directly.

"If you run away, I won't chase you, but I will make it impossible for you to escape even if you have wings!"

The ginseng baby took root in the ground, and when it saw Li Qinglin approaching, it pretended to be dead and motionless.

"It's only been planted for a year, but it's as good as ten years old. Not bad."

After carefully observing the growth of the ginseng, Li Qinglin was very satisfied.

Due to the limited resources of the spiritual field, Li Qinglin only planted three mountain ginsengs.

The other two plants were picked by Li Qinglin after they grew to their limits and showed no signs of mutation.

Only this fat ginseng baby with a tendency to mutate horizontally is left.

"Please bear with me for a moment. I need your help."

Li Qinglin used his magical power to capture the baby, and regardless of its crying and struggling, he raised his knife and cut off half of its body.

The compelling spiritual energy emanated from the fracture, and spiritual liquid seeped onto the ginseng surface. When Li Qinglin smelled it, he actually felt dizzy as if he was too weak to be nourished.

Li Qinglin immediately took out the jade box and placed the precious piece of mountain ginseng in it to prevent the loss of its spiritual power.

Shenwawa was stunned for a moment, and with his face without any facial features, he squeezed out a few tears in a humane way.

The roots trembled and slapped Li Qinglin's forearm.

Li Qinglin let it go, and it ran away as soon as it landed on the ground, and was so scared that it never showed its head again.

Li Qinglin then looked at a corner of the spiritual field, and the rotten mushrooms under the awning.

As Li Qinglin gradually approached the rotten mushrooms.

The rotten mushrooms under the awning were faintly giving off a sense of timidity and anxiety. They were shivering, their faces curled up and tense, afraid of strangers and wishing they could hide.

With the departure of Li Qinglin, the rotten mushrooms began to grow taller, lazily and freely, silently taking root in the spiritual tree and absorbing nutrients.

"Growing rot mushrooms is indeed simple and easy to get started, but it seems that if you scare it every now and then and hit it once or twice a day, it will be more energetic and the medicinal effect will be three times stronger. Hmm, I can write it in the book..."

Li Qinglin thought silently.

As for foxtail algae, it is worthy of being a first-grade high-quality aquatic spiritual plant. Its growth cycle is extremely long. Up to now, it has only grown finger-sized algae strips from the roots, and maturity is still a long way off.

However, in recent days, the root coverage of the three-spike plantain has gradually expanded to the Yunying Pond, and it is expected that the earth veins will be combed out soon.

Before leaving, Li Qinglin performed the Spring Rain Spell again. Strands of spiritual rain seeped into the slightly reddish soil and were then quickly and greedily absorbed by the ginseng dolls and rotten mushrooms.

"Take good care of the farm. Something happened last time. All the spirit stones were used to enlighten the spirit pond. Wait until next time. Next time, after I sell the spirit plants, I will upgrade your torso and optimize the formation pattern."

Li Qinglin took out a spirit stone, stuffed it into the mouth of the straw puppet, spoke earnestly, then got on the paper crane and headed towards Zuixian Tower.

After Li Qinglin walked away, the straw puppet slowly took heavy steps. A red light flashed in its dead white eyes, and a sound came from its abdomen.

"Guarding the fields is hard and tiring. After working hard for a year, if the spirit stones don't change, your life will double!"

…

Tanzheling.

In a cave.

Spiritual energy condensed into rain, and Zhuang Yanjing came back to his senses from his deep practice, emitting his skills. The surging magic power in his dantian gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly vicissitudes.

"It has been ten years since I broke through to the eighth level of Qi training, and I am only halfway through. I wonder if I can reach perfection before the deadline."

Zhuang Yanjing slowly stood up, dispelled the restrictions in the cave, and ended his retreat that had lasted for more than a year.

As soon as he left the cave, the jade talisman in the storage bag began to buzz rapidly.

Zhuang Yanjing took out the jade talisman and began to sort out the backlog of information.

"Well, Han Fei has sent messages many times, saying that he wants to visit?"

Upon seeing this news, Zhuang Yanjing raised his eyebrows and vaguely guessed Li Qinglin's intention.

"It seems that the pests are difficult to eliminate, and the spiritual fields are empty. Finally, there is no other way, so you come to me."

Zhuang Yanjing didn't say much, but with a helpless look on his face, he was about to reply.

"Dad, have you finished your retreat?"

Footsteps were heard, and a steady voice sounded in Zhuang Yanjing's ears.

Then a young man in his twenties quickly walked through the gate and came in front of Zhuang Yanjing.

Zhuang Yanjing is nearly a hundred years old and has more than ten children in his life, but the only one who has spiritual roots is the young man in front of him named Zhuang Wen.

Zhuang Wen looked anxious, as if he had been waiting outside the cave for many days. He said quickly, "Dad! A few days ago, while mining and refining in the Earth Fire Yin Vein, Master Zhang accidentally breathed in a breath of Fire Evil. He became insane and injured several miners. He was captured on the spot by the Discipline Department! After paying him spiritual stones, he was confined to the cave. They said they would not let him go until the Fire Evil was eliminated!"

Zhuang Yanjing's face changed when he heard this. "What?!"

Without saying a word, he summoned a willow-leaf-shaped shuttle with his magic power and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and turned to Zhuang Wen and said, "Go to the southeast of Qingxufang, where Han Fei rented the spiritual field. He seems to have something urgent to do, probably about the pests in the field. Go and take a look first. If you can't help, wait for me to come back."

"Yes!" Zhuang Wen replied immediately.

After Zhuang Yanjing left, Zhuang Wen did not delay. He quickly sealed the cave, activated the formation, and ordered several strong men to guard the cave well before turning into a beam of light and escaping towards Qingxu Ridge.

The scenery on both sides gradually changed from rough flames and magma to overlapping mountains and green gardens. Even the spiritual energy floating in the air gradually became dominated by water, wood, and earth.

An hour later,

Following Zhuang Yanjing's instructions before departure, Zhuang Wen stopped in a deep mountain shrouded in fog, where the situation inside could not be seen clearly.

"There is actually a maze array?"

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Zhuang Wen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Li Qinglin, who was causing trouble for insects, had already arranged the formation before even planting the spiritual plants.

It seems... Is it as embarrassing as Zhuang Yanjing said? Zhuang Wen muttered in his heart.

"Junior Brother Han Fei, I am the son of Zhuang Yanjing. Please disperse the formation."

The clear voice spread and echoed.

But the formation was filled with thick fog, and it was lonely and quiet, and no one answered.

After waiting for a while, Zhuang Wen had no choice but to change the situation when he saw that Li Qinglin seemed to be gone.

"Young Master, someone just came to visit and said that Han Fei from Qingxu Ridge brought some new rice and sunflower seeds to thank Master Zhuang."

As soon as Zhuang Wen returned to the cave, a warrior in golden armor came over respectfully and handed over two bags.

New rice and sunflower seeds? Han Fei from Qingxu Ridge? Zhuang Wen was stunned when he heard this, and thought he was hallucinating.

Didn't he ask me to check the pests in the fields? How did I grow new rice and sunflower seeds? Could it be that they have the same name? Zhuang Wen was a little skeptical. He opened the bag and a strong spirituality came to him.

He looked closely and saw that each grain of red glutinous rice was distinct, like a work of art. The surface was glowing with ivory, and the red flames inside were visible to the naked eye. It was a top-quality red glutinous rice.

The sunflower seeds were plump and neat, with the fruits about to burst out, bulging the shells. A pure and calming scent wafted slowly in the air, and Zhuang Wen felt his mind clear, peaceful and quiet just by smelling the fragrance.

It’s actually a fine product?

He showed an expression of disbelief and looked at the red glutinous rice and sunflower seeds in the bag again and again, wishing he could stick his head in them.

"Are you sure it's Han Fei?" Zhuang Wen asked the powerful man solemnly.

Li Shi's scalp broke out in sweat when he saw Zhuang Wen's reaction. After careful recollection, he replied, "That man did say he was entrusted by Han Fei!"

Zhuang Wen was puzzled when he heard this: "Is it really him? Didn't Dad say that he was a beginner in spiritual planting and couldn't even get rid of the pests in the field? How come he was able to grow exquisite spiritual plants so quickly?"

It is not easy to grow high-quality spiritual plants. One must be extremely familiar with the current planting of spiritual plants, and in addition, have the right time and place, before one can produce them on a small scale.

Don’t think that Red Japonica Rice and Silver Vein Sunflower are only first-grade low-quality spiritual plants, but even some second-grade spiritual plant masters may not be able to cultivate high-quality ones.

After all, one is considered to be proficient in a specific field, while the other is considered to have a wide range of knowledge.

The spirituality and efficacy of all fine products must far exceed those of the original spiritual plants.

In other words, Han Fei is quite talented in spiritual plants!

As for these things, Han Fei may have bought them at high prices in the market and then used his own name to do favors.

Zhuang Wen didn't doubt it.

After all, these things can be clarified by just asking, and there is no need for Han Fei to lie about major issues.

For the next half day, Zhuang Wen was a little dazed and kept staring at the two bags on the table.

The rich fragrance came, and he finally couldn't hold back.

"Dad will be back soon. Tonight... we will eat premium spiritual rice!"

…

Nightfall.

Zhuang Yanjing returned to the cave with a tired look on his face, and slowly put the willow-leaf flying boat back into the storage bag.

The house was brightly lit, and several strong men were doing odd jobs.

A faint strange fragrance wafted over, and when Zhuang Yanjing smelled it, his face suddenly sank and became as dark as water.

"Humph! This evil boy, he can't make pills, he can't practice cultivation, and he has to keep a close eye on this one bite of food!"

After entering the house, Zhuang Yanjing sat down without saying a word and took the chopsticks by himself.

Zhuang Wen wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhuang Yanjing's ugly and scary face, he immediately looked down at the tip of his nose and buried his head in eating.

"How is the work I asked you to do during the day going? How is Han Fei these days?"

Zhuang Yanjing asked.

Zhuang Wen answered honestly, "When I went there during the day, Han Fei was not there. There was a formation covering the area."

Formation?

Zhuang Yanjing nodded, thinking that it was the legacy left by Fellow Daoist Yang Jian.

"Forget it. I'll send a message later and go to his field to check it out myself tomorrow."

The rich and alluring aroma wafted over, drawing Zhuang Yanjing's attention to the magical rice.

He couldn't help but look strange.

He has been eating this red glutinous rice for decades, but he has never smelled it so fragrant.

(End of this chapter)