Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

"When the evil spirits first appeared, there was no way to deal with them. A house would become a haunted house, quietly devouring the intruders; a village would be completely consumed by the evil spirits and turned into a ghostly ruin. The imperial court was helpless and could only repeatedly block the news."

Inside the earthen house, in a wooden basin, as he reminisced about the past, even Old Zhang's lewd face showed signs of vicissitude.

"But where there is righteousness, there is also evil. Since there are demons and monsters causing chaos in the world, there are people who slay demons and monsters, uphold righteousness and ward off evil. In the process of fighting against evil spirits and ghosts, some people have come to understand the laws of cultivation, and thus cultivators were born."

"What is this cultivation principle?"

As soon as Li Qingshan finished asking the question, he saw Old Zhang looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Kid, I've said enough, it's your turn to speak."

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you outside, pot and all!"

"Would you like to know the next detoxification method?"

"No problem, no problem, I was just joking, you actually took it seriously." Li Qingshan cleared his throat: "Actually, this black meat... which is also called immortal meat, is something I dug up from the field."

"Ha, do you think I'm brainless? How could such a treasure be dug up so easily?"

"I'm not lying to you, I really dug it up." Li Qingshan lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you, that day I was hoeing the field without bothering anyone, when suddenly a red ball of flesh popped up. I swung my hoe down, and hey, guess what? This piece of red flesh appeared. Later, this piece of flesh was carried off by a tiger, and hey, guess what…"

Old Zhang frowned. Li Qingshan's vivid description made him believe it: "So, you're lucky, kid. You might have stumbled upon a blessed land of peril. You can go and take another look later; there might be other monsters there."

"How could the ominous field be related to the blessed land?" Li Qingshan asked.

"This...it all starts with the principles of cultivation." Old Zhang decided to reveal some information to Li Qingshan, after all, professionals and the illiterate cannot communicate. "Actually, the earliest path of cultivation was learned from evil spirits."

"Um?"

"When yin energy arises, evil spirits appear. Mortals are helpless and can only learn from evil spirits, studying how to utilize yin energy. Over time, they have accumulated some experience and slowly discovered two paths: one is to temper the body, and the other is to strengthen the soul."

Old Zhang's gaze fell on Li Qingshan, and he looked him up and down before saying, "Although you have never cultivated, you are very strong; otherwise, I wouldn't have been unable to catch up with you."

Li Qingshan knew that this was all thanks to Xue Hongyu.

"However, your soul has never been cultivated; it's still just like any other ordinary person's," Old Zhang said. "You're surrounded by yin energy, your eyes are bluish-white, and your tongue is white. These are signs of frequent contact with evil spirits. Logically, your body should be very weak, but you seem unaffected."

Li Qingshan thought to himself that this might be because he had been born twice and had some kind of immunity.

"To this day, cultivators have existed for five hundred years. From the beginning of exorcising and avoiding ghosts, they have now become ghost hunters. The hair, bones, blood and so on that fall after killing evil spirits are all useful and are treasures to cultivators."

Li Qingshan had already experienced this; although some evil spirits were dangerous, they could also be considered treasures.

Now that he is guarding the dangerous field, monsters can spawn at irregular intervals, which is equivalent to having a continuous source of rare and precious treasures.

Thinking of this, Li Qingshan picked up the sack on the ground, took the shovel, and walked outside.

"Why are you carrying my corpse? It's just a stinking carcass, don't worry about it. It's rare that you even thought of bringing it back."

Li Qingshan thought that nothing should be wasted. After going outside, he swung his shovel and buried the half-body in the sack in the ground. Finally, he patted the soil with the shovel.

Old Zhang didn't know what he had gone to do. After a while, he saw him return to the house, rummage through his satchel, and finally take out a paper ball soaked in blood.

He smoothed out the crumpled paper, revealing that the figures in the drawing had turned blood red.

"Who... can teach me?"

"Hehe, hehe." Old Zhang chuckled sinisterly.

"We can continue exchanging; perhaps I have something you're looking for?"

"Hehe... Actually, I don't know how," Old Zhang said.

"Um?"

"I have already told you that cultivators are divided into two schools: body cultivation and soul cultivation. You can tell from my appearance that I cultivate the soul. I can turn beans into soldiers and my soul can travel thousands of miles. When I reach the pinnacle of cultivation, I can remove my head and dig out my heart as if nothing happened... just like I am now."

This Sun Achong is a body cultivator. It's said that all his knowledge is contained in the sword diagram in your hand. How much you can comprehend depends entirely on your own destiny. As for me—I didn't see anything at all.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you; perhaps you're more fortunate."

"I'm just luckier than others."

Li Qingshan stared at the blood-soaked sword design, pondering it all night, but still gained nothing.

Could it be that my talent lies in the realm of the soul?

The next morning, he was woken up by Old Zhang.

"You wasted a day yesterday. You have two days left. You need to hurry up and hunt a tiger."

"No rush, there's still a day left. I plan to plant the fields first." Li Qingshan took out the tobacco seeds from last time and the Ghost Blood Vine he had exchanged for.

"Why are you still farming at this time of year!"

When Old Zhang saw Li Qingshan come to the corner, he grabbed a hoe and shook off the dirt.

"Wait a minute," he suddenly said, staring intently at Li Qingshan.

"You mean this? It's the Ghost Blood Vine, which I got from a peddler."

"Show me the hoe in your hand."

"It's just an ordinary hoe, nothing to see." Li Qingshan held the hoe close to Old Zhang's face, the sharp blade pointing directly at Old Zhang's nose.

Old Zhang was completely unconcerned about the danger in front of him. His triangular eyes narrowed into slits, and he put away his previous mocking expression.

"If I am not mistaken, the material of this hoe should be the legendary withering and flourishing stone."

"What is the 'Dual Phase Stone of Withering and Flourishing'?" Li Qingshan asked.

"This material is extremely precious, and I have only seen it in some ancient scrolls. Its properties and origins are unknown. However, I have heard that the personal sword of the legendary sword master Duan Tianlang was made of ordinary iron infused with half a pound of the withering and flourishing dual-phase stone, which was so powerful that it could kill ghosts and cut down anything in its path."

Finally, Old Zhang stared at Li Qingshan with an incredulous look: "You actually used such a treasure as a hoe!"

"Hmm..." Li Qingshan remained silent for a long time, and finally, a little unsure of himself, he said, "Do you think you might have seen it wrong?"

Old Zhang was also somewhat dazed, after all, he had never seen the withered and flourishing two-phase stone before.

Li Qingshan went out with his hoe, while Old Zhang, whose plant was in a pot, remained unsettled for a long time.

What kind of place is this? It looks like an ordinary northern earthen house, but there are hundreds of exorcising copper coins piled up in the earthenware pot, longevity meat is raised in the water vat, and a random hoe is actually the legendary withered and flourishing stone.

Could I have accidentally wandered into the home of some hidden big shot?