The Path to Immortality: Starting with the Growth of Bubble Fruits from the Ground

"Manager Liu, I've come to apply for two mu of spiritual land, and also some seeds."

Manager Liu sat in the center of the hall. The receipt and return of spirit fields, as well as the application for seeds, all had to go through his hands.

Although there are many spirit farmers, they are generally of low aptitude and few can break through to higher levels of cultivation. Manager Liu may seem to be in charge of a lot of things, but he is actually quite relaxed.

"It's you? Yes."

Manager Liu recognized Zhou Mu; he still remembered this young man who dared to block his way.

"Alright, let's see what kind of seeds we need."

Manager Liu held Zhou Mu's token and looked at him with a smile. As his subordinates made progress, Manager Liu's position would rise accordingly. There were many others in the sect who held this position, and they were all competing with each other.

The key to Steward Liu's promotion to the position of steward is that his subordinate spirit farmers can cultivate more land and grow better spirit plants.

Zhou Mu looked at the sign next to him. There were many kinds of first-grade low-level spiritual plants, but not many of them met his requirements.

Zhou Mu's requirement was simple: to plant more trees within the same area, so as to increase the chances of bubble fruits appearing.

In addition, the points cannot exceed ten.

"Manager Liu, I've chosen two spiritual plants: Bloodtooth Rice and Spirit Charm Grass, ten catties of seeds each."

Soon, Zhou Mu made his selection. There were eight kinds that met his requirements, among which Bloodtooth Rice and Spirit Charm Grass ranked first and second in terms of planting volume.

Especially the Spirit Grass, which has a much higher cultivation rate than the most common Polygonatum rice, but it is more difficult to cultivate.

But now that Zhou Mu has broken through, his mana has increased exponentially. In addition, the two bubble fruits of the "Minor Cloud and Rain Technique" in his dantian can give him two minor-level insights after use, which is enough for Zhou Mu to improve his spell level. So he boldly chose these two spiritual plants.

Moreover, both of these are more valuable than Huangjing rice. Bloodtooth rice not only contains spiritual energy, but can also temper the physical body.

Fuling grass is the raw material for making talisman paper, and its value is similar to that of blood tooth rice.

"Alright, go ahead."

Manager Liu handed Zhou Mu a token with two new spirit field numbers on it, and he only had two points left.

"Thank you, Steward Liu."

Zhou Mu bowed respectfully, then carried two small cloth bags and walked out, where Old Wang was still waiting for him.

The two walked back quickly together, as they both needed to finish planting today.

"Xiao Zhou, don't forget to attend the Lingnong Conference in three days. You've just arrived, so it will be good for you to listen in."

Old Wang reminded him on the way.

The Wandao Sect holds a Spirit Farming Conference every four months, where second-tier spirit plant masters come to share their insights and experiences. Zhou Mu naturally wouldn't miss it.

In addition, Zhou Mu plans to go to the market soon to sell the remaining Huangjing rice, get some spirit stones, and buy some cultivation pills suitable for the initial stage of Qi Refining.

The purchase price in the market is more cost-effective than exchanging points in the sect.

The main advantage of sect points is that they can be exchanged for items that are not available on the market. In addition, they are convenient enough that you don't have to worry about counterfeit goods.

As for the spirit farmers selling resources outside, the Myriad Dao Sect doesn't interfere. The servant disciples aren't slaves, so they have some freedom. Moreover, the sect has many shops in the market. In addition, the owners behind the market are actually the Myriad Dao Sect and several major merchant guilds.

Half an hour later, Zhou Mu and Lao Wang parted ways in the farmland. Lao Wang had a storage bag and carried all the seeds for this season with him.

Zhou Mu needed to go back to his residence to get it, but when he saw Zhou Ye standing at the gate of the courtyard, his relaxed expression immediately turned gloomy.

"What a dog, he's here so fast."

At this moment, Zhou Ye also saw Zhou Mu, and immediately frowned, saying coldly, "Ninth Brother, have you forgotten what I said before?"

"What?"

Zhou Mu didn't open the door; he just stood at the gate, pretending to be stupid.

"Stop pretending. I'm asking you, where are my points?"

Zhou Ye wasn't stupid; he immediately saw through Zhou Mu's thoughts and became furious, raising his voice eight octaves, which drew pointing and whispering from the surrounding spirit farmers.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you going to hand over the remaining yellow rice from this season or not?"

Seeing that the surrounding spirit farmers were all approaching, looking like they were enjoying the show, Zhou Ye could only keep a dark face and lower his voice.

"Third Brother, I'm sorry, I've used up all the Huangjing rice for this season. Please come back next season."

Zhou Mu put on an indifferent expression. The reason he asked Zhou Ye to come back for the next season was actually to disgust him one more time.

It has to be said that Zhou Mu felt secretly pleased to see Zhou Ye so angry and helpless.

"Fine, fine, you just wait. The Zhou family won't let you get away with this so easily, hmph!"

Zhou Ye blushed and left in a sorry state amidst the disdainful gazes of the surrounding spirit farmers.

Zhou Mu completely ignored Zhou Ye's threats, as Zhou Ye was not an inner disciple and the Zhou family was not a Foundation Establishment family.

Since Zhou Mu was registered with the Wandao Sect, he has been the sect's property. Although he is not even worth a mosquito's leg, he is not someone that a Qi Refining family can coerce. Otherwise, how could the Wandao Sect maintain its dignity?

Of course, there is a premise: as long as Zhou Mu does not leave the sect's territory, the sect will not go to war over a dead spirit farmer unless Zhou Mu is an inner disciple, a true member of the sect, in which case the sect will fight to the death.

"Let's go sow the seeds first; we can't delay the Lingnong Conference."

Zhou Mu took out the prepared Solomon's Seal Rice seeds from the house and went to the two acres of land he had previously worked on.

It was the same old process, but this time Zhou Mu was much more relaxed and faster than last time.

"Bow your head and bend your waist like a shrimp, take a step back to make a forward rush, press and squeeze to make a hole, and you'll laugh endlessly in the fall."

Zhou Mu hummed a tune from his past life slowly, while the hoe in his hand moved with lightning speed, creating neat furrows all over the field.

Half a day later, Zhou Mu covered the last mound with soil, feeling relaxed and content. He suddenly felt that farming wasn't so bad, perhaps because of the imprint from his past life, or perhaps because he had something to look forward to in life.

"Minor Cloud Rain Technique".

Leaning the hoe against his body, Zhou Mu formed a hand seal, and a continuous stream of spiritual rain fell on the fields, lasting for about half an incense stick's time, and covering a much larger area.

Zhou Mu only needs to use the two-mu technique twice now, and it consumes less than 30% of his mana.

Nodding in satisfaction, Zhou Mu walked towards the other two spirit fields. All the nearby spirit fields had already been occupied, and the newly allocated spirit fields were also in this area, not far away, only a five-minute run away.

"Advance to the first-tier intermediate spirit farmer as soon as possible, then you won't have to run around like this."

Standing in front of the two spirit fields, 9999 and 9998, Zhou Mu made a silent decision. A first-level mid-level spirit farmer is already equivalent to an outer disciple, and can apply for a place on his own instead of being scattered.

The Myriad Paths Sect occupies the entire Fallen Leaf Mountain Range; there are plenty of places there.

If he were a first-class superior spirit farmer, the Internal Affairs Hall would allocate a hillside to Zhou Mu and even build him a cave dwelling. Although it would be very simple, it would be far superior to the brick house he currently lives in.

Zhou Mu took a breath and then picked up his hoe and walked into the field. The cultivation of blood tooth rice is similar to that of yellow essence rice, except that the trenches need to be dug twice as deep.

The spirit grass only needs to be scattered evenly on the ground, as its vitality is far stronger than that of crops.

These two spiritual plants seem simple to grow, but they have different requirements for the Lesser Cloud Rain Technique, which is the real challenge. Fortunately, Zhou Mu was prepared and didn't panic at all.

Zhou Mu formed a hand seal and pointed towards the spirit field where the Blood Fang Rice was planted.

As the bubble fruit of the "Minor Successful Minor Cloud and Rain Technique" in the dantian disappeared, a ball of white-gray spiritual cloud quickly gathered in the sky and soon covered the spiritual field below, with dense spiritual rain falling continuously.

"This minor-level spell is truly different. The range of rainfall and the conversion of spiritual energy have been greatly improved, and it has also stirred up a trace of the earth's ley lines."

Zhou Mu focused his mind, carefully experiencing the feeling of casting the spell and comprehending its mysteries. He only had two such opportunities.

The rain lasted for a full incense stick's time before stopping, and Zhou Mu's magic power was depleted by 30%. This "Minor Completion Minor Cloud and Rain Technique" bubble fruit only allowed him to use minor completion level spells, but it did not consume any of the energy.

Zhou Mu had a slight understanding in his heart. Without stopping, he pointed to a plot of land next to him.

As the last spell bubble in his dantian disappeared, a sense of enlightenment once again lingered in his heart.

After an incense stick had burned, Zhou Mu sat down on the ground with a thud. His mana in his dantian was almost depleted, but his face was beaming with joy.

"My little cloud and rain technique has finally been mastered. Let's see how Old Wang will mock me for being a three-second man now."

Back when Old Wang had achieved some mastery of magic, he was ten years older than Zhou Mu now, and he was already showing off in front of Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu was quite looking forward to what Old Wang would see tomorrow, and even more so to what bubble fruits would appear in the four acres of spirit fields.