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

The tenant farmers came again early the next morning.

Wang Fu led his men, just like yesterday, carrying hoes to the fields.

The remaining few acres of wasteland were turned over with hoes, the clods of soil were broken up one by one, and the weeds were uprooted one by one.

At this rate, all twenty acres of land can be plowed today.

Lu Qingchen was inspecting the turned soil at the edge of the field when Wang Fu walked over from the other side and called out, "Manager Lu, the master of the estate wants to see you."

Lu Qingchen patted the mud off his hands and followed Wang Fu into the village.

Inside the main room, Zhao Demao sat in a chair, his teacup already refilled several times, the tea now weak.

When he saw Lu Qingchen come in, he raised his chin, gesturing for him to sit down.

"Yesterday, you let the tenant farmers rest early?" Zhao Demao asked bluntly.

Lu Qingchen did not deny it: "Yes."

Zhao Demao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then slowly said, "I know your intentions are good, but these are the rules of the sect, not rules set by me, Zhao Demao."

"Tenant farmers work a full six hours a day, and their wages are paid according to the rules. If they don't work enough, their wages will be deducted. This system has been used for many years without any problems."

He was silent for a moment, then looked at Lu Qingchen: "If you want to help them, you can."

"Start with the sect's rules and change them. I have no objection. But until the rules are changed, you have to follow them."

Lu Qingchen remained silent.

Zhao Demao continued, "Don't be fooled by how well-behaved those tenant farmers seem in front of you; deep down, they're all lazy and good-for-nothings."

"If you let them rest an hour earlier today, they'll dare to rest for two hours tomorrow. If you give them an extra spirit pearl today, they'll dare to ask for two more tomorrow. Only by keeping them under control will they be willing to work."

Lu Qingchen did not think Zhao Demao was right.

These people eat spirit rice year-round, making them stronger than ordinary people, but even the strongest person can't withstand such a long period of hardship.

If this continues, they will all develop chronic illnesses and won't live long.

But he did not refute it.

Zhao Demao is the head of the manor, and whatever he says goes.

What does a newcomer like him have to compete with?

Ultimately, he lacks the ability to change the rules.

"Master, I understand," Lu Qingchen said.

Zhao Demao glanced at him, seemingly trying to discern something from his face, but Lu Qingchen remained calm, revealing no emotion.

Once you break through to the second level of Qi Refining, you can learn this spell.

At that time, the growth of the spirit field will be improved to some extent.

The next morning, Lu Qingchen planted the seeds.

He personally sowed the seeds, without asking the tenant farmers for help.

The land is divided into two parts: half planted with Jade Spirit Rice and half planted with Green Origin Spirit Grass.

Before sowing, Lu Qingchen sat in the room for most of the hour, handling each seed carefully.

It's called "passing through hands," but it's actually "spiritual infusion"—drawing out an extremely subtle trace of cultivation from the Dao Stele's light pearl, letting it seep into the seed coat, and permeate the embryo.

Planting seeds one by one on two acres of land, although the amount used for each seed was negligible, all of them together consumed a little of the cultivation accumulated by the Dao Stele.

But this is necessary.

The situation underground is still unclear. If the seeds don't perform well, there's really no hope for this season.

After finishing this batch of seeds, Lu Qingchen pulled out a small cloth bag from the bottom of his bag, untied the rope, and inside were several bundles of golden rice grains—these were the seeds left over from the batch of spirit-infused rice he planted on Panlong Peak. There weren't many in total, and he hadn't been willing to use them.

He picked up another one and examined it in his palm.

The rice grains were fuller than ordinary Jade Spirit Rice, and their color was also deeper, with a faint golden sheen.

He tried to draw out a trace of his cultivation from the light pearl on the Dao Stele and let it seep into the seed coat.

As soon as his cultivation reached the inside of the seed, he felt a resistance.

This seed is like a sponge that has already absorbed a lot of water; no more water can be poured in.

He drew out another wisp, increasing the amount slightly, and the seed barely absorbed a little, but the amount consumed was several times greater than that of an ordinary seed.

Lu Qingchen frowned, withdrew his cultivation, put the seed back into the cloth bag, tied it up, and put it deep inside his luggage.

It's not that I'm reluctant to give up that bit of cultivation; it's that it's unnecessary.

A second infusion of spiritual energy would consume several times the cultivation level, and the effects are still unknown, so it's not worth it.

Furthermore, at Panlong Peak, a single spiritual infusion caused the spirit rice leaves to condense spiritual light, attracting Liu Quan's covetousness and Elder Sun's attention.

If it's a second infusion of spirit energy, it's probably not as simple as just "attracting attention".

He has just arrived in Qingmu Village and hasn't settled in yet, so it's not advisable for him to show off.

However, he was still curious about the quality of the previous batch of Lingling rice.