My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 400 Withering
At dawn, the sun rises in the east.

Jilong Mountain was shrouded in a light mist.

Chen Mu pushed open the second-floor window, stretched, and yawned.

A streak of red light shot out from the sleeve and circled Chaoyang Mountain in the blink of an eye.

It then flew around in the clouds and mist on the mountaintop for a while before turning into a red line and flying back to the front of the small building.

The "Qianji Method" is like giving a flying sword eyes; by flying around once, one can easily see all the scenery of Chaoyang Mountain.

The exhilarating feeling of looking down from the sky prompted him to take a walk around Chaoyang Mountain every morning.

At this moment, red light streaked across the open space in front of the building as flying swords practiced their sudden thrusts and abrupt stops. After a while, Chen Mu reluctantly put away his Zhu Yu magic sword.

When the gray wall is brought up, the entry for the traction method appears.

Traction method: 8015/10000/fourth order;

"Interest is the biggest motivation," Chen Mu thought with a smile.

He didn't practice deliberately; he just let his magic sword fly around the mountains whenever he had free time. Before he knew it, he had accumulated over eight thousand experience points in the Qi-Pulling Technique.

He stretched again, then used the Five Ghosts Black Smoke to cleanse himself from head to toe, washing away the dust and fatigue. Feeling refreshed, Chen Mu went into the first-floor kitchen and started making himself breakfast.

……

In front of the porch.

Chen Mu sat on a low bamboo chair, munching on a Qi family pie while habitually activating the Listening Technique.

The next moment, the hustle and bustle of the market town below the mountain reached my ears.

This is a habit he has recently developed, just like listening to the radio. He listens to the Jilongshan Market Channel every day to keep up with the current events in Jilong Road.

"Recruiting soldiers and horses, preparing to continue expanding their territory?"

"Tsk, this is never going to end."

Chen Mu picked up a mouthful of cold mountain vegetables with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, then helplessly pursed his lips.

He used to worry about the belligerent nature of Keelung Road, but now he's gotten used to it.

Since the Upper House completed its relocation, Keelung Road has been like a wound-up toy, constantly annexing smaller sects and expanding its territory.

Fortunately, Jilong Mountain has become a separate area, a production base for spiritual rice and medicine, so these battles have not affected this area.

"Coming to Jilong Mountain was definitely the right decision."

Just as I was listening intently to various gossip news, a faint but strange sound came to my ear.

Listen carefully, and you'll discover that the sound is coming from the fields of yellow rice covering the mountains.

"Is Huangyami...wailing?"

Chen Mu was taken aback, forgetting to swallow the yellow rice porridge he had put in his mouth.

After listening carefully for a while, he couldn't help but frown, stand up, and look down at the terraced fields below the mountain: "I have to go and see."

Yellow sprout rice is the main ingredient in Bigu pills, so a reduction in its production will definitely affect his ability to refine Bigu pills.

……

For several days in a row, Chen Mu couldn't help but use his Listening Technique to carefully observe Huang Yami while practicing his magic in the small building. He even went to the spirit field to take a few rounds to check on it.

But as time went by, the yellow rice continued to send out hunger signals, and its once plump and upright branches and leaves even began to wilt and wither.

In front of the porch, Yuanbao squatted obediently, staring blankly at the sky.

Mo Wuzhou, however, stared at the yellow rice fields below the mountain with a worried expression.

He was a disciple who had come from the lower courtyard and had also grown yellow sprout rice. But no matter how he investigated, he couldn't find the problem. He consulted several experienced farmers who had grown spirit rice for many years and tried some measures together, but there was still no improvement.

"Could it be some kind of strange beast or demonic insect plundering our vital energy?" Chen Mu sat in his rocking chair, squinting at the spiritual fields below the mountain.

"You've made a discovery?" Mo Wuzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's just a guess," Chen Mu shook his head.

He has been investigating for the past two days, and with his three-stage planting technique, the reason for the wilting of the yellow sprout rice is easy to find.

"Huang Yami's current symptoms stem from a lack of vital energy."

"The earth's spiritual energy that should have been absorbed by Huang Yami seems to have been secretly stolen by something."

He suspected that some unknown strange beasts or insects were causing trouble.

"Has Yuanbao found anything?" Chen Mu asked, looking at the giant toad beside him.

"Cuck!"

"No?" Chen Mu narrowed his eyes. "That's strange."

If any insects were to appear, given the giant toad's racial talents, it shouldn't be difficult for it to detect them.

"If we still can't find the cause, we'll have no choice but to ask Uncle-Master Song for help," Mo Wuzhou said helplessly. It wasn't just Huangya rice that was affected; the medicinal herb fields on Jilong Mountain were also showing signs of wilting to varying degrees.

"With Elder Song's help, that would be even better," Chen Mu said with a smile.

Song Wuji is most skilled at controlling and raising insects, and he is a veteran expert in the Qi Condensation stage. If any major changes occur, this expert can be the one to step up.

Mo Wuzhou, however, remained frowning.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.

"I'm afraid even Uncle Song won't be able to solve it."

"Do you know something?" Chen Mu raised an eyebrow.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Do you still remember Chongshan Road?"

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat: "You mean the incident of the withered spirit rice at the Chongshan Road resource point?"

Mo Wuzhou nodded: "The elders call that condition 'wilt disease'."

"At first, the spiritual rice and medicinal herbs gradually wither and die, and then it will affect all the grass and vegetation."

"In the end, the entire spiritual mountain will become a wasteland, no longer suitable for survival and cultivation."

Mo Wuzhou looked solemnly at the yellow rice field in front of the mountain: "I suspect that Jilong Mountain may have been infected without us even realizing it."

“Jilong Mountain was once the core of the Daoist tradition, and it prospered for hundreds of years. How could it be so easily destroyed?” Chen Mu found it hard to believe.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu: "Chongshan Dao also has a lineage of several hundred years, but its mountain gate has now become a barren yellow earth mountain."

Chen Mu's expression immediately turned ugly.

……

In less than half a month, the situation began to deteriorate rapidly.

The once lush and green rice stalks covering the mountainside have withered uncontrollably and are now a mixture of yellow and green.

Chen Mu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, looking down at the terraced fields in the distance.

Thick smoke rose from the fields as the disciples of the lower courtyard cleared and burned the severely withered spiritual fields.

Moreover, over the past period, the disciples of the lower courtyard have poured numerous pesticides into the spirit field and buried large amounts of bone meal fertilizer. Yet, they still cannot stop the spread of the wilting symptoms.

"Jilong Mountain, it really got that inexplicable withering disease?" Chen Mu's face was grim.

Not long ago, Song Wuji arrived at Jilong Mountain.

They released countless spirit insects that very day to search the mountain, but still found nothing.

"This is troublesome."

As evening fell, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair by the second-floor window, his brow furrowed in worry, unable to capture the attention of the beautiful, fiery red sunset.

"Did the elders of Chicken Cage Road discover some problems long ago, which is why they spearheaded the relocation of the Upper Courtyard?"

"It's only been less than a year since it was converted into a villa, are they going to run away again?" Chen Mu said helplessly.

He's been running around for the past few years, and hasn't had a long period of peace and quiet.

"I really wish there was a paradise where I could grind to the top before coming back to the game."

"such a pity……"

Just as I was contemplating whether to run away, a small paper doll of five ghosts suddenly flew to the window.

Ever since the Five Ghosts Moving Mountains technique reached its limit, the Five Ghosts Paper Dolls seemed to come alive, wandering around the house all day long.

Chen Mu found it strange but didn't pay much attention to it.

But the paper figure that came running up to Chen Mu today with a wide grin was unusual. It didn't appear alone; it was riding a long, serpentine cloud of gray-white smoke, more than a meter long.

The smoke ball writhed and twisted at his feet, almost as if it were alive!
"What is this?" Chen Mu asked curiously as he leaned closer to take a look.

The next moment, the long, serpentine cloud of smoke suddenly shot up in front of him, its tip changing abruptly to reveal a stranger's face.

The man's face was expressionless, and he was almost pressed against Chen Mu, staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Hey!
He was so startled that he instinctively slapped her.

Unexpectedly, he missed his target and his palm passed right through the white smoke without any hindrance.

But in that instant, Chen Mu felt as if his right hand had been soaking in an ice cave all day, chilling him to the bone.

Taking advantage of the moment when the five paper ghost figures flew up to dodge, the long, serpentine swarm of smoke flicked its smoke-like tail and vanished into thin air.

"What the hell is this thing? How did it end up in Misty Mountain?!" Chen Mu's scalp tingled.

Feeling the lingering chill in my palms, I felt a chill run down my spine.

(End of this chapter)