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

"Jiang Qiu, Jiang Qiu, it's Jiang Qiu again!" Qian Cheng reacted as if needles were pricking his brain, roaring inwardly, "My physique is fake, so is his physique real? What makes you think he's blessed by heaven while I don't even have a chance to get a spot!"

"Everyone has their own destiny," the stall owner said calmly.

"No, you're lying to me! You've been lying to me from the very beginning!" Qian Cheng clutched his head, trembling slightly. "You said Jiang Qiu would awaken [Daily Accumulation of Gold] the day after tomorrow, but you were actually trying to pressure me into buying [The Wriggling Gold Cage]. Yes, that's it! I'm reporting you right now..."

"Report me? That's interesting," the stall owner chuckled. "The head of the regulatory team sent by the regulatory bureau is nearby, right? And your two directors are also around, aren't they? Can they hear our conversation? And can you even open your mouth to talk to them now?"

"You still want to lie to me, you still want to lie to me!" Qian Cheng gritted his teeth, braced himself on the armrests of the chair, and wobbled to his feet. Thud! He fell back down on his buttocks. His pupils contracted, and all the muscles in his body felt weak and atrophied!

Thump, thump, my heart felt as if it were being swallowed by the [Golden Cage], getting smaller and smaller until it was about to melt. My internal organs gradually lost their vitality, like a candle flickering in the wind, and my blood slowly reached its dry season.

He struggled a couple more times, then suddenly became breathless, a few strands of dry hair falling from his head and landing on the back of his hands, which were cracked like those on the Loess Plateau. "How...how can my body be so weak?"

there is a problem.

My health is in serious trouble.

We must tell the directors!

Sweating profusely, Qian Cheng opened his mouth and shouted towards the direction of the chairman's seat, "Ah—ah cough cough!"

A sharp, knife-like pain shot through my vocal cords, and a thick, sweet, metallic taste surged up, clogging my throat, leaving only a weak, feeble cough.

I'm so tired and in so much pain.

It was as if I were an old man in my twilight years.

It could no longer make a sound.

Not far away, Team Leader Sun and Director Liu had already shifted their attention to the last intern, Jiang Qiu, as Wu Shan announced the results. They both turned their backs to him and continued to focus on the assessment items.

"Boy, someone without cultivation can't nurture a Level 2 Devious Spirit Seed [Wriggling Golden Cage]. You can't provide the nutrients, so it will quietly reside in your internal organs, using you as its nourishment. Right now, you have very little life force left, barely breathing. What strength do you have left to report me?"

The stall owner spoke calmly, like an old man sitting on a fishing platform, "Even if you really report me, how can they find me? I have grafted your own aura onto the mutated spirit seed I gave you. Even the 'Wriggling Golden Cage' has become one with your internal organs, belonging to you to cultivate and devour."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Hearing this, Qian Cheng's face turned ashen. His withered arms fell limply to the armrests, and even his inner voice became hoarse, "I just wanted a spot, why are you targeting me...?"

"Targeting? Heh, without my help, what makes you think you have even the slightest chance of getting a spot?" The stall owner chuckled, but his voice was particularly grating. "Jiang Qiu really does have the [Daily Accumulation of Wealth] skill."

"Impossible..." Qian Cheng forced his way through his chest, slowly clenching his fists. "You're still lying to me, you're still lying to me..."

He felt as if he were trapped under a bronze bell, his mind filled with echoes of his own voice. But the next second, a deafening shout erupted from the crowd, "Holy crap, why does Brother Jiang need to absorb spiritual energy to test his physique? Don't mess with that!"

"Really? Brother Jiang also has a congenital defect?"

"Don't mess with this... Wait, no, this time my connection with the spiritual energy hasn't been severed... Holy crap! Look over there, the spiritual plants in the flower stand are growing at an accelerated rate, and they're also metabolizing spiritual energy at the same time?!"

With a hum, Qian Cheng's pupils slowly focused back, reflecting colorful light. With a whoosh, wisps of spiritual energy drifted from the flower stand area, swirling towards Jiang Qiu like auspicious clouds spiraling around.

Under this strange phenomenon, his own pulse was also beating strangely, but his entire body was like a dry well, from which no trace of spiritual energy could be drawn.

We could only watch helplessly as they walked in that direction.

His gaze gradually became dull and blank.

"Hiss, this aura." Director Liu opened his eyes wide, slowly stood up, and tried to see the scene inside the [Thick Earth Jar].

Wu Shan, who was standing right next to the [thick earthen jar], was momentarily lost in thought, muttering, "Could there really be a rare physique in this year's batch?"

As if responding to his guess, with a whoosh, Jiang Qiu pointed out a stream of extremely pure golden spiritual energy, and a layer of illusory golden clouds suddenly rose on the surface of the nutrient soil. With a whoosh, a small golden seedling broke through the soil.

One meter, three meters, five meters, ten meters.

In the blink of an eye, the tree trunk grew taller and larger than the fruit tree that Qian Cheng had just forced to grow, radiating golden light all over. Jiang Qiu, Wu Shan, the chairman's seat, the crowd, the houses, and the flower stand area were successively gilded with gold.

Tap tap tap, golden leaves spirally gather into cage-like fruits, accompanied by swirling clouds of spiritual energy in the tree canopy, peeking out from among the lush branches.

A dazzling array, incomparably magnificent.

Zhang San craned his neck, dumbfounded. "Holy crap, Brother Jiang caused such a commotion? Is this some kind of physique? How come he's so different from Yang Zhilan, Wang Baisheng, and Jiang Qiao? He's way too awesome!"

Li Si swallowed hard. "Could it be a truly rare physique, a genuine—[Daily Accumulation of Wealth]!"

An unprecedented gasp erupted from the crowd. Yang Zhilan's eyes were fixed on the golden fruit tree with admiration. Wang Baisheng was stunned and his brows furrowed. Yang Zhilan gave a soft hum and looked up at the golden fruit tree with longing in her eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Qiu was bathed in golden light, standing alone against the tree, attracting much attention. A hint of envy flashed in Wu Shan's eyes as he raised his head, his face radiant with golden light, and announced the results in a powerful and resounding voice:

"The trees are lush and verdant, bearing abundant top-quality fruit, and their entire bodies gleam with golden light. This is a true rare metallic physique, the [Daily Accumulation of Gold]. This year, another rare genius has emerged: Jiang Qiu, with top-notch grades!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang San and Li Si's eyes lit up, and they burst into cheers, spitting as they spoke. "Holy crap, it really is 'Accumulated Wealth'! Brother Jiang is no less powerful than the strongest trainee Lu Changming back in the day! Awesome!"

"Such a genius is in our year!"

"I wish we could be with Brother Jiang someday!"

"Wow, the spiritual energy is flying back! It wasn't absorbed!"

"Are you kidding? Brother Jiang has a genuine, rare physique, unlike Qian Cheng who has a congenital defect. How could he possibly harm someone and absorb their spiritual energy for no reason!"

The mocking voice, like a flying needle, pierced Qian Cheng's forehead. A faint golden light shone on his face, but it couldn't hide the pitiful state of his sunken cheeks. "Cough, cough cough cough..."

Qian Cheng trembled all over, his clenched fist trembling weakly. He could only look up at Jiang Qiu, who stood under the tree, radiating golden light—

The interns shouted his name, and Wu Shan smiled. Director Liu stood up and applauded, amazed. Even the usually stern Team Leader Sun nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation and expectation from a senior for a talented junior.

And I was lying in a chair in the corner.

No one cares, it's nearing its end.

A stinging tear welled up in Qian Cheng's eyes, sliding down the sunken muscles of his skin, the path uneven due to dryness and aging. His voice trembled, hoarse and strained, "Why wasn't it me...?"