Chapter 134.
When the hoeing day is at noon, the sweat drips down to the soil, who knows that the food on the plate is hard work!
Wang Chen rolled up his sleeves and gazed at the weeds growing unchecked in the spirit field, his eyes murderous.
Your grass generation, my enemy!
In this manor that now belonged to him, a total of fifty acres of medium grade spirit fields had been opened up.
According to the requirements of the Concubine Hall, Wang Chen could currently only use these spirit fields to plant Huang Liang Rice and Black Chi Rice.
Huang Liang Rice and Black Chi Rice both belonged to the middle grade rice, the former had a high spiritual qi content, and regular consumption had the effect of condensing the spirit and calming the qi.
Black Chi Rice can strengthen the body and vitalize Qi and blood, and its spiritual qi content is a bit less than that of Huang Liang Rice.
The price of the two types of spiritual rice is basically the same.
Wang Chen was cultivating a medium grade spiritual field for the first time.
So he bought all the two kinds of rice seeds, intending to various kinds of twenty-five acres, depending on the harvest situation later to make adjustments.
Now the rice seed and spiritual fertilizer are available, fertilization and hair growth techniques have also mastered the introductory.
Everything is ready for the east wind, as long as the weeds are cleared away, the seeds can be sown.
Catch the last train of the fall cultivation!
But this is not an easy and simple job.
Fifty acres of spirit fields, a full five times the acres that Wang Chen had originally cultivated in the outer gate.
Most importantly, these medium-grade spirit fields had been abandoned for some time, and some of the weeds of all shapes and sizes had grown to more than a person’s height.
Their roots were deeply rooted into the earth, and they were densely entangled with each other.
Plowing and shoveling must take a lot of effort!
It is also time consuming.
Wang Chen, as a seventh level cultivator, of course, he could not just know how to bury his head in the sand like an ordinary farmer.
He wanted to let these grass generation understand that he was not one to be messed with!
The wind from the mountains blew through, ruffling the large clumps of weeds with a “rustling” sound.
They were intimidated by Wang Dust’s murderous aura, some were shivering, some were crying for mercy.
Obviously realized that the end was near.
But there are also some extraordinarily arrogant, not only do not fear, but to Wang Chuan to convey the idea of provocation.
Come on, who’s afraid?
Grass!
Wang Dust was instantly enraged, his eyes instantly lit up with raging flames.
In the next moment, he clenched his hands and opened his arms, and his dantian mana coalesced in the center of his palms.
Accompanied by the rising flames, a lifelike fire crow spread its wings and quickly detached itself from Wang Chen’s palms and flew towards the spirit field in front of him.
Wang Chen condensed six fire crows in one breath!
These Mana-embodied Fire Crows grew against the wind, turning into the size of a falcon in the blink of an eye, with their left and right wings spreading out over seven feet, and swooping down on the weeds with hot flames.
Although the weeds that encroached on the spiritual field were tougher and stronger than ordinary weeds, they instantly turned into flying ash when they were dipped into the flames, and did not have the slightest ability to resist.
And more weeds were ignited by the sweeping heat.
Under the effect of the mountain wind, the fire spread in all directions!
Wang Dust laughed, advancing forward step by step.
The six-headed fire crows circled and swooped back and forth around him, destroying more weeds.
A prairie fire had already formed!
Relying on the powerful control brought about by the Patriarch-level Fire Crow Art, Wang Dust seemed like a terrifying Daemon King who had stepped into the Novice Village, wielding a deathly fire scythe and mercilessly harvesting the LV1 flowers and grasses.
Those surviving weeds and flowers were crying helplessly, they hugged tightly together, trying to use their weak bodies to resist the raging flames.
However, it is pointless, unable to escape, they are doomed to fall into the grass ash of the fertilizer field!
In fact, the unlucky ones are also countless bugs hiding in the grass as well as in the soil, when the fire swept over, it was too late for them to escape, and they followed along with the ashes.
A light rain fell.
The water droplets doused the remaining embers in the spirit field and lowered the high temperature caused by the fire.
The rain also mixed the thick grass ash into black mud.
These were good spiritual fertilizers.
Let’s let you guys have it!
Wang Dust, who had just executed the Cloud and Rain Technique to extinguish the fire, looked at the large burnt spiritual field in front of him with satisfaction.
All the weeds had all been swept clean by him.
It only took a quarter of an hour before and after!
Wang Chen felt that he could have added the honorary title of “Weed Destroyer”.
But he knew very well.
As a spiritual plant husband, the war between himself and weeds had just begun.
Don’t look at the surface of the weeds are gone, all turned into grass ash, but in fact their roots are still hidden in the soil, as long as the rain and dew moisture will be able to grow new seedlings.
The fire cannot be burned out, but the clouds and rain will bring forth new growth!
Those weeds that dared to clamor at him relied on this ability.
As long as one of their lush roots was not destroyed, then they would be able to regain life!
So there was no way to completely eliminate the roots?
Wang Chen believed that there was, only that the cost was bound to be very high, and it would completely outweigh the benefits.
It was a pity that he couldn’t dispense the Immortal World’s version of Paraquat!
After thinking about it, Wang Chuan probed his hand and ingested a small plant growing next to the ridge.
This little plant had luckily escaped the plague of burning flames, but he didn’t expect to be caught in the hands of the Great Demon King again.
It bent its waist and conveyed a pleasing meaning to Wang Dust.
Interesting little thing.
In fact, when he had just crossed over to this world and began to substitute into the role of the original owner’s spirit plant husband, Wang Dust realized that he was able to keenly perceive the emotions of grass and trees, especially spirit rice.
The saying that grass and trees were emotionless was obviously not true in this world.
But Wang Dust felt.
I’m afraid that such an ability is his own hidden talent!
Let’s be a human being in his next life.
With a thought in mind, Wang Chuan lightly twisted his fingertips and inspired the Withering Art.
The small grass that clung to the soil grew wildly at an astonishing speed in an instant.
Its stalks climbed upward in knots, and its leaves unfolded from side to side.
The thin whiskers constantly derived from the roots were like the tentacles of an octopus, and they wrapped around Wang Chen’s fingers to death.
It even tried to drill into his skin!
However, only after a few breaths, the weed lost all vitality.
It withered and turned into ash and fell.
[Withering Technique – Experience +1]
Wang Dust had always felt that the Wither and Glory Technique was a marvelous spell.
Its rank was very low though, and an ordinary Spirit Plant Fellow or cultivator would be able to master it.
When Wang Chuan first learned this spell, he had only spent a mere five spirit stones.
However, the Withering Art was again very special.
It could greatly speed up the growth of flowers and trees, and was also able to condense the entire life of a small plant into a few breaths.
Life and death wither and glory in a single thought!
Although this spell couldn’t be used to grow spiritual rice, spiritual medicine, and spiritual materials.
However, the dao rhythm contained within it was completely beyond the level of the spell itself.
Wang Chen called out the Immortal Cultivation Panel and checked the skill bar.
[Withering Art (Proficiency): 25/200]
The proficiency of this skill was something he had casually brushed up before.
For example, when plowing a field, when he saw a certain weed that was very unpleasant, he hit it with a Withering Art to ash it.
The effect of weeding was quite good.
But there was no point.
Because not only would casting a Withering Art affect his daily cultivation, but it also consumed quite a bit of mana.
There were so many weeds in the spirit field again.
Plus the mountain winds, birds and animals would also bring in new grass seeds.
So no spiritual plant husband would use the Withering Art to solve the problem of weeds.
That would be similar to hitting a mosquito with a cannon!
But Wang Dust wanted to try.
Now that the spiritual field hadn’t been plowed and the rice seeds hadn’t been sown, it was undoubtedly the best time to do it.
The prerequisite was that he raised the Withering Art to a level that could solve the problem.
Da Cheng? Grandmaster? Great Perfection?
Currently, Wang Dust’s Human Virtue Points were just enough for three additions!
He sat down by the ridge and ingested one weed after another.
[Withering Art – Experience +1]
[Withering Technique – Experience +1]
……
Once he focused and invested, the skill proficiency immediately rose!
And when the mana in Wang Chen’s dantian was about to run out, he immediately extracted spiritual energy from the Evil Punisher Net that was attached to his arm.
Converting it into pure mana.
“Boing Boing!”
Wang Dust was brushing with vigor when Little Round Round darted along the ridge of the field and jumped onto his body.
After settling down in his new home, Wang Dust let the little guy loose.
Letting it spread its wings as it pleased in the manor.
The inner mountain gate was really much safer than the outer mountain gate.
There were neither wild demons nor evil spirits here, and it was even less likely to be invaded by bandits.
Touching the little guy, Wang Chen said, “Play by yourself, daddy is busy right now.”
Yuan Yuan obediently nodded, then jumped down to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the dirt and disappeared.
Wang Dust was not worried at all.
There was a divine soul connection between Wang Dust and Yuan Yuan, so as long as the little guy didn’t run too far, then he could always sense the latter’s condition or call it back.
He once again ingested a small blade of grass and continued to brush the Withering Art.