Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

The wooden building of Fenglu Hall has three floors and is entirely black. Song Chuan could not identify what kind of spirit wood it was made of.

As soon as Cheng Tu led him inside, he heard a "crackling" sound.

He stared intently and saw a table seven or eight zhang long in the hall on this floor, where a dozen Qi Refining cultivators were sitting and doing abacus work.

The abacus looked like a low-level magical artifact, just like the water-going boat he got from Mi Cheng—the cheapest kind.

This place is just like an ordinary accounting office, only much larger.

If I were assigned to work here, what would be the point of cultivating immortality?

Cheng Tu coughed lightly: "Is Senior Brother Liu here?"

These focused Qi-refining cultivators all looked up, and upon seeing that it was a senior, they all stood up.

One of the cultivators, a fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator and the most powerful person present, immediately ran over and bowed, saying:

"Junior Ma Dating greets you. Deacon Liu is on the third floor. Senior, please go up to the third floor."

Cheng Tu nodded: "No need for formalities, go back and get back to work!"

Ma Dating bowed and scraped as he ran back.

Cheng Tu put his hands behind his back and stepped up the stairs.

This guy just reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he's really good at pretending! Song Chuan followed behind him, thinking to himself.

As Song Chuan passed the second floor, he glanced at it.

There were also five or six Qi Refining cultivators on the second floor, but these cultivators were clearly much more powerful and seemed quite relaxed.

The one with the highest cultivation level was a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, who was tending to a potted spiritual plant.

Cheng Tu did not linger on this floor and took Song Chuan directly to the third floor.

The third floor was exquisitely decorated, and a fair-skinned, middle-aged, overweight man sat inside.

This person has very small eyes but very thick eyebrows, which makes him look somewhat comical.

He sat casually in the chair, flipping through a jade slip.

Seeing Cheng Tu and Song Chuan, he put down the jade slip and said with a smile, "What brings Brother Cheng here?"

Cheng Tu sat down next to Senior Brother Liu and pointed to Song Chuan:

"Senior Brother Liu, Master has an abandoned spirit garden, and for some reason, he suddenly wants to find someone to take care of it."

Senior Brother Liu glanced at Song Chuan and said to Cheng Tu, "The Spring Sprout Order?"

Cheng Tu gave a thumbs up: "Senior Brother Liu truly lives up to his nickname 'Golden Abacus,' he guessed it right away."

Senior Brother Liu snorted, "Stop bragging to me. So many people have come in the past six months, do you think I don't know?"

"Hehe! This person was chosen by my senior brother to manage the spirit garden, so Senior Brother Liu has to give him some face, right?" Cheng Tu said with a grin.

"Eight spirit stones a month, that's the highest salary among those who came with the Spring Sprout Token," Senior Brother Liu said, his small eyes widening.

"My master's spirit garden not only needs to be cultivated first, but also has a first-order demonic insect infesting it, all of which this kid has to deal with himself."

These people are dirt poor; if they don't have enough spirit stones in the early stages, it will cause problems.

"I can't expect my senior and I to fund this out of our own pockets, can I? How about raising the price a bit more?"

Cheng Tu blurted it all out.

Senior Brother Liu laughed and scolded:

"Your own cemetery is in ruins. You should hire someone to take care of it, and you should be the ones to pay that person's monthly salary."

If it weren't for Master Kuzhuo and Senior Brother Xuan's sake, I wouldn't even bother with you.

Cheng Tu wasn't angry; his eyes darted around.

"Ten spirit stones, paid quarterly, to be paid in advance so he can buy some spirit soil and water, rent a few earth dragons to till the soil, and so on."

If Senior Brother Liu doesn't agree, I'll have to ask Senior Brother Xuan to talk to you about it.

"Cheng Tu, you've really got a knack for bargaining with me since you reached Foundation Establishment. When you were cultivating Qi, would you have dared to talk to me like that?"

The first season costs ten spirit stones, and the following seasons cost eight.

Take this boy downstairs to collect your belongings, and leave this salary hall as soon as possible.

Senior Brother Liu's thick eyebrows twitched, and he slapped the table.

"Haha, great! I'll definitely put in a good word for Senior Brother Liu with Master later."

Cheng Tu stood up, pulled Song Chuan along, and walked out.

A moment later, outside the wooden building, Song Chuan thanked Cheng Tu, holding a storage bag in his hand, feeling a little surprised.

There are not only forty spirit stones here, but also several other items, all of which are essential items given by the sect to its new disciples.

"Hey, Foundation Establishment is great! Keep it up, kid. Let's go to the Spirit Garden," Cheng Tu said in high spirits.

The two flew around on the green leaf artifact for a quarter of an hour, turning east and west, until they arrived at a rather remote and secluded valley.

A desolate cemetery, overgrown with weeds, appeared before Song Chuan, covering an area of ​​four or five acres.

Compared to the many sacred gardens in Wisteria Valley, it appears extremely small.

The cemetery has a crooked wooden gate with a wooden plaque hanging down on it, as if it would fall off with a gust of wind.

The wooden sign reads "Canxiangyuan" and there is a dilapidated fence around the wooden gate.

To Song Chuan's surprise, the area was not completely overrun by weeds; several strange flowers of various shapes and colors were growing tenaciously.

However, none of them reached the first rank; at most, they had been around for seventy or eighty years.

At a glance, Song Chuan realized that the land here was not entirely wasteland, nor was it a barren, saline land where water could not flow.

Because in this cemetery, there is a half-acre pond. Although withered leaves are scattered on it, the water is still quite clear, so it must be a living pond.

Apart from the withered leaves, a few green lotus leaves rested on the water's surface, and two dragonflies fluttered and hovered.

Beside the pond stood a brown wooden house, its walls mottled and dilapidated but not rotten, suggesting it was made of a first-tier spirit wood.

The scenery here is much better than Song Chuan had imagined.

He thought about it again and realized that it made sense. Vine Flower Valley was a high-level spiritual vein, so even if this place could only receive a small share of its benefits, it wouldn't be too bad even if it was abandoned.

However, he felt uneasy because Cheng Tu had mentioned to Steward Liu in the Salary Hall that there was a first-tier demonic insect there, which he would have to deal with himself.

Having a mid-level magic weapon, dealing with ordinary first-tier demonic insects wouldn't be difficult, but dealing with demonic insects that possess special supernatural abilities or have reached the late first-tier stage would be a different story.

"Kid, I'm giving you three months to get this place sorted out."

At that time, I will transplant some first-tier spiritual plants over, which will be the supplementary materials for the pills that my senior brother and I take daily.

"If no first-tier spiritual plants can be grown here in three months, hehe, you, who came here with a Spring Sprout Token, won't have a good ending."

The journey is full of profound meaning.

Song Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Senior, rest assured, I will do my best."

Don't be fooled by his smiling and easygoing appearance; he is a genuine Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If I don't take good care of the cemetery on time, the consequences are unpredictable.

Cheng Tu ignored him, mounted his magical artifact, and fled into the distance.

You could still faintly hear him muttering, "It's time to get a new flying artifact; this crappy artifact from the sect..."

Song Chuan watched him disappear and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and gazed at the dilapidated Canxiang Garden. Since leaving the family, he had finally settled down.

Those in the family who didn't hope for a good outcome probably thought they were going to die on the way.

Even if they knew they had joined a sect, they would never think they could amount to much.

"Hey! Where there's a will, there's a way; even a carp can transform into a dragon!"

After calming himself down and thinking for a while, Song Chuan did not immediately enter the garden. Instead, he sat down on the spot in a strange manner, took out a booklet from his storage bag, and began to read it with great interest.