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

"This kind of cigarette..." Old Zhang took a deep sniff, then his eyes widened suddenly. "Where did you get it from?"

Li Qingshan exhaled another puff of white smoke: "Aren't they everywhere?"

"How could such a treasure be everywhere!" Old Zhang blurted out, but seeing Li Qingshan's smiling face, he slowly calmed down. "Didn't you want to know how to temper your soul? I can tell you now."

"Do you think I still want to know now?" Li Qingshan arrogantly took another puff of his cigarette.

Old Zhang's intelligence has become significantly less valuable, making it impossible for him to control Li Qingshan.

He stared greedily at the tobacco in Li Qingshan's hand. Now, his transformation was at a critical moment, and he also needed to nourish his soul.

However, all materials that replenish soul power are extremely valuable, and Li Qingshan, being just a pioneer, naturally couldn't obtain them.

Old Zhang originally planned to tough it out and fight with his years of cultivation.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingshan had this magical tobacco in his hands. With the help of this tobacco, his journey of transformation would be much easier.

He coughed lightly, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "Actually, this method of forging the soul is both difficult and easy. If one does not know the right method and studies it haphazardly, one may damage the very foundation of one's life, and even a god could not save one from it."

Having said that, he secretly sized up Li Qingshan, and seeing that he was not frightened, he added, "To put it bluntly, it boils down to one word: observation."

"What are you looking at?" Li Qingshan couldn't help but ask.

"Young man, give me a puff of cigarette."

Li Qingshan stepped forward and handed him a cigarette. Old Zhang took a deep drag, and his fatigue from the past few days was relieved. He couldn't help but let out a long hiss.

"What are you looking at?" Li Qingshan pressed.

"Just like when you forge iron, a piece of scrap iron is melted in the flames and then hammered a thousand times. If it is to become steel, it must first be destroyed. And this observation is about looking directly at something terrifying. Time and time again, your soul is torn apart and reforged, and you will become stronger and stronger."

"Looking directly at something terrifying?" Li Qingshan pondered this question seriously, suddenly realizing he didn't know what he was afraid of. The monsters and evil spirits in the ominous field were endless, and although they would startle Li Qingshan, they were far from being considered terrifying.

"What if I don't have anything terrifying?"

"Of course... that's not true. If there were nothing in the world you feared, your soul should be incredibly powerful, but that's not the case. You don't know it simply because you don't know it," Old Zhang said slowly. "Facing your fears, your soul is tormented and tortured, yet it recovers time and time again."

"What if it doesn't recover?" Li Qingshan asked again.

"This... give me another puff of cigarette." Old Zhang spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth.

Helpless, Li Qingshan lit another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

Old Zhang spat out the cigarette butt, took a satisfied drag, and said, "Kid, shouldn't you tell me where this good stuff came from?"

"Grown from the ground." Since he had revealed some information, Li Qingshan could naturally reveal some as well.

"That's impossible. Such rare treasures usually only appear at the boundary of Yin and Yang, in places where Yin energy is abundant..." Old Zhang was silent for a while, thinking to himself, could it be that Li Qingshan really found such a treasure land?

"Is it your turn to speak?" Li Qingshan asked.

"Each school has its own methods for nurturing the spirit, preventing mental breakdown when facing fear. One is the method, painstakingly developed by each school; the other is the object, like the tobacco leaf in your hand. However..."

"But what?"

Old Zhang chuckled, exhaling two puffs of smoke from his nose: "Young man, you don't actually think the path of cultivation is a smooth road, do you? In the past five hundred years, countless cultivators have suffered mental breakdowns and shattered souls when faced with evil spirits. Some have gone mad, others have been possessed by ghosts and become walking corpses. Even worse, some have been forced to associate with evil spirits. Only those with great perseverance and courage can embark on this path. Generation after generation of cultivators have passed on their skills not through elixirs or divine magic, but through the corpses of their predecessors."

"Kid, how about a trade?" Old Zhang said casually. "I'll teach you the method to forge your soul, and in return, you'll supply me with this tobacco?"

"It seems like I'm the one who lost out in this deal."

"I'll tell you the whereabouts of another ferocious beast," Old Zhang said immediately.

"make a deal."

……

In the village.

Chen Mancang and several elders gathered together, with a Taoist priest in the middle. The priest had a black turban wrapped around his head, wore a patched robe, leggings, and a pair of shoes. He carried a satchel on his shoulder and had a peach wood sword stuck in his back.

"Master, we've already told you, that big locust tree slope is really strange!"

"The place was always gloomy and eerie, and the farmhands looked like zombies."

"I also saw a flock of crows flying on the big locust tree."

"You must help us!"

The wandering Taoist priest Lü Nian listened for a long time, and finally sighed deeply: "Since there are demons, I will simply eliminate them."

Everyone exclaimed that the man was a wise and righteous leader, and that they could rest assured now that he had arrived.

"My Yellow Rice Sect has no fixed affiliation, we are not greedy for wealth or status, and we do not desire gold or silver. Each time we subdue a demon, all we need is a satchel of yellow rice." As he spoke, he opened his shriveled satchel, "Who will give me alms?"

……

Spiritual practice cannot be rushed.

Li Qingshan leaned against the haystack, lazily basking in the sun, watching the zombie farmhands busy in the fields.

My work efficiency has improved a lot now; I only need to smoke a cigarette to replenish my depleted energy.

At the same time, Li Qingshan was also wondering what exactly was terrifying about him.

Spiritual practice emphasizes that one cannot establish something without breaking it down, but if one cannot find anything to break down, how can one establish something?

"Aoyamaro, Aoyamaro..."

On Tuesday, Dog arrived driving the cart: "My Tiger Cub said you were looking for me, so he asked me to bring you some toilet paper and two tobacco pipes."

On Tuesday, after unloading the things from the car, the dog asked, "What else did you want to see me about?"

Li Qingshan pointed to the tobacco fields in front of him. The resurrected tobacco in the haunted fields had already been harvested and carefully stored away. The remaining ordinary tobacco fields were ripe and were being picked and dried.

"You need to help me find a buyer."

"That's no problem," Zhou Ergou said. "Tobacco is a hot commodity. Whether it's sold to warehouses inside the pass or military camps in the north, they're all scrambling to buy it."

"No, no, no." Li Qingshan shook his head. "These tobaccos are special, and there's a large quantity involved. You need to help me find a good seller."

Li Qingshan didn't intend to sell the resurrected tobacco in the cursed field, but even tobacco from ordinary tobacco fields could restore vitality, so Li Qingshan naturally wanted to sell it for a good price.

Zhou Ergou runs an ordinary grocery store, and Li Qingshan is worried that he won't be able to find a buyer with significant influence.

"What's so special about it?"

"Why don't you try it?" Li Qingshan took out a rolled-up one.

"No, no, no, I only sell this stuff, I don't smoke it. I'll try to find some for you later."

After saying that, Zhou Ergou brought up another matter, "Do you remember the sword you gave me last time? Something big has happened."