We agreed to farm, but you're planting a divine tree in the eternal night?

An underground market in a secluded alley.

There are few pedestrians here, and the streetlights are dim.

There was only one small stall hidden in the shadows.

"What was that just now? Why did I feel my spiritual energy flowing out of my body, as if it was being pulled away by something strange..." Qian Cheng frowned and muttered. He had come to the market as usual, but he did not expect to encounter such a strange scene today. He felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

It's like maggots meeting the sun...

"Hehe, that's an anomaly that comes with the birth of a rare physique, the same kind as the rare physique I'm going to help you 'graft' and disguise," the black-robed stall owner said with a smile, his eyes full of meaning. "They both belong to the 'Daily Accumulation of Gold' method, which can fuse and refine various spiritual energies to cultivate spiritual plants with all sorts of strange and wonderful habits."

"That's the [Daily Accumulation of Gold]!" Qian Cheng's eyes widened, a surge of excitement welling up inside him. His voice was filled with fervor. "Once I've finished cultivating the spirit seed you sold me, will this phenomenon also appear, causing a sensation in the park?"

"To be precise, it was after I helped you with the grafting. The fruit cultivated from that spirit seed was just a small prop in the genius's disguise plan. Also, you'd better hide it well and not make a fuss about it anymore," the other party said unhurriedly.

"I understand, I understand. In order to exchange for that spirit seed from you, and to ask you to help with the grafting, I've even mortgaged my house and moved to the resettlement area. I've made such a big decision, how could I possibly make a fuss about it!" Qian Cheng's eyes were red, but his gaze was extremely fervent.

Resettlement areas are temporary residences, often used to house undocumented migrants who have wandered into the night, or refugees who have gone bankrupt for special reasons and become homeless. They are even poorer than shantytowns.

Now, my father is all alone.

He hoped that he would pass the assessment with his "genius" talent, become an intern whom the park would nurture with its resources, rise rapidly in his career, and pay off his loan.

Although a lot of effort was put in.

It can't compare to this kind of lucky, naturally endowed constitution.

But as long as it doesn't give away the secret.

He will surely become a renowned plant master in the county.

but......

He raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, how could 'Daily Accumulation of Wealth' appear in the underground market? What kind of tycoon's descendant would be born during a market day? That doesn't fit their status. Even ordinary families would go to a hospital to give birth, wouldn't they?"

"Who said that the 'Accumulated Wealth' manifests at birth?" The black-robed stall owner shook his head with a laugh. "That's the awakening that happens later in life."

"What?!" Qian Cheng was struck dumb. "Awakening...awakening after the day after tomorrow? Didn't you say the probability was extremely low, the cost was extremely high, and even if you poured millions in, it would all be for nothing? How come someone is awakening in the market?!"

"Who's so awesome!"

The stall owner in the black robe gave a meaningful look. "Someone you know."

"Wang Baisheng?" Qian Cheng frowned deeply, a look of genuine envy flashing in his eyes. In the garden, it was Brother Wang who took the most care of him. Moreover, his father was a well-known martial arts practitioner on the front line, and his family was very wealthy. He was also well taken care of by the spirit plant master Wu Shan, so he could accept it.

But this doesn't seem right either.

Is Brother Wang born with a special constitution?

Seemingly to confirm his suspicions, the other party said calmly, "It's not Wang Baisheng. Think again, who else do you know?"

"No?" Qian Cheng's brow twitched inexplicably, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. Aside from Brother Wang, who else was he acquainted with...?

He curled his lip in displeasure. "Tsk, are you kidding me again? I don't know anyone this awesome. A rare physique is a true genius!"

The stall owner in the black robe asked with great interest, "What if I said it was Jiang Qiu?"

A glare! Qian Cheng's heart clenched, almost crushing like tofu. He stared intently at the other person. "Who did you say? Jiang Qiu!"

"Yes." The stall owner in the black robe remained as composed as ever.

"Damn it, don't joke with me. Last time you said Jiang Qiu's [Heart Field] had no special characteristics and his cultivation talent was destined to be extremely mediocre. Now you're telling me he's awakened a rare physique. Are you kidding me!" Qian Cheng's cheeks were red, and he roared like a stressed-out dog, jumping up and down.

"The 'heart field' determines the development potential of the spiritual seed within the body, affecting the depth of one's cultivation realm, while the physique determines the efficiency of spiritual energy enhancement after learning a method, affecting the height of one's cultivation realm. These are not contradictory."

The stall owner in black robes said calmly, "However, Jiang Qiu's situation is indeed rare. One can only say he's destined for this, favored by heaven..."

"Damn it! You mean he's awakened the genuine [Daily Accumulation of Wealth], while I'm still only pretending to have it. In the end, I'll still be outmatched by him in the assessment!"

Qian Cheng clenched his fist, hesitated for a moment above the stall table, then slammed it against the wall with a bang, gritting his teeth, "You're definitely lying to me!"

"What do you have that I could possibly deceive you about?" The black-robed stall owner asked with a half-smile. "In a few days, word will spread through Jiuzhi Garden. Once you hear that Jiang Qiu has awakened [Daily Accumulation of Gold], you'll be suspicious and sleepless all night. Then you'll come begging me for help, hehe."

The news of someone awakening a rare physique in the underground market will definitely spread. It's easy to verify, and the stall owner has no reason to lie.

Now, with only one month left until the assessment, if Jiang Qiu really awakens her rare physique and I delay making further preparations, it will be completely too late.

Thinking of this, Qian Cheng forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said, "Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Since I can help you graft the rare physique pseudo-[Daily Accumulation of Gold], I can guarantee your victory. It all depends on whether you have the determination to fight for it." The black-robed stall owner raised his right hand, revealing a spirit seed bag in his hand.

"But I'm out of money!" Qian Cheng cried out in despair.

"Hehe, you've bought hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of stuff from me, so you're a regular customer. This time, I'll allow you to pay on credit, and you can pay me back later."

With a soft thud, the black spirit seed bag floated into his hand.

"Really...really?" Qian Cheng was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected this guy who sold contraband at exorbitant prices to finally be generous. His hands were still trembling. "Planting this will guarantee a win?"

The black-robed stall owner nodded. "The [Daily Accumulation of Wealth] that I helped you disguise might not be worse than his awakened one. Everyone's physique is actually unique, and it's hard to distinguish between the same type. So if you want to win, you can only make a name for yourself in terms of cultivation results, understand?"

"Understood," Qian Cheng gripped the spirit seed pouch tightly, his eyes resolute and determined, gleaming with a scarlet light. "So, what kind of spirit seeds are inside?"

"A variant of the wood-edged flower species."

The value of mutation paths is immeasurable.

This is even rarer than a dual-attribute superior item.

Theoretically, the potential for mutation is limitless!

His irises lit up; he never expected the other party to "sell" him something so precious. He exclaimed excitedly, "You can also graft this mutated fruit onto something I cultivated independently?"

"Nurture it well, and it will change your destiny."

The stall owner in the black robe remained noncommittal, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, half a streetlight, half shadow.