Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Chen Yang only ended his cultivation for the night when the moonlight fell on the mountains.

In the past, he could only absorb a meager amount of spiritual energy each night, but tonight he absorbed two. If you include what he gained from his hard work during the day, the increase was quite remarkable.

The cultivation boost brought by the green amaranth was far more extraordinary than he had expected. Sensing the sixty-three strands of spiritual energy that had settled in his dantian, Chen Yang got up and walked towards the vegetable field to carefully count them.

In the entire amaranth field, only two plants had light bronze scales on their leaves, and the change was only on the leaf surface, with no change in the rootstock.

Clearly, today's enhanced spiritual effects are merely an accidental anomaly and have not yet been fully stabilized.

Chen Yang was not discouraged. As long as he persisted in watering it with the Hun Tian Zhu Spirit Liquid every month, he could eventually solidify this miraculous effect over time.

However, he did not intend to give up cultivating Polygonatum. Wild vegetables and spiritual herbs have vastly different innate qualities, and even if the spiritual liquid is extraordinary, it is difficult to bridge the gap in their foundations.

While the amplification effect of green amaranth is certainly useful, Chen Yang will not put all the spiritual liquid into the amaranth field before he fully understands the miraculous effects of Solomon's Seal.

Chen Yang picked all the special vegetable leaves with bronze scale patterns, then bent down to examine the soil in the field.

The fertilizer and nutrients that had accumulated in the soil over the past month had long been completely absorbed by the crops, and the soil had returned to its previous barren state, where the soil had been depleted of its natural resources.

The land where Solomon's seal was planted was even more severely depleted. Chen Yang shook his head helplessly, but he could accept it calmly.

  

A month of hard work is enough to barely offset the consumption of spiritual liquid. Soon he will be able to condense spiritual power, and at that time he will be able to activate some rudimentary spells in the diagram.

Moreover, in the future, according to the ancient prescriptions recorded in the "Miscellaneous Objects Catalogue", ordinary vegetable gardens can be transformed into orthodox medicinal fields, and the cultivation of spiritual herbs will be twice as effective with half the effort, without the need for such hard work in cultivating the earth's energy.

Cultivation is a long and arduous journey, and only by taking steady steps can one follow the right path. After finishing his evening practice, Chen Yang turned around and returned to his hermitage to continue his daily solitary mountain retreat.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Chen Yang maintained an extremely regular schedule.

Every morning, I would perform my morning prayers, then sit quietly in the backyard, passing the time by reading scriptures and miscellaneous records. I would eat lunch, tend to the fields and farm work during the day, and meditate and cultivate myself at night.

Without the books borrowed by Chu Xiuyuan to relieve boredom, this monotonous and impoverished mountain life would be rather dull and unbearable.

Although life was peaceful, it wasn't all smooth sailing. Ever since he had completely condensed seventy-two strands of spiritual energy last month, a cultivation bottleneck had been holding Chen Yang captive for a whole month.

At the break of dawn, Chen Yang, dressed in a green Taoist robe, once again sprinkled the spiritual liquid into the vegetable field. Even after watering it last month, the green amaranth had not grown bronze scale leaves.

Therefore, this month, Chen Yang decided to increase the amount of spiritual liquid used, distributing one drop equally between the amaranth field and the six Solomon's seal plants, in order to stimulate the growth of mutated spiritual plants again.

Chen Yang focused his mind on sensing his dantian, where seventy-two strands of spiritual energy were abundant and had already accumulated to their limit. He was stuck on the first hurdle of the spirit gathering spiritual power.

It has been almost half a year since Chen Yang transmigrated here. Since the bottleneck appeared, he has been working hard day and night, but he still cannot take this crucial step.

It was recorded in the "Miscellaneous Objects Catalogue" that for those with poor innate aptitude, the greatest challenge is condensing the first strand of spiritual energy.

Only by absorbing a vast amount of spiritual energy, breaking through the shackles, and integrating it into one can one truly step into the threshold of cultivation.

However, Chen Yang was cultivating in the mountains and fields, where spiritual energy was scarce, and he had nowhere to find a large amount of spiritual energy to break through his cultivation realm.

These past two months, nourished by the spiritual elixir, the entire vegetable field has become lush and vibrant, and even the ordinary wild ginger has grown several inches thicker than before.

Looking at the thriving Solomon's Seal, Chen Yang thought that if he still couldn't break through his cultivation level by accumulating spiritual energy, he would have no choice but to try refining the Solomon's Seal that he had been cultivating for a long time and use the power of the spiritual medicine to break through.

He had dug into the soil to investigate, and the Solomon's Seal tubers, nourished by the spiritual liquid, were already several times larger than when he first arrived.

He absolutely refused to let his cultivation stop at this very first hurdle.

Just as Chen Yang bent down to examine the amaranth field, waiting for the unexpected change to occur, the village of Huangni'ao at the foot of the mountain was already bustling with noise and chatter.

Apart from a few families like Wu Datian who owned fertile land, all the other villagers crowded around Niu Shan's house, their eyes filled with intense envy and longing.

In the center of the crowd stood Granny Niu, looking completely lost. Big Dog quickly stepped forward, grabbed Granny Niu's wrist, and pleaded desperately.

"Auntie Niu, please let Shan Niu Zi teach us how to farm!"

"If we don't teach them, we really won't be able to survive this year!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the villagers, young and old, who were watching, began to sob softly, their faces filled with sorrow and despair.

Faced with a group of neighbors and fellow villagers, all of whom had been her companions for many years, Granny Niu was caught in a dilemma, at a loss for what to do, and had no idea how to deal with them.

The villagers gathered to block the road because this year's severe drought and rampant pests have caused the rice ears in all the fields of Huangni'ao Village, even the best fertile fields belonging to Wu Datian, to be uneven and mostly empty, resulting in a serious reduction in yield.

The fields of Niu Shan's family were completely different. Not only were they unaffected by the disaster year, but they were also free from pests and pests. The rice ears were full and heavy, and the growth was even more vigorous than in previous years.

A gentle breeze ripples through the rice paddies, creating a vibrant and lively scene that stands in stark contrast to the dilapidated rice fields throughout the village.

Within three days of the news breaking, the entire village secretly gathered at the Niu family's house, hoping to find out the secret to their rice paddies.

The crowd pleaded and begged, and Granny Niu was pulled and tugged by the crowd. She felt dizzy and helpless.

In the nick of time, a figure rushed into the courtyard gate; it was Niu Shan.

Niu Shan, dressed in coarse linen clothes and carrying a wood-chopping knife, held tightly to his pregnant wife, Cui Xiu. Seeing this scene, Cui Xiu looked somewhat frightened.

These days, rumors are spreading in the village. To prevent sabotage, Niu Shan has been stationed at the edge of the fields and rarely goes home.

It just so happened that Cuixiu came to deliver the meal today, which allowed the couple to escape the morning's siege. When they heard that their house was surrounded, they hurriedly returned home.

When the villagers saw Niu Shan standing there with a knife in his hand, exuding a menacing aura, they immediately felt fear and retreated, their faces showing timidity.

The big dog that had started the commotion shrank back, feeling a chill run down its spine.

It was because he secretly watched Cuixiu every day that he discovered the abnormality in the Niu family's rice field, and then the news spread throughout the village, leading to what happened today.

Niu Shan's eyes were cold as he strode forward and pulled the big dog out of the crowd.

The third child, standing to the side, was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he shrank back to the spot, silent as a cicada in winter.

"Big dog, when have my family ever offended you?"

The cleaver gleamed coldly as it was pressed against him. The big dog trembled with fear, stammering and begging for mercy.

"I...I just want to cultivate the land well!"

"These are tough years, all we want is to survive! Brother Niu, please spare us!"

"Unlike Huangjia Village, which has the protection of the Red Fox Fairy, we can only endure our fate with bitter hardship!"

The three children were so frightened that they kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy, but Niu Shan ignored their pleas and only focused on the words "Red Fox Immortal Family".

He couldn't help but think of the red fox in the Taoist temple on the mountain. As for farming, did anyone listen when he mentioned it before?

Just as Niu Shan was about to speak, a steady voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Mountain Ox, with your second uncle here, no one can touch a single hair on your property today."

Wu Datian walked slowly over, looked at Niushan, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Please teach this secret farming method to the entire village to save lives. We were all confused and misunderstood you...!"

Upon hearing the sound, all the villagers turned to look and discovered that the newcomer was none other than Wu Datian.