My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 206 Harvest
For three consecutive days, red clouds appeared intermittently in the sky above the Lower House.

The rampant proliferation of emerald green beetles was swiftly eradicated by Supervisor Song Wuji.

Although the yield of yellow rice was inevitably reduced, the rapidly spreading insect infestation was finally brought to a complete end.

Shang Huan's Residence.

With a thud, Old Hao collapsed to the ground.

Chen Mu, dressed in a black Taoist robe and wearing a white mask, slowly appeared amidst a cloud of black smoke.

Shang Huan glanced at Old Hao, who was slamming his face to the ground, and his lips twitched.

I don't know what Old Hao did to offend this Mr. Gongsun.

Every time we meet, I have to knock this old man down and always make him land face down.

If it weren't for the thick skin and tough flesh of the Armored Warrior, he would have been smashed into a pancake face long ago.

"Mr. Gongsun, this is all the white jade coins we obtained this time." Shang Huan respectfully presented a small wooden box.

"A total of 213 insecticide cigarettes were sold over three days, earning 852 white jade coins."

"In order to ship the goods as soon as possible, I promised the sales staff that I would give them one piece of white jade coin for each order." Shang Huan said anxiously.

"Look..."

Chen Mu gently stroked the black wooden box, then suddenly leaned close to Shang Huan's ear.

Why don't you run?

"So many white jade coins."

Shang Huan's forehead immediately broke out in a fine sweat, and he swallowed hard: "I want to earn more jade money."

Chen Mu stood up and looked at Shang Huan indifferently.

"Baicaoge is helpless against the green beetle, but you were able to produce insecticidal smoke immediately."

"I think if I follow you, I can earn more money in the future," Shang Huan explained, forcing a smile.

Chen Mu remained noncommittal on the surface, but inwardly he was surprised.

This chubby guy with small eyes thinks quite far ahead.

Black smoke billowed from his right hand, and a piece of withered yellow paper covered with writing appeared.

The paper was old and looked as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

"If someone asks about insecticide smoke, show them this."

"Tell me about this recipe; it's a family heirloom."

He really doesn't like to be in the public eye, and he needs someone like Shang Huan to stand in front of him.

After several collaborations, while the fat man's talent for selling counterfeit goods left him speechless, he did indeed help alleviate some of the risks associated with selling pills.

The insecticidal smoke formula was deliberately aged by Chen Mu to ward off covetous eyes.

It was just a crude beetle-made version of the Bewitching Smoke, which was perfect for protecting Shang Huan.

Then the black smoke entered the wooden box, and half of the white jade coins disappeared into thin air.

He then fell silent, turned and left Shang Huan's residence amidst the black smoke.

Shang Huan looked at the recipe and then carefully opened the wooden box.

Seeing that there was still half a white jade coin left inside, I was so excited that I almost jumped for joy.

At a cursory glance, there are more than four hundred white jade coins.

After deducting the share given to Old Man Li and others, he and Old Man Hao would each receive over a hundred white jade coins!

He used to buy and sell, working hard all he could, and his total savings amounted to only about thirty white jade coins.

That's more than three times the profit.

"This thigh can't be loosened!"

……

Low hill courtyard.

Just moments ago, Chen Mu was all high and mighty, but now he's squatting on a small stool, completely lacking any semblance of elegance.

The low table in front of him was covered with white jade coins.

Chen Mu was staring excitedly at the low table, counting the money one by one.

Hmm... he's already counted three times!

"A total of 426 insecticide smokes were obtained, plus the original eleven smokes."

"Four hundred and thirty-seven!"

"Haha..." Chen Mu picked up the iced tea that was on the ground, took a sip, and couldn't help but grin.

"I've never been this rich since I came to Keelung Road!"

With this money, he could stand tall even if he entered the Confucian Academy.

Secret techniques are expensive? No problem, we've got the money!
"Even if I had the money, I wouldn't buy your secret technique!" Chen Mu sneered.

Don't try to rip me off.

"For the next six months, I won't sell a single calming pill, and it won't interfere with my eating or cultivation," Chen Mu said with a smile. He checked his proficiency level from top to bottom.

Writing: 5856/10000/Second order;

Drawing: 5967/10000/Second order;

Cooking skill: 4870/10000/Tier 4;

Pharmaceutical Skill: 3457/10000/Tier 5;

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell: 7541/10000/Seventh Rank;

Transformation Technique: 4537/10000/Tier 4;

Cloud Mirage Armor Technique: 9847/10000/Tier 7;

Planting: 7040/10000/Tier 2;

Baiyang's True Solution: 8497/10000/Second Order;

Sand-containing spell: 3808/10000/Tier 3;

"Don't worry about anything else. Just keep practicing every day and gradually build up your strength."

The Cloud Mirage Armor Technique and the True Explanation of White Sun.

Chen Mu kept his eyes on these two projects.

The Cloud Mirage Armor Technique allows you to gain experience simply by breathing.

It's about to move to the next stage without making a sound, just like opening a refrigerator and accidentally discovering an ice cream hidden in the corner.

That was a pleasant surprise!

But he didn't have much expectation.

They can practice just by breathing, so their initiative is not high.

Moreover, the most obvious change from the last advancement was the addition of two silver lines between his eyebrows.

"Anyway, it doesn't take any time to practice. We should know what changes will occur in a couple of days."

"I wonder if we can continue practicing on this path that's already split in two."

Chen Mu then looked at Bai Yang's True Explanation.

At the same time, a divine intention appeared in my mind.

As Baiyang Zhenjie cultivated, the power and divine intent of the remaining five refining techniques were mostly captured and fused by the tennis ball-shaped jade seed.

"Once it's fully integrated, it should be able to be refined into a jade seed," Chen Mu guessed.

All those pathetic training techniques I practiced back then are finally paying off.

When others refine a jade seed, it takes a long time to fill it with the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit to fill the holes in the silken tennis ball jade seed.

Chen Mushen has too many intentions and too much courage; those are the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit. They can be used as filling material.

"Since leaving Daliang, it has taken me a year and two months to finally reach the edge of the sensing stage," Chen Mu sighed. "It wasn't easy."

……

North of Tongtianfang, on a low mountain cliff, inside a wooden Taoist temple.

Song Wuji sat cross-legged on the soft, low couch.

He had dark skin, a large face, a short neck, and fingers as thick as small radishes. Standing no more than 1.6 meters tall, he appeared short, stocky, and sturdy.

A bright green beetle floated in front of him.

Song Wuji flicked his thumb, index finger, and middle finger slightly.

Fine, almost imperceptible silvery-white threads appeared and disappeared in mid-air.

One end is connected to the finger, and the other end pierces into the beetle's body.

The beetle's wings and short legs were bound and pulled by an invisible force, and its whole body trembled and twisted constantly, as if it were enduring extreme pain.

The hissing sound was sharp and piercing, enough to make your teeth ache.

"What's going on with Lin Su?" Song Wuji asked while studying the beetle.

Sitting on the futon next to him, Liang Yi scratched his head and chuckled, "He wants to use the round mirror to find someone. He says it's his direct bloodline."

"You believe me?" Song Wuji scoffed.

"I don't believe you." Liang Yi continued with a simple smile: "It's just that he's taken a fancy to some treasure."

“A new batch of disciples from the borderlands arrived this year; they might have some ancient magical artifacts among them,” Liang Yi shrugged.

"Knowing he has ill intentions, why did you still help him?" Song Wuji said calmly.

Liang Yi scratched his head: "After all, it's the Lower House that's in charge, not an outsider."

"Then why did you still take his money?" Song Wuji glanced at his disciple.

Liang Yi shrugged: "But it only governs the lower house, so they're not really on our side."

Song Wuji nodded: "Then let's swindle him out of even more money."

Liang Yi flashed his signature goofy grin: "That's what I think too."

(End of this chapter)