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

Ahead lies Lu Qingchen's spiritual field.

As dusk fell, Lu Qingchen's spiritual field was a vibrant green.

Zhao Demao stood on the edge of the field, his gaze sweeping from near to far, from left to right.

The jade-green rice plants are arranged neatly, with glossy leaves, thick stems, and heavy ears of rice drooping their heads.

Not a single diseased leaf, not a single spot.

No, to be precise, there were faint traces remaining on a few leaves—the grayish-white spots had faded, leaving only some light-colored marks, as if they had been sick but had recovered.

Zhao Demao squatted down, turned over the leaves of a spirit rice plant, and looked at it closely.

The mark was very faint; you couldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

He then looked at the other plants nearby, which also showed similar marks.

He stood up and walked around the edge of the field.

The more I looked, the more surprised I became.

It's not just that it's free from disease.

The rice in this field was growing better than any other field he had ever inspected.

With deep green leaves, thick stems, and full ears of rice, even though it was the most remote corner of the village and a barren land that had been abandoned for several years, the crops grown there were better than those from the better fields at the head of the village.

Su Qingxue also thought she had misread it.

She had been here a few days ago. At that time, the field was drooping and withered, the seedlings were sparse and the leaves were yellow. It was the worst field in the entire Qingmu Village.

She even approached Zhao Demao to ask if he could help Lu Qingchen find a new place.

But now, most of the spirit fields in the whole village have been affected by the disaster, but this worst field is completely unaffected!

Brother Qian also squatted down and examined several plants, his expression growing increasingly strange with each look.

He stood up, looked at Su Qingxue, then at Zhao Demao, opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back.

Zhao Demao remained silent in the spirit field for a long time.

"Wang Fu".

"exist."

"Go and fetch Steward Lu!"

Wang Fu responded and quickly walked towards Lu Qingchen's residence.

Before long, Lu Qingchen arrived with Wang Fu.

He had just finished eating and still carried the smell of cooking. When he walked to the edge of the field, he saw that not only Zhao Demao was there, but also Su Qingxue and that Senior Brother Qian. He paused slightly.

"Master, Senior Sister Su."

He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and ignored the senior brother Qian.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Demao pointed directly to the rice paddies and asked, "Manager Lu, what's going on with this field?"

Lu Qingchen followed his finger and looked over, her mind racing.

He knew this day would come—the disease broke out throughout the village, but his fields remained unscathed, making it hard for him to go unnoticed.

"Master, this disciple is not quite sure either."

He tried to keep his tone as casual as possible: "A few days ago, some leaves did have spots. I was going to pull them out as the master instructed, but when I went to check again the next day, the spots were gone. I thought I was seeing things, so I didn't pay any attention to it."

Zhao Demao stared at him for a long time.

In the twilight, Lu Qingchen's expression was blank and somewhat uneasy, revealing no flaws.

"It was gone by the second day?"

Zhao Demao asked again.

Lu Qingchen nodded, "Yes, I also found it strange at the time, but it never appeared again, so I didn't take it seriously."

Su Qingxue stood to the side, remaining silent.

Her gaze fell on Lu Qingchen, as if she was thinking about something.

Zhao Demao remained silent.

He squatted down, picked up another leaf with faded marks, and looked at it closely.

The mark was very faint, with blurred edges, and almost blended into the healthy color of the surrounding leaves.

He had been farming for decades and recognized it at a glance—it was a mark left after the disease had subsided.

He stared at the leaf, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Lu Qingchen stood aside, watching the group stand silently on the edge of the field for a long time, his mind racing.

Zhao Demao was clearly pondering this matter, Su Qingxue was also watching, and even that Senior Brother Qian put away his arrogance and examined those leaves over and over again.

He needed a reasonable explanation, an explanation that Zhao Demao and the others could accept.

"Master," he spoke, his tone tinged with uncertainty, "I have an idea, but I don't know if it's right."

Zhao Demao raised his head: "Go on."

"I once looked through a book on spiritual plants in the library, and it recorded some cases."

Lu Qingchen carefully considered his words, "It is said that the spiritual plants of heaven and earth occasionally undergo abnormal changes, and some spiritual plants will develop resistance to diseases on their own after being infected."

"I was just casually flipping through them at the time and didn't pay much attention, but it suddenly occurred to me just now—could these spirit rice plants be in this condition?"

Zhao Demao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"The spiritual plants of heaven and earth occasionally undergo strange changes..."

He repeated it in a low voice, then turned to Su Qingxue and Senior Brother Qian, "You two inspectors, there are indeed such records in the classics. It is extremely rare for spiritual plants to develop resistance after being infected with the disease, but it is not without precedent."

Su Qingxue nodded slightly.

Although she had not witnessed it herself, she had read about similar cases in the records of the Spirit Plant Hall.

She thought for a moment, then looked at Lu Qingchen: "When you were farming this field, did you use any special fertilizers or pesticides?"

Lu Qingchen shook his head, "No, it's just seeds and fertilizer distributed by the sect."

Su Qingxue looked at him for a few moments and then didn't ask any more questions.

Zhao Demao squatted down and examined the few stalks of spirit rice. The more he looked, the more reasonable the explanation seemed.

Although rare, it is not without precedent.

Zhao Demao stood up, looked at Lu Qingchen, and said with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "So you remembered."

Lu Qingchen scratched his head: "I just remembered it. Elder Sun showed me that book, but I didn't think it would be useful at the time, and I almost forgot about it."

Zhao Demao nodded.

If Old Sun showed it to me, then it makes sense.

That old man loved to have his younger generation read all sorts of books on spiritual plants, all kinds of miscellaneous things.

He remained silent for a moment, then selected the three best-growing stalks of spirit rice from among the few that showed signs of fading.

"Steward Lu, I would like to pick these few spirit rice plants and send them back to the sect. Please have the elders of the Spirit Plant Hall take a look."

He looked at Lu Qingchen, "If it really is a mutated, disease-resistant strain, it might be able to help the whole village. What do you think?"

Lu Qingchen quickly replied, "Please do as you wish, Master. I would be more than happy to help the manor if it can."

Zhao Demao nodded, carefully dug out the three spirit rice plants with their roots still attached, and carefully wrapped them in the oil paper that Wang Fu handed him.

He moved very gently, as if afraid of damaging something precious.

After wrapping them up, he stood up and looked at Su Qingxue: "Inspector Su, I would like to ask you to take these three samples back to the sect and ask the elders of the Spirit Plant Hall to take a look. If they are indeed mutated disease-resistant plants, they may be able to help the entire sect."

Su Qingxue nodded, signaling Senior Brother Qian to put away the oil paper package.

She turned around and looked at Lu Qingchen.

"If these few rice plants are confirmed to be mutated disease-resistant strains, you will have done a great job this time."

Lu Qingchen quickly replied, "Hehe, I didn't do anything, I was just lucky."

Su Qingxue glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to leave with her senior brother Qian.

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