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

As soon as Zhou Mu finished speaking, he saw that the facial muscles of many spirit farmers were twitching, looking like they wanted to laugh but dared not.

"I'm suffocating you all..." Zhou Mu cursed inwardly without showing any emotion.

"You're right." At that moment, Elder Qin actually smiled.

He continued, "Although what he said was crude, spirit plant masters are actually farmers. Even I need to plant spirit plants in the spirit field by hand and carefully cultivate them in order to reap the rewards."

"Ordinary people grow grains to fill their stomachs."

"We cultivate spiritual plants so that our path to immortality will be smoother."

"Actually, there's not much difference; we're all just thinking about living a better life."

Elder Qin's words left everyone thoughtful, except for Zhou Mu. Because after the green leaf-like spiritual light landed in his hand, it transformed into a dark gray seed.

"You've really hit the jackpot," Old Wang said with an envious look.

Elder Qin then asked five more questions and threw out the Green Leaf Aura, but only three people received it.

At this moment, Elder Qin began to share his experience with spiritual plants. Although Zhou Mu sensed many prying eyes, he did not pay too much attention and listened attentively to Elder Qin's story.

The lecture lasted for most of the day, and Zhou Mu listened with great interest, gaining a lot, especially the tips and tricks Elder Qin taught him, which were of great help to Zhou Mu.

"Alright, this Spirit Plant Conference is now concluded. The white-robed Spirit Plant Master, please stay. Everyone else, you may leave."

After Elder Qin finished speaking, he gave a wink to the managers standing nearby.

Still feeling unsatisfied, Zhou Mu and Lao Wang orderly withdrew from the General Office of Internal Affairs.

"Old Wang, is Elder Qin giving you special treatment?"

On the way back, Zhou Mu couldn't help but ask.

Old Wang chuckled and then said, "What are you thinking? It's not that Elder Qin is giving them special treatment; it's that we're benefiting from their kindness."

Seeing that Zhou Mu still looked puzzled, Old Wang explained, "The lowest cultivation level among those first-tier superior spirit plant masters who remained was the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the lowest spiritual root aptitude was three spiritual roots. The Spirit Farmers Conference was actually held for them; we were just there incidentally."

Zhou Mu understood. Plant cultivators were just a profession for those people. Putting aside that identity, they were also outer disciples or even inner disciples of the sect.

"What kind of seed did I just receive?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words, but you'll understand later."

Zhou Mu nodded and didn't ask any more questions. The two then hurried on their way. Today was the third day after the planting, and they still needed to go back to bring spiritual rain to the spiritual fields. It was already getting late.

As dusk fell, the two returned to the vicinity of the spirit field. After giving a few instructions, Old Wang headed towards his own spirit field.

After Zhou Mu finished showering the four acres of spiritual fields with spiritual rain, it was already completely dark when he returned to his residence.

"Who are you?"

Just as Zhou Mu was about to open the door, the gate to the courtyard on his right opened, and a dark figure peeked out to look at him, his face obscured by darkness.

But the man didn't say anything, just glanced at it twice and then closed the gate.

"ill!"

Zhou Mu cursed under his breath.

The yard to his right was always empty, while Old Wang lived to his left.

It's no longer the time for the sect to recruit spirit farmers, so why is someone suddenly moving in? Zhou Mu vaguely senses that this person is related to the Zhou family.

"Forget it, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. There's no use thinking about it anymore."

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"What kind of seed is this?"

While eating dinner, Zhou Mu studied the seed he had obtained that day, but after studying it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

"My basic knowledge is still too lacking. I can only wait until after this harvest to exchange for a few books on spiritual plants at the Internal Affairs Hall."

After collecting the seeds, Zhou Mu sat in the courtyard enjoying the evening breeze, recalling Old Wang's invitation before he left.

Old Wang actually invited Zhou Mu to go to the market together in four days, but it wouldn't just be the two of them; it would be hundreds of people going together.

After the last harvest, the spirit farmers had some surplus, which they naturally had to dispose of and exchange for cultivation resources.

In the past few months, Zhou Mu has also learned about several ways that Lingong handles its inventory.

The first option is to exchange them for sect points, which is both convenient and safe, but the sect's purchase price is a bit low. However, sometimes, points are more useful than spirit stones.

The second option is to set up a stall in the sect square to sell. This is where sect disciples usually trade. Although it is safe, it is very time-consuming. It takes several days to sell a large quantity of spirit rice, and the price varies, depending entirely on one's persuasive skills.

Finally, they were sold to various chambers of commerce in the market, which saved time and offered decent prices.

The only drawback is the lack of security. Outside the sect, all sorts of people from different religions and schools roam freely, with rampant thieves and lurking monsters.

Therefore, the spirit farmers simply went together in groups, with at least several hundred people going each time, and some outer disciples also went together, such as Old Wang's grandson.

This approach greatly eliminates potential safety hazards.

"This is the survival wisdom of the working class."

Zhou Mu inwardly praised, guessing that those cultivators outside the sect must be itching with anger.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Mu decided to go to the market.

He still has 180 jin of Huangjing rice left from last season, which can be exchanged for 18 points in the sect, enough to redeem a bottle of low-grade first-tier Qi Gathering Pill.

As for setting up a stall in the sect square, the spirit stones you get can buy one and a half bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, but the timing is uncertain. If you're lucky, you can open a stall on the same day, but if you're unlucky, you might not be able to sell them all even after three or four days.

As a farmer, he doesn't have much free time to waste in the square.

However, if he were to sell it at the market, he could get thirty low-grade spirit stones, enough for Zhou Mu to buy a bottle of mid-grade first-level Qi Cultivation Pill, and he would still have a few spirit stones left over. These few spirit stones would be enough for him to buy a second-hand storage bag.

The next day, Zhou Mu and Lao Wang agreed on a time and went to the four acres of spirit fields to check that the few fruits that had condensed bubble bubbles must not have any problems.

In the following days, in addition to taking care of the spirit fields outside, Zhou Mu also cultivated and sowed half an acre of land in the courtyard.

He devoted the rest of his free time to studying diligently. Although progress was slow, every little bit counted and eventually it became somewhat useful.

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That night, Zhou Mu went out carrying a sack, and Old Wang was already waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard.

"Here, I'll keep it for you."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

As he spoke, Old Wang put the sack in Zhou Mu's hand into his storage bag.

The two walked out one after the other, encountering more and more spirit farmers along the way, all of whom had gathered from their area.

Hundreds of people walked across the dirt road between the fields, like a gray river flowing outwards.

Zhou Mu glanced around and saw a dense crowd of people in gray robes, with a few dressed in blue mixed in, who were considered the most prominent figures in the group.

At this moment, the crowd pointed into the distance, and Zhou Mu saw five streaks of light flying over from afar.

The crowd parted to make way for five streaks of light that landed in the center of the open space. Three men and two women, all dressed in outer sect disciple robes with the mountain pattern of the Myriad Dao Sect embroidered on their chests, were present.

One of the round-faced boys glanced around the crowd and then walked straight toward Old Wang.

"grandfather."

The boy looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure and features that resembled Old Wang's.

The call of his grandson brought a smile to Old Wang's thin face. He nudged Zhou Mu with his arm and winked at him.