Becoming a god starting from the weasel

As soon as the spirit rice entered his stomach, Chen Yang immediately felt a gentle heat emanating from his dantian.

It immediately transformed into pure spiritual energy upon entering the body, requiring little absorption for direct conversion. This effect was roughly in line with my initial guess.

After Chen Yang finished digesting the spiritual rice in his stomach, a look of joy appeared on his face.

The mouthful of spiritual rice I just ate has been transformed into at least three or four strands of spiritual energy, which is much faster than cultivating slowly on my own.

No wonder the spirits and monsters that came down from the mountain fought to the death for this spiritual rice.

Chen Yang looked at the bowl of rice in his hand, which resembled grains of white jade with a hint of red, and thought to himself.

Even those who lack natural talent can improve their cultivation level quickly if they consume enough spirit rice.

Kong Ling's appearance clearly indicated that he had consumed a considerable amount of spirit rice, which was likely the reason for their rapid improvement in cultivation.

However, Chen Yang thought about it and felt relieved. Wealth, companions, methods, and land are all just like that.

"Wealth" refers to the resources for spiritual practice; anything that can help with spiritual practice can be considered wealth.

  

Next is the "lover" in "Daoist partner".

The little red fox enjoyed this benefit. Although its current cultivation level is unknown, it can at least produce this pound of spirit rice. It is likely that it has no shortage of resources, after all, it has the old fox master around.

Although Old Master Fox did not know why he left Xia Shan, given his affection for Bai Xue, the resources he left behind must have been considerable.

Even if Fox Daoming gets something, it would be a huge benefit, something that Pig Dazhuang and the others probably couldn't even imagine.

Shaking his head, Chen Yang stopped thinking about it. He still had a quarter of an acre of land planted in his backyard. Although he didn't know how much it was, he figured it should yield at least several dozen kilograms.

Although Chen Yang has not been using spiritual liquid to irrigate the spiritual rice fields during this period, he has been applying some fertilizer on a regular basis.

According to his observation, although the rice ears of the spirit rice grew far fewer than those of ordinary rice, the quantity was still barely acceptable.

Chen Yang ate the entire bowl of spirit rice, then took out the pot and began to swallow it all.

Before long, Chen Yang's belly grew bigger, clearly feeling quite full.

However, he quickly consumed the rice in his stomach by silently circulating his spiritual energy, eventually converting it into about forty strands of spiritual energy. Such a harvest made Chen Yang quite happy.

The remaining spiritual rice could probably be cooked about five more times.

With the blessing of spirit rice, green amaranth, and the red ganoderma pill, it seems that I really should seize this hard-won opportunity to cultivate.

Tonight, Chen Yang unusually did not read any books. Instead, he took the remaining few Crimson Ganoderma Pills into his Daoist abode and began cultivating.

Three months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it's New Year's Eve again.

The snow fell on the Taoist temple two months ago, but compared to the desolate and cold atmosphere of the temple last year, this year it had a faint air of otherworldly charm.

Inside the Taoist temple, Chen Yang was cultivating with his eyes closed, while beneath the statue of the Three Pure Ones was a newly lit pine incense stick.

During his free time in March, Chen Yang also received Hei Mao, who gave him some gifts, namely the pine resin from the mountain.

Chen Yang had also told Hei Mao about the origin of the incense in the temple, and thus, the temple gained another type of incense.

Chen Yang used sandalwood only when he was cultivating, since sandalwood is relatively hard to find.

Today is a gloomy, snowy day, with a light, fine snowflake falling from the sky.

Inside the largest incense burner in the center of the Taoist temple, a wisp of blue smoke slowly swirls and climbs into the sky.

If one could sit in front of the Sanqing Hall at this moment, warming oneself by the fire, it would certainly have a unique charm.

Inside the Taoist temple, Chen Yang refined the last wisp of the Red Ganoderma Pill's medicinal power, and two streams of hot white vapor often emanated from his nose.

If one could see Chen Yang's current cultivation level, they would definitely be stunned, because in just a few months, Chen Yang's cultivation level had risen from three strands of spiritual power to seven strands of spiritual power, with an excess of about ten strands of spiritual energy.

Looking at the seven streams of spiritual energy within his dantian, Chen Yang still felt somewhat helpless.

"It's a pity that the effects of that spirit rice decrease after repeated consumption; otherwise, my cultivation level would probably be close to ten strands of spiritual power by now."

After Chen Yang took the Lingmi for the first time, the effect remained largely the same for the next two or three times. However, by the fifth and sixth times, the effect was completely halved.

It can only be said that if the amount of spirit rice is large enough, the effect of spirit rice will still be very strong.

After consulting various books and catalogs, Chen Yang discovered that this was a common problem with many spiritual items that enhance cultivation: their effectiveness would decrease after consuming too much.

However, there is indeed no introduction to this spirit rice in miscellaneous books and catalogs, which is quite rare.

Therefore, Chen Yang also planned that if he had the opportunity to obtain some paper later, he would personally record the habits and planting methods of this spirit rice on paper and add it to the miscellaneous books and catalogs, which would be an interesting thing.

However, my cultivation level has improved considerably, and since tomorrow is the New Year, I can start preparing today.

Tomorrow is the Lunar New Year, and Kong Ling and Hei Mao will both come to the temple to see him.

The little red fox was still cultivating in the little fox hill, but a few days ago he sent a little sparrow over to explain the reason to him.

Originally, he had planned to give himself a gift, but Chen Yang declined it repeatedly, after all, the little red fox was now cultivating so diligently.

Chen Yang later learned the reason from Kong Ling: the next clan leader was about to be decided in Little Fox Hill.

After all, Old Master Fox and the others had not returned for a long time, and there were still matters, big and small, that needed to be handled by someone in the clan.

Therefore, at this moment, both Hu Daoming and Bai Xue were doing their best to improve their cultivation, and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Knowing about this, Chen Yang sent over some more Red Ganoderma Pills and green amaranth, since it was enough for his own cultivation, and he was grateful for Ling Mi's kindness.

Chen Yang hadn't expected the spirit rice to be so potent; he felt he should compensate Chen Yang with some more.

Upon arriving in the backyard, Chen Yang decided to check on Ling Mi and Zhu Guo to see how they were doing.

During this period, Chen Yang would go to the fields to check every morning, noon and evening, for fear that some monsters might come and harm the spirit fields.

For some unknown reason, no ordinary birds or beasts dared to approach, and since this place was located in the outer mountains, there were even fewer beasts capable of cultivating on their own.

However, perhaps due to the effect of the Hundred Beasts' Abode, the backyard was full of medicinal fields, and all of them were infused with the Hundred Beasts' Abode.

The place where all beasts roost is formed by the resting place of all beasts. Many fierce beasts must have lain there, so it is normal for it to be able to drive away ordinary birds and beasts.

In the backyard field, the leaves of the Solomon's Seal have withered again.

If Chen Yang hadn't known that Solomon's seal was planted inside, he would have thought it was just an ordinary field.

The green veins on the amaranth were even deeper, but the medicinal effect remained unchanged.

However, Chen Yang was not discouraged and would occasionally sprinkle the remaining spiritual liquid on it.

Amidst the green clumps of amaranth, a tiny crimson fruit has quietly formed.

The vermilion fruit was like the small tomatoes I ate in my previous life; it wasn't very big, but its vermilion color was already impossible to conceal.

Although it will take some time, if I sprinkle the remaining spiritual liquid on it tomorrow, it should be able to ripen ahead of schedule.

It's safer to eat a spiritual fruit like the Vermilion Fruit as soon as possible, so Chen Yang plans to ripen it and eat it first thing tomorrow morning.

The peach tree in the courtyard is still in bloom, its green leaves having hung there for a year.

Chen Yang had not picked the peaches on the tree. Now that the peaches on the tree had grown for a year, they were plump and full, with a reddish blush on them, not much different from the peaches depicted in paintings.

However, it didn't seem to have any spiritual energy; it was just an ordinary peach.

Black Hair kept clamoring for food, but Chen Yang noticed that the peaches were still growing, so he restrained Black Hair.

"I can satisfy his craving tomorrow," Chen Yang said with a smile, stroking his beard.