Becoming a god starting from the weasel

After half a month of cultivation, Chen Yang has accumulated thirty-four strands of extra spiritual energy, and he should be able to condense his second strand of spiritual power around next spring.

Chen Yang chuckled, then picked up the bucket of rotten stone marrow dust that the little red fox had brought back earlier, and went to the last field.

Meanwhile, the ground had already undergone inexplicable changes. When the bucket of white stone powder containing some crystals was sprinkled into the green amaranth field, the soil in the ground suddenly changed, and an inexplicable event connected them together.

Chen Yang could vaguely sense that the earth was beginning to absorb nutrients, and the last medicinal field was now complete.

Chen Yang bent down and gently brushed away the surface soil. He saw that the field, which had previously been mixed with grayish-white, barren clods of soil, was now completely black and oily, with soft and fertile soil, full of rich earth energy.

Chen Yang then put the soil back, dripped the spiritual liquid from the Hun Tian Pearl into the wooden bucket, and began to pour it onto the Huang Jing. He then sprinkled the last little bit of spiritual liquid onto the green amaranth before stopping.

If you look closely, you can see that in the corner where the amaranth was growing the most vigorously, the roots of two amaranth plants have already developed fine, dark bronze patterns.

Even in the dead of winter with its cold winds and heavy snow, these two amaranth plants remained lush and green, just like in springtime, showing no signs of withering from the cold.

Four leaves had already been picked from one of the leaves, and after a quick count, Chen Yang found that there were still twenty leaves left, which was enough for his cultivation.

If a few more green amaranth plants sprout leaves in the field next year, this plant will be more than enough.

Chen Yang nodded, thinking to himself.

Then Chen Yang glanced at the other chives and such, but there wasn't much change, except that they grew faster and stronger, making them quite useful as animal feed.

The most important thing is the red fruit growing in the vegetable garden.

The vermilion fruit had already quietly blossomed, appearing quite beautiful amidst the snow-covered mountains.

The flowers of the Vermilion Fruit are extremely small, resembling cherry blossoms, but they are not pink; instead, they are a rich vermilion.

When the light falls on the petals, it emits a faint reddish glow, making them look exceptionally mysterious and extraordinary.

The Vermilion Fruit ripens when the snow falls, and the snow falls when the snow falls. It seems that the Vermilion Fruit that the little red fox obtained was not ripe.

Although the exact year the Vermilion Fruit grew was unknown, Chen Yang planned to water it again with spiritual liquid later to thoroughly confirm the effects of the liquid.

There was a reason why Chen Yang poured the spiritual liquid on Huang Jing today.

He arrived at the Solomon's Seal field and saw that the stems and leaves of the Solomon's Seal, which had just been watered with the spiritual liquid, had quietly withered, and the leaves on them had fallen off and turned yellowish-brown, which was a sign that the Solomon's Seal was ripe.

But Chen Yang was not in a hurry. He first dug up the soil to take a look and found that although the soil in this medicinal field was not as dark as it had been before, it was still fertile.

Furthermore, he could sense that the earth's energy was slowly condensing and should be able to reach a balance. He could simply sprinkle some wood ash and fallen leaves occasionally.

Including today, Chen Yang has watered the Polygonatum a total of four times.

Although the amount of water used to irrigate the Zhu Guo fruit was not large, it might have had a slight impact, but it was probably around this amount.

His land wasn't exactly fertile, and even with his daily hard work, the earth's energy was completely drained every time he watered it with spiritual liquid, so it didn't have much effect.

Based on my current rough calculations, one application of sufficient spiritual liquid is roughly equivalent to a year's worth of medicinal life.

This calculation only applies to common medicinal herbs like Polygonatum. The results may vary slightly when watering other medicinal herbs, but they will be roughly the same.

Even though the Solomon's seal is now ripe, Chen Yang has no plans to harvest it at present.

Since each dose of spiritual liquid takes a year, he plans to cultivate it for at least twenty years before trying again.

Although it is not a panacea, its effects far surpass those of ordinary herbs, and there is no rush.

  

Then Chen Yang came to a small, inconspicuous snowdrift in the yard with a stick stuck in it. He gently swept the snowdrift away and saw a little green sprout emerging from under it.

This peach sprout showed no signs of spiritual energy fluctuation; its spiritual energy concentration was even lower than that of the chives in the field that had been irrigated with spiritual liquid.

Yet the vitality hidden within is extremely abundant, in no way inferior to that of the flowering Zhu Guo tree.

"This peach tree is quite extraordinary. It seems that although the peach tree is dead, its vitality has been preserved in this peach pit."

"If we have some free time next year, we can share some of the spiritual liquid with it as well."

After thoroughly sweeping away the snow, Chen Yang thought to himself before returning to the temple to rest, read, and prepare for his evening practice.

The Taoist temple was warm and cozy. Chen Yang leaned against the bed with a cup of hot tea beside him.

Flipping through the mountain and wilderness map and the miscellaneous notes on cultivation, I occasionally glance out the window at the snow falling all around.

The mountains are covered in snow, and all is quiet. But life in the mountain temple is peaceful and leisurely.

But now it's December.

Chen Yang had also learned from the miscellaneous books and catalogs that there was a New Year in this world, and the date was in January, with one month to go.

Perhaps I can go hunting in the snow sometime in the future. With the Spirit Sword Finger, hunting will be quite easy for me.

For the past two weeks, the little red fox has been hunting all the meat. So, in the first few days, it became much clumsy and went home empty-handed twice. Later, it lost some weight but quickly regained its original condition.

Of course, for Chen Yang, there was no need for such trouble as hunting. He could simply shoot his spirit sword finger at the prey, and as long as it didn't hit the body, he could still get a lot of good meat.

Compared to the initial discomfort he felt when he first transmigrated, Chen Yang now considers the Taoist temple his home and has long since integrated himself into this lifestyle.

I think next year will probably be better. Now that we have the medicinal field, we can nurture the earth's energy on our own, so we don't have to bother with it every day. We can spend more time on cultivation and other things.

Chen Yang then stretched and stopped thinking about it, and began to concentrate on reading.

Meanwhile, the Huangni'ao valley at the foot of the mountain was bustling with activity.

A crowd gathered in front of Niu Shan's house, and even though they were covered in snow, they still watched with great interest.

Inside the house, Niu Shan, Da Gou, and Sanwa stood at the front.

Big Dog and Sanwa kept comforting Niu Shan.

"Brother Shan, it's alright..."

"Although Sister Cuixiu was born prematurely, she is now about eight or nine months along, so she will definitely survive."

Beside Niushan Mountain, Granny Niu's face was full of self-reproach.

"Shan Niu Zi, it's all my fault! If I hadn't insisted on cleaning the house today, Cui Xiu wouldn't have fallen to the ground..."

But how could Niu Shan bear to blame his mother?

He could only listen to his wife's cries inside the house, and silently prayed to the deity: "I hope the deity will bless my unborn child."

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment and anxiety, a loud cry pierced the entire room.

Upon hearing this shout, Granny Niu and the others immediately smiled.

Granny Niu, in particular, exclaimed, "It's born! It's born! The baby is fine!"

The moment the door opened, Niu Shan hurriedly asked, "Aunt Wang, are Cuixiu and the child alright?"

Niu Shan had heard stories of mothers who gave birth but couldn't keep their babies, and he was very worried at the moment.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Aunt Wang, whose face was wrinkled and who looked to be no more than forty years old, glared at Niu Shan.

"Mountain Bull, can't you wish your wife were any better?"

"You're lucky, kid! Mother and baby are both safe and sound, and it's a big, healthy boy!"

Hearing this, Niu Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with overwhelming gratitude to the immortal: thanks to the immortal's protection!

Just then, the voice of Wu Datian's eldest son came from outside the door.

"Shan Niu Zi, you and your baby are safe and sound. My father is sending you two hens to help Cui Xiu and her brother-in-law recover!"

"Arita-nii?"

Niu Shan looked outside and saw a short, stocky, dark-skinned man laughing.

"Brother Arita, this really can't be done."

But Wu Youtian said, "This is what my father said. If both mother and child are safe, they need to be properly nourished."

"Besides, it's not you this year. Who in the village has time to come watch a play? They're all at home starving!"

Upon hearing this, everyone realized that they were to repay the debt of gratitude, and this was indeed a joyous occasion!

Then everyone ran back home to bring some things over.

Thanks to the timely assistance of the Niu Shan Gang this year, and the fact that the imperial court is not collecting taxes, we are living a more relaxed life than in previous years when the harvest was good.

Niu Shan looked at this scene with a blank expression, not knowing what to say, and could only scratch his head and smile foolishly.

But I am incredibly grateful for the Immortal's kindness: thanks to the Immortal, I am so glad I met him!

When the child reaches one month old, he insists on taking the child up the mountain to beg the immortal to bestow a blessed name upon him!

May this child have a peaceful and prosperous life, and enjoy lasting good fortune.