Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Chapter 712: Harvesting Spiritual Rice

Five years have passed in a flash. Some of the disciples who entered the Pishan Sect together back then have already reached the foundation-building stage, such as Li Huaimin who has dual spiritual roots, while others are still lingering at the third or fourth level of Qi training, such as Li Shijia who is missing one of the five elements.

Speaking of cultivation, Li Shijia felt a little depressed. She was very diligent in her cultivation, but why couldn't her cultivation level go up? Was the limitation of her spiritual roots really that great?
But why did Li Huaisheng's cultivation progress so fast? With five spiritual roots, he had only practiced for five years and had already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training, and could build a foundation at any time.

Speaking of Li Huaisheng, Shi Jia felt a little envious. She shook her head, "Never mind, never mind, the cultivation speed of other brothers and sisters with four spiritual roots is also average."

Putting aside the messy thoughts, Li Shijia picked up the storage bag and said, "Let's go, Xiaosi, let's go harvest the spiritual rice."

"Woof~" OK. Xiao Si is no longer the puppy he used to be. Now Xiao Si is more than one meter long and nearly three feet tall. He has a strong body, thick limbs, and sharp teeth. He has grown into a first-level spiritual beast.

"Master, I'll carry you on my back." Xiao Si stared at Shi Jia with his round dog eyes.

Shi Jia shook his head and patted Xiao Si's head, "I'm so heavy, and it's not far."

"Woof~"Okay.

The man and the dog left the disciple courtyard, walking one after the other through the dense bamboo forest. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up, and there was endless golden spiritual rice. The sun was at its highest point, and the spiritual rice was sparkling with golden light under the sunlight.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and waves rose up in the rice fields. Between the waves, one could occasionally see disciples of the Pishan Sect harvesting the spiritual rice.

The whole plant of Lingdao is very tall, about two meters, and has excellent resistance to lodging. After being blown by the wind, it can quickly become straight again.

"What a nice smell~" The breeze not only bent the spiritual rice, but also sent the fragrance of the rice to Li Shijia's nose. Li Shijia didn't dare to waste it and quickly used his luck and mental method to absorb this trace of special spiritual energy.

After absorbing the fragrance of the spiritual rice, Shi Jia felt relaxed all over. "Let's go and harvest the spiritual rice. We can eat fresh spiritual rice tonight."

"Woof~" Xiao Si quickly took a step to keep up with his master's pace.

Li Shijia walked briskly into the spiritual rice field, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Entering the spiritual rice field, the special rice fragrance became more intense, and every breath tempted her to absorb it. Li Shijia had to speed up her pace. Otherwise, she was worried that she would absorb the surrounding rice fragrance and spiritual energy without paying attention.

"Hey, Junior Sister Li, are you here to harvest the spiritual rice?" A tall and strong figure appeared among the spiritual rice. He was Ding Tiezhu, who had entered the sect three years earlier than Li Shijia. He had four spiritual roots and was also a menial disciple of the Spiritual Planting Hall.

"Hello, Senior Brother Ding. Your spiritual rice is growing well. It looks like the yield per mu is about 1,000 kilograms." Li Shijia couldn't help but admire the plump rice hanging above his head.

"Hehe." Ding Tiezhu couldn't help but blush with excitement when he heard this, "We just harvested one acre, nearly 1,500 kilograms."

"Hiss~ Congratulations." One thousand five hundred kilograms! Li Shijia couldn't help but look forward to the yield of his spiritual rice.

"Haha, congratulations, we're all happy. We also have to thank Junior Sister Li for her good planting method." Ding Tiezhu looked at Li Shijia with admiration. At such a young age, he was able to summarize a set of spiritual rice cultivation methods from agricultural books. He was truly a genius.

"I'm afraid that Junior Sister's spiritual rice production is better than mine."

Upon hearing this, Li Shijia quickly said modestly, "That's not necessarily true. One thousand five hundred kilograms is already twice the normal yield. It would be difficult to produce more."

Ding Tiezhu was somewhat pleased to hear this, and after complimenting Li Shijia for a few more words, he was busy harvesting the spiritual rice. "I'll talk to Junior Sister Li about the cultivation method of spiritual rice some other time when I have time."

"Okay, let's talk about it another day."

Li Shijia said goodbye to Ding Tiezhu and chatted with several senior brothers and sisters on the way. They were all people who benefited from the spiritual rice planting technology she summarized. After passing through more than a dozen tall spiritual rice fields, she finally arrived at her spiritual rice field. Like the spiritual rice she saw along the way, the rice ears were full and golden, and the heavy weight bent the branches.

"Xiao Si, get started!" Li Shijia took out a sickle and plunged in.

Xiao Si followed closely behind and went in.

"Golden Light Technique" Li Shijia used gold magic to coat the sickle with a layer of golden light, and then he cut towards the roots of the spiritual rice.

As mentioned above, Lingdao has strong resistance to lodging, and the reason for this is the toughness of the plants. If compared, the toughness of Lingdao plants is comparable to that of a 10-centimeter-diameter tree in the mortal world.

It is difficult for a cultivator in the Qi training stage to cut it off without casting spells.

"Huahua~" Wherever the golden light reached, rice stalks fell down one by one. Li Shijia tied five stalks into a bundle and threw them directly into the storage bag. Because Li Shijia's cultivation was not enough, every time she harvested spiritual rice, she would first cut the whole plant back and then use magic to thresh it.

Monks with stronger cultivation would generally choose to thresh the grain directly in the field, while monks who find it troublesome would just burn the straw.

But straw is also very useful, it can be used to make paper and cloth. Selling it to the General Affairs Hall can also earn some spiritual stones, but the key is that the sect does not participate in the commission of these spiritual stones.

Over the years, Li Shijia has made a lot of money selling straw.

Li Shijia worked very efficiently, and soon she had filled her lower-grade Qiankun bag. She exhaled, took out a lower-grade spirit-replenishing pill and swallowed it to replenish her spiritual power, then took out an empty Qiankun bag and prepared to continue.

“Shala~Shala~”

There was a noise coming from deep in the rice field, getting closer and closer. In a blink of an eye, Li Shijia saw her own Xiao Si rushing towards her with an anxious look on his face.

"Woof~" Master, Master~
"What's the matter?" Through the master-servant contract, Li Shijia could clearly feel Xiao Si's anger and anxiety. She quickly took back the Qiankun bag and asked.

"There are so many bugs on the spiritual rice! The spiritual rice ears are all empty!" Xiao Si was so anxious that he turned around.

"What bug?" Li Shijia's breathing stagnated upon hearing this, and a sense of uneasiness came over him. "Where? Take me there quickly."

"Woof~" Okay, Master, follow me! Xiao Si rushed out after saying that, and Li Shijia followed closely behind. The man and the dog shuttled through the rice fields and soon reached the deep end.

As soon as he arrived at the destination, Li Shijia was stunned by the almost inaudible fragrance of rice and the sight of the rice ears pointing straight to the sky.

"What's going on?" Li Shijia flew over and plucked a bunch of rice ears. Holding the feather-light golden rice ears in his hand, he knew without even opening the rice husks that they were all show and no substance.

However, Li Shijia still did not give up. He stretched out his fingers and gently pinched a grain of rice. He did not feel the touch of spiritual rice. Instead, it was like pinching the fried rice cakes that his mother used to make during the New Year. As soon as he pinched it, the rice turned into powder.

Li Shijia's face turned even paler and she continued to pinch the grains, one, two, three... a bunch of spiritual rice ears turned into powder, "How could this happen?" She did not give up, and reached out to pluck another bunch of rice ears and began to repeat the previous actions, one, two... When she pinched the last grain, the sticky touch brought her back to her senses.

Li Shijia looked at it carefully, "What is this?"

"Woof~" Master, this kind of insects can be found in all the spiritual valleys.

"Hiss~ Spiritual aphid~"