Chapter 145.
In the dense woods, a flash of light flashed by.
Like a fish returning to the sea, or a bird soaring in the blue sky, it swam at high speeds between the sky-high trees, occasionally skimming the tops of the branches and then swooping down.
Flexible as if it had real life!
Thumbs up!
A large grasshopper hiding in the bushes was startled by the passing stream of light, and jumped into the air in a panic, spreading its wings, wanting to escape from this dangerous area that frightened it.
However, the stream of light that had just swept a dozen paces forward swiftly returned and silently sliced the large grasshopper in half!
In the next moment, this silver-bright stream of light accelerated steeply and flew lightning fast to the front of a white-robed cultivator.
The light converged, and a two-foot-seven-inch long flying sword revealed itself.
It hovered in the air, its blade fluttering up and down in a very small amplitude, emitting a crisp and pleasant vibration.
Wang Chen smiled faintly and probed his hand to hold the flying sword.
A feeling of being connected to flesh and blood arose, and an unspeakable joy flooded his heart!
[Sword Art – Experience +1]
[Imperial Sword Art (Minor Achievement): 207/300]
Wang Chen let out a long breath.
A penny for every effort is a penny for every gain, although the difficulty of practicing the Royal Sword Art was very high, but by relying on persistent efforts, he still practiced this skill to the level of more than half of a minor accomplishment.
Stabbing, chopping, slashing, circling, pointing, collapsing, intercepting, pressing, and returning, the basic nine styles of the flying sword.
Wang Chen had already mastered all of the essentials.
With the sword he had just completed, he had consecutively utilized the techniques of stabbing, slashing, circling, intercepting, and returning.
It struck thirty feet from a distance, all in one go!
The flying sword’s sword techniques were all derived from the basic nine styles.
No matter what kind of sword momentum and sword intent was attached to it, it was still the same.
Therefore, the current Wang Chen was already considered a half-bit sword cultivator!
It was just that the mana consumption was too great, and even though Wang Chuan was not yet finished, he had to return his sword to its sheath.
Ending today’s practice.
Then returned to the manor along the stream bank.
At this moment a ball of white fluff jumped down from the tree and landed precisely on his shoulder, “Boing Boing.”
Wang Dust raised his hand and touched the little guy.
The round ball had grown up.
Its size was a whole circle larger compared to two months ago, and its fur color was even more beautiful, especially the golden threads on its backbone were especially eye-catching, but its cuteness had not decreased!
And it was also more alert than before, appearing and disappearing without a trace, often playing hide-and-seek with Wang Dust.
Suddenly it appeared and disappeared.
Many times, Wang Chuan can only rely on the soul to determine its existence.
Carrying this increasingly mischievous and active little fellow, Wang Chuan passed through the fruit forest and arrived at the edge of the spiritual field.
The front opened up.
A golden wave of rice came into view.
The fifty acres of spirit fields he had plowed would soon be ready to be harvested!
Ever since Zhao Huai’an had left, Wang Chen’s life had completely returned to peace, and there hadn’t been any more twists and turns.
He tended to the rice paddies every day, practiced his gongfu and sword skills, and ignored the right and wrong in the sect.
The days were uneventful and fulfilling.
Now, it was finally harvest time!
On the second day, Wang Chen invited two professional grainers through the Hall of Common Affairs to help harvest his family’s spiritual rice.
Without him having to do anything at all, the two grainers not only finished harvesting fifty acres of yellow sorghum rice and black ganoderma rice in a single day, but also used the tools they had brought with them to pound all of the rice into spirit rice.
The high efficiency was breathtaking!
Wang Chen had entered the Inner Sect only a few months ago, and it was his first time planting medium grade spirit rice.
Adding to the fact that the opening of the land delayed the farming time, he usually didn’t invest too much time in the spirit field, so this season’s spirit rice yield was not high.
For the fifty acres of spirit field, he had harvested a total of around ten thousand and five hundred pounds of rice.
In the end, a little more than eight thousand pounds of rice was shelled out.
As for the reward of the two grain customers, they were directly settled with grain chaff, and then all the remaining grain chaff was exchanged for spirit fertilizer.
The chaff was ground into feed, which could be used to feed demonic beasts such as the Spotted Pig.
Although the harvest wasn’t very high, Wang Dust didn’t need to pay another kilogram of spirit rice as field rent.
Therefore eight thousand pounds of yellow sorghum rice and black chi rice were at his personal disposal.
Wang Chen did the math.
Subtracting the expenses of buying rice seeds and spirit fertilizer, the net profit from selling all the spirit rice would be at least around four hundred spirit stones.
With two seasons a year, if he put in a little more effort, the profit that these fifty mu of medium-grade spiritual fields could bring him could reach thousands of spirit stones!
Of course, after deducting his own rations, it wouldn’t be that much.
But compared to when he was in the outer sect, it was undoubtedly a world of difference!
That night, Wang Chen used the newly harvested rice and steamed a pot of Yellow Sorghum and Black Chi Rice!
Both Huang Liang Rice and Black Chi Rice belonged to the middle grade rice, and the two types of spiritual rice each had their own edible efficacy.
But both were suitable for steaming.
Wang Chen laid fine linen gauze in the steamer, then put in two pounds of stream-soaked Huang Liang Rice and Black Chi Rice respectively.
Steaming with fierce fire for half an hour, the entire mansion could smell the aroma of spiritual rice.
When the rice steamed and came out of the pot, Little Round Round, who had always only loved demonic beast jerky, was practically crying with gluttony!
It lay on Wang Chen’s shoulder, its eyes shining brightly as it called out.
Want to eat, want to eat, want to eat!
Wang Chuan spoiled the little guy, so of course he had to satisfy him.
So he pinched the steaming rice into a rice ball and rolled it in a jar of sugar.
Yuan Yuan finished off a large portion of it in one gulp!
The yellow sorghum rice was yellow after steaming, and the grains looked like they had been carved out of jade, crystal clear and very beautiful.
It’s soft and sticky, with a sweet flavor that makes it easy to eat.
The black zhi rice is more chewy and warms the stomach, making it easy to satiate the stomach as well as strengthening the qi and blood!
After Yuan Yuan tasted the two types of rice, she clearly preferred the yellow sorghum rice.
Wang Duan gave it all the sorghum rice, and only ate a few bites himself.
After filling his stomach, the little guy barked at him again.
“Got it.”
Wang Dust smiled and nodded its head, “I’ll steam some more.”
It wasn’t that Yuan Yuan was insatiable and wanted to eat more, but it wanted to send some yellow sorghum rice to Grandpa Xuan Turtle for a taste.
The little guy and the old turtle could be said to be not fighting.
After that, Yuan Yuan and the turtle built up a relationship similar to that between a grandfather and his granddaughter.
It often sneaked off to visit Grandpa Turtle.
In the beginning, Wang Chen was quite worried.
After all, Sunset Peak was far away from the entrance to the mountain gate, and he was afraid that it would meet with any accidents on the way.
Later, he realized that Yuan Yuan had always been a recluse, so he let it go.
Speaking of which, the Zhu Guo given by the Xuan Turtle is really a good thing, not only helping Wang Dust to improve the root bone, but also allowing the round circle to produce some kind of transformation change!
Whether you are a human or a rat, you have to be grateful.
So Wang Dust steamed another large cage full of yellow sorghum rice and let Yuan Yuan deliver it to him later.
He sat in front of the stove, looking after the firewood while practicing his luck.
Digesting the Black Chi Rice that he had just eaten.
The spiritual effect of this middle grade spiritual rice was several times stronger than the lower grade white corn, and it was more than suitable for Wang Chen, who was at a high level of qi cultivation and also practiced the Vajra Corrective Technique.
He estimated that by consuming these two types of spiritual rice every day, his cultivation speed could be accelerated even further.
The eighth level of qi cultivation was just around the corner!
……
Since the spirit rice had already been harvested, it was time to enter the “winter storage” season, and there was no more work in the fields.
Therefore, Wang Chen was able to free up more time to spend on the cultivation of his gongfu.
The weather was getting colder and colder.
When the first snow fell after winter, Wang Chuan’s Five Elements Technique had reached the peak of the seventh level!
[Five Elements Technique (Seventh Level): 699/700]
Within the quiet room, Wang Chen glanced at the display of the Feats column on the Immortal Cultivation Panel before closing it.
Only 1 point away, breaking the barrier was imminent!
This time, Wang Dust was equally confident in his advancement.
Unlike previous rushes, he didn’t go to a rented cave, but instead turned on the home’s Spirit Gathering Formation to its strongest state.
Although the rate of consumption of spirit stones had increased dramatically, the concentration of spirit qi had completely surpassed that of the Qi Practicing Cave in Yunshan City, which was more than enough to support this advancement.
The most important source of Wang Chen’s confidence was the root bone that he had increased to 5 points!
5 points of root bone should belong to the middle grade.
Not to mention seven to eight, even if eight to nine, nine to great perfection, there would be no major obstacles.
In fact, Wang Chen’s current root bone had already surpassed most of the bottom cultivators!
If he didn’t have this much confidence, then he might as well buy a block of tofu and die.
Closing his eyes, Wang Chuan expelled all the distracting thoughts from his mind and quickly entered a state of meditation without any distractions.
Pure mana was injected into the five viscera, six bowels, four limbs and eight veins.
Time and again, he gathered his strength and launched himself towards a higher realm!