Becoming a god starting from the weasel

When Niu Shan saw that Wu Datian had personally come forward to vouch for him, he put away his wood-chopping knife, and his imposing manner immediately diminished.

He pushed aside the large dog in front of him, turned to the villagers, and solemnly spoke.

"When I was farming myself, I repeatedly encouraged everyone to follow my lead. Did I ever harbor any selfish motives?"

Upon hearing this, the villagers who had previously mocked and suspected him all blushed and dared not look directly at Niu Shan.

Then Niu Shan changed the subject: "Since Second Uncle has come forward to vouch for us, I'll try again to see if we can salvage the situation."

"But from now on, all matters concerning the fields must be arranged by me."

During this period of time, Niu Shan has accumulated a wealth of experience by following the methods taught by the immortals.

The more Niu Shan investigated, the more alarmed he became. The few words of guidance from the immortals contained so many profound truths about the land.

The villagers of Huangni'ao, who had been completely despairing of the autumn harvest, suddenly had their hopes rekindled, nodding in agreement as they looked at Niu Shan.

"Of course, of course, we'll listen to you, Shan Niu Zi."

An old man was the first to agree, and the surrounding crowd followed suit, thus quietly averting a potential village conflict.

With the turmoil at the foot of the mountain over, Chen Yang on Black Wind Mountain finally received the outcome he had been waiting for.

The two green amaranth plants that had previously grown bronze-scaled leaves now had a thick, sharp bronze metallic sheen on their leaves under the midday sun.

And it wasn't just two plants; the amaranth plant that had been growing the most vigorously and was the thickest at the edge of the vegetable patch also showed changes on its leaves, with a bronze color that shone brightly in the sunlight.

The three amaranth plants produced a total of nineteen bronze scale leaves, which greatly pleased Chen Yang.

He carefully removed all the scales and leaves, intending to use these spiritual objects to break through his cultivation bottleneck and increase his chances of breaking through at night.

Seven more days passed, and Chen Yang continued to work diligently every day, digging mud, mulching soil, pruning branches, gathering firewood, and loosening the soil, just as before.

He also took the opportunity to remove the small insects that were gnawing on the vegetable leaves. After finishing his farm work, he would lean against the foot of the statue of the Three Pure Ones, resting on a meditation cushion to read and meditate.

Every night, Chen Yang would sit cross-legged on the roof of the Taoist temple, bathe in the bright moonlight, chew on bronze scale leaves, and gaze at the moon while drawing in qi.

Despite seven days of arduous cultivation, Chen Yang's cultivation level remained stagnant and had not undergone any qualitative change, although he had accumulated seventy-five strands of spiritual energy.

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No matter how much moonlight he absorbed, he couldn't break through, which made Chen Yang somewhat anxious, and he couldn't help but wonder to himself.

Could it be that he is truly of mediocre talent, which is why he cannot overcome this obstacle in cultivation?

Just as Chen Yang was pondering whether he should use that drop of spiritual liquid to water a Solomon's seal plant next month, hoping to forcefully break through his cultivation barrier with the help of the elixir...

Below Black Wind Mountain, a faint wisp of destiny rose slowly, flying straight toward Chen Yang's brow.

The number was two cents, which puzzled Chen Yang greatly.

This two-cent destiny is by no means a small number. You should know that Niu Shan's entire life destiny was only two cents.

However, Chen Yang accepted it calmly, knowing that his rootless and drifting fate posed no danger.

Just like last time, destiny slowly sank into his brow. In an instant, Chen Yang sensed the origin of destiny and was suddenly startled.

This unexpected two-cent destiny, which came out of nowhere, actually originated from Niushan. Chen Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his expression full of disbelief.

"Could it be... that something has changed at Niushan?"

At this moment, at the foot of Black Wind Mountain, on the ridges of the terraced fields in Huangni'ao, blazing fires were burning, with flames raging across several rows of fields, used to attract insects and burn them.

Niu Shan, along with Da Gou, Sanwa, and a group of strong laborers, stood on the hilltop, watching the fire from afar.

The dark-skinned, burly man leading the crowd was none other than Niu Shan. Sanwa, standing beside him, looked uneasy and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Brother Niu Shan, are you sure this method of burning the fields won't damage them?"

"These are all our family's lifeblood!"

These days, the whole village is burning fields to kill pests, and today it just so happens to be Sanwa's plot of land.

Just as Niu Shan was about to explain, the big dog raised his hand and lightly punched Sanwa, his eyes full of respect.

"Brother Shan is a man of great stature; why would he lie to you?"

"Stop making wild guesses and tarnishing Brother Shan's reputation!"

Sanwa was speechless and could only obediently nod in agreement.

Looking at the scene before him, Niu Shan felt a pang of emotion. In just seven days, Da Gou had gone from initial doubt and resistance to complete acceptance.

He kept calling him "Brother Shan," but Big Dog was also diligent and efficient in his work, which had earned him his approval.

Niu Shan looked at everyone and reassured them in a deep voice, "Don't worry, we're all farming paddy fields. As long as we control the fire, it definitely won't burn the soil."

"Everyone has been working hard for days, turning over the soil, weeding, clearing mud, and preparing the fields."

"If we persevere for another twenty days or so, we can harvest the crops. After the harvest, I will lead the deep plowing and land preparation. Next year, the insect infestation in Huangni'ao will not be so severe."

All the pests in the field crawled towards the fire and were burned to ashes.

Looking at the calm and capable Niu Shan, the villagers' eyes were filled with respect.

Many people secretly had the same thought: if Niu Shan could become the village chief in the future, Huangni'ao's life would definitely become more and more prosperous.

With everyone's thoughts converging, Niu Shan's fate underwent a dramatic change, skyrocketing from two cents to six cents.

The moment its destiny increased dramatically, it automatically separated two fen, which transformed into a pale white stream of light and drifted far into the depths of Black Wind Mountain.

Inside the Taoist temple, his destiny was completely integrated into Chen Yang's brow. While meditating on the rooftop, Chen Yang suddenly sensed a strange rhythm.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and a crisp click sounded in his ears as the invisible shackles that had been binding his cultivation shattered.

The spiritual energy that was previously scattered and difficult to gather is now spontaneously merging and converging, undergoing a transformation!

As the spiritual energy was continuously refined and solidified, the spiritual power within his body was rapidly consumed until the sun rose in the east and the first rays of sunlight fell on his face. Chen Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

Within his dantian, a wisp of pure spiritual energy had already condensed, which could flow freely throughout his meridians at will.

After a night of intensive training, Chen Yang not only felt no fatigue, but also felt refreshed and invigorated.

Chen Yang leaped off the roof and ran quickly to the hillside in the backyard. The hillside was covered with trees, all about the thickness of a bowl. He stopped in front of the smallest tree.

Following the rudimentary spiritual techniques recorded in the "Miscellaneous Objects Catalogue," Chen Yang gathered his pure spiritual energy at his fingertips and unleashed it in a manner resembling the external release of qi.

A wisp of pale yellow spiritual energy shot through the air at great speed. It could be avoided from a distance, but there was no way to deal with it at close range.

The tree trunk was instantly struck hard, blasting an irregular round hole in it. The remaining spiritual energy penetrated the tree and went straight through another large tree behind it.

The sapling, unable to withstand the severe damage, creaked and trembled before crashing to the ground. Witnessing the power of the magic firsthand, Chen Yang was overjoyed.

"I never expected that this most basic Spirit Sword Finger would be so useful."

"At first I just thought it sounded nice, but now it seems it really works, no wonder it's listed in the catalog."

This attack was incredibly powerful, but it also consumed a great deal of energy. Chen Yang only had three strands of spiritual energy left in his body, and if he encountered a sudden danger, he would have difficulty protecting himself.

But Chen Yang wasn't worried. He could gradually replenish his spiritual energy by meditating and cultivating every day so he could continue his cultivation.

However, he knew in his heart that his cultivation bottleneck still existed. This blessing from fate had only loosened the shackles, not completely broken them.

Although he was given the opportunity to improve, his breakthrough speed was still slow. If he wanted to break through quickly, he would still have to rely on spiritual medicine.

Chen Yang turned to look at the Solomon's seal planted in the field, as well as three green amaranth plants whose leaves had been picked off, and pondered to himself.

Niu Shan inexplicably sent him two cents of destiny; something must have happened down the mountain that he was unaware of.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Yang gently shook his head.

"Never mind, if Niu Shan has something important to do, he will come to the mountain to find me. I can find out by asking. There is no need to make wild guesses."

"Just focus on farming and cultivating your spiritual practice, and wait patiently."

Chen Yang nodded slightly, feeling at peace. He made up his mind to devote himself to cultivation and returned to the temple.