After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

The dark stele still stands silently, its surface adorned with flowing patterns, exuding an aura of antiquity and vastness.

A pale golden thread extended from the monument, disappearing into the void and connecting to a direction he couldn't see—the direction where Chu Yunfeng was.

Although the hundred-day assessment has ended, the wheel of the Dao Stele has never stopped turning.

Daily settlements proceeded as usual; Chu Yunfeng earned money while he cultivated.

With a thought, a screen of light unfolded before his eyes:

[Ling Shu Dao Stele]

[Monument Owner: Lu Qingchen]

[Realm Level: First Level of Qi Refining]

[Spiritual Root: Low-grade of the Five Spiritual Roots]

[Spiritual Entity: Aoki Spiritual Entity (Incomplete)]

[Currently bound wheel position: One (attached to: Chu Yunfeng)]

[Rotation ratio: 5/5]

His gaze passed over the surface of the monument and landed on the phantom image of Chu Yunfeng on one side of the monument.

The phantom sat cross-legged, its body radiating spiritual light. In the phantom's dantian, a pale golden orb the size of a longan was slowly rotating, emitting a warm glow.

This is the cultivation power that Chu Yunfeng has accumulated over the past few days. He has been reluctant to use it, and now it has been condensed into such a large crystal.

With a thought, the light bead trembled slightly, but did not float away.

Lu Qingchen hesitated for a moment and did not continue to induce it.

He doesn't plan to use this level of cultivation for the time being—he needs to slow down his cultivation speed so as not to be too conspicuous.

Keep it and use it when needed, or save it up and refine your spiritual root all at once.

He turned over and slowly fell asleep.

There's still a ton of work to do tomorrow.

......

The next morning, Lu Qingchen finished his breakfast in the cafeteria.

After finishing a bowl of spiritual rice with spiritual vegetables and side dishes, most of the energy I had used up yesterday was restored.

While powerful cultivators can achieve the state of abstaining from grains, novice disciples are far from reaching that level and still need to eat grains and cereals for their three daily meals.

After leaving the cafeteria, the three went their separate ways.

Li Si headed towards the Array Dao Hall, Wang Ming dashed off to the Pill Hall, and Lu Qingchen headed towards the Spirit Plant Hall.

Inside the Spirit Plant Hall, Zhou Ping was organizing the seed booklets on the counter.

Seeing Lu Qingchen enter, he looked up and asked, "You're here? How did the search of the land go?"

"I was just about to tell my senior brother."

Lu Qingchen walked over and said, "I found a spiritual land on Panlong Peak, and I'll be farming there from now on."

Zhou Ping paused, looked up, and a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Panlong Peak? Isn't that Elder Sun's territory? How did you find it?"

Lu Qingchen then briefly recounted the weeding incident that day, adding, "Yesterday I went to find Old Sun, and he pointed out a piece of land to me at the foot of the mountain."

Zhou Ping suddenly realized, and his tone became tinged with envy: "You're lucky; you've actually won over Old Master Sun."

"Elder Sun is a senior elder of the Spirit Plant Hall. He has been in the sect for more than two hundred years and has handled more spirit fields than you and I have walked roads."

"If you can catch his eye and be taken as his disciple, you'll save yourself a lot of hard work!"

Lu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Old Master Sun... what's his background?"

Zhou Ping lowered his voice: "Elder Sun's full name is Sun Zhengyuan. He is at the Foundation Establishment stage and holds a sinecure as an elder on Spirit Plant Peak."

"He doesn't usually concern himself with sect affairs; he just tinkers with some strange and unusual spiritual plants in the herb garden on Panlong Peak. Nobody knows what he's researching."

"Some say he wants to cultivate new varieties, others say he's figuring out some secret method, but after all these years, we haven't seen him produce any results."

He paused, then added, "His skill in cultivating spiritual plants is among the best in the sect. Even Su Mingyuan, the peak master of the Spiritual Plant Peak, has to address him respectfully as 'Senior Brother Sun.'"

"If you can learn from him, it will be ten times better than attending lectures in the Spirit Plant Hall."

Lu Qingchen was surprised.

That dark-skinned, barefoot old man who looked like a farmer actually had such an identity?

He recalled the day Old Sun casually shook and twisted the steel-bone grass when he pulled it up. The technique seemed simple, but it was actually extremely exquisite—he was indeed no ordinary person.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother." He bowed respectfully and prepared to leave.

"etc."

Zhou Ping came out from behind the counter. "Since this is your first time farming as a Celestial Seedling, I'll go with you to confirm the location and size of the spirit field so we can register it."

"You will need to pass the Spirit Plant Hall's assessment in the future, and this land will be your assessment site. You can't leave it unregistered."

Lu Qingchen nodded, and the two of them left the Spirit Plant Hall one after the other, heading towards Panlong Peak.

Zhou Ping walked very fast on the road, and Lu Qingchen almost couldn't keep up.

As he walked, he asked, "Where is that piece of land that Old Sun pointed out to you?"

"At the foot of the mountain, below the herb garden," Lu Qingchen pointed in the direction.

Zhou Ping paused, turned around and glanced at him, his gaze holding a hint of something unreadable: "I know that piece of land. It's been abandoned for several years. The fact that Old Sun gave you that land shows that he still values ​​you to some extent."

Lu Qingchen didn't reply, but he was pondering the meaning behind Zhou Ping's words.

Upon arriving at Panlong Peak, Lu Qingchen did not go directly to the foot of the mountain, but instead led Zhou Ping up the mountain to pay respects to Elder Sun.

In the Dingmao No. 3 medicinal herb garden, Old Sun was squatting on the edge of the field smoking a pipe, with a hoe gleaming beside him.

He was wearing a faded coarse cloth jacket and was barefoot, looking exactly like an old farmer.

Lu Qingchen couldn't reconcile the person in front of him with Elder Sun, whom Zhou Ping had described as someone whom even the peak master of the Spirit Plant Peak had to treat with utmost respect.

Hearing footsteps, Old Man Sun didn't even look up: "Again?"

"Elder Sun, Senior Brother Zhou Ping from the Spirit Plant Hall has come to confirm the spirit field."

Lu Qingchen said respectfully.

Only then did Old Sun raise his head, glance at Zhou Ping, give a faint "hmm," and then lower his head again to continue fiddling with his spiritual herbs.

Zhou Ping wasn't annoyed. He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Elder Sun, I apologize for disturbing you. I'm just here to register. I'll be done soon."

Old Sun ignored him.

Zhou Ping didn't mind and turned to follow Lu Qingchen down the mountain.

After descending the mountain, he reached the edge of the wasteland, stopped, looked around, then squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and smelled it.

"The soil is okay, but it's been abandoned for too long and the fertility is insufficient."

He stood up, patted the mud off his hands, and said, "It's about two acres, enough for you."

He took out a booklet from his sleeve, opened a page, wrote a few lines on it, and then had Lu Qingchen put his fingerprint on it.

"Alright."

He carefully put the booklet away. "This land is now officially registered in your name. You can use it during the assessment period. I will come to inspect it in three months. If the harvest meets the standards, you will be a formal spiritual plant grower."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Lu Qingchen quickly expressed his gratitude.

Zhou Ping waved his hand and turned to walk back.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, looked back at him, hesitated as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing, just smiled, and strode away.

Lu Qingchen stood there, watching Zhou Ping's figure disappear at the end of the road, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Zhou Ping's expression just now seemed like he wanted to say something but held back.

He shook his head, too lazy to think about it, turned around and looked at the wasteland in front of him, taking a deep breath.