Time Acceleration

With his internal spiritual power completely exhausted, Chen Ze prepared to sit in meditation and practice the Xuantian Record to recover.

Just then, his stomach let out a loud, rumbling growl.

Only then did Chen Ze remember that he hadn't eaten a single thing since he had transmigrated into this world.

Although he was a cultivator, a cultivator at the Qi Refining Second Layer was still no different from a mortal; if he was hungry, he would still feel the pangs of hunger.

Between the hunger gnawing at his gut and the lingering anxiety over his debts, Chen Ze found he could no longer sit still and focus on his cultivation.

Glancing around the room, which was so bare it looked as though the walls were all that remained, Chen Ze shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly, Chen Ze remembered the bag of Spirit Rice Seeds left behind by the original owner.

Maybe they're still edible.

With that thought, Chen Ze's consciousness immediately entered the Myriad Things Space.

The moment he arrived, Chen Ze's attention was captured by the golden wheat field.

"These Spirit Rice plants have actually matured already."

"Weren't these seeds just sown last night?"

Chen Ze stared at the Spirit Field, where the rice stalks stood over a meter tall. Each stalk was heavy with Spirit Rice, the bountiful harvest bowing the plants toward the earth.

At first, Chen Ze had assumed that since the Spirit Rice Seeds had been sitting for so long, they would never sprout.

To his surprise, not only had they sprouted, but in the span of a single night, they had already reached maturity.

Chen Ze looked at the Spirit Field in astonishment. He remembered that the growth cycle for Spirit Rice was around 100 days, and even with a year of hard labor, one could only harvest three crops.

Now, in less than a day, he had harvested a full crop of Spirit Rice, and he hadn't even needed to water them.

"This field must have a time acceleration function; otherwise, this Spirit Rice wouldn't have grown so quickly."

As this thought struck him, a new idea formed: "If I planted nothing but high-grade spirit herbs in this field, wouldn't they be within my reach in no time?"

"I just don't know what the multiplier for this time acceleration is."

While delighted, Chen Ze pondered how to collect the rice, realizing he didn't even have a sickle.

"When I sowed the seeds earlier, I relied on my intent to control them. I wonder if I can harvest them the same way."

Without further hesitation, Chen Ze used his intent, imagining all the rice stalks being pulled up.

"It works."

Chen Ze watched as every stalk was automatically pulled from the soil and stacked in piles along the edge of the field.

Not a single speck of dirt from the Spirit Field had been disturbed.

The field returned to its tilled state, waiting for new crops to be planted.

Chen Ze didn't have time to be surprised; he immediately scattered the bag of Spirit Rice Seeds into the field once more.

This time, he kept a careful watch on the time, determined to confirm the acceleration multiplier of the field.

Chen Ze wanted to stay in the Myriad Things Space to observe, but the hunger in his abdomen was stimulating his brain.

Chen Ze thought to himself, "It's fine. I don't need to stare at it constantly. I'll just check in on it from time to time; it's not a hassle, just a blink of an eye."

Having made his decision, Chen Ze withdrew his consciousness from the Myriad Things Space.

Next, Chen Ze retrieved the piles of rice stalks from the space.

Chen Ze looked at the stalks on the floor with greedy eyes. "I've never tasted Spirit Rice before."

Action followed thought; Chen Ze began processing the stalks, stripping the grains off by hand.

Half an hour later, the Spirit Rice had been completely separated from the stalks.

"This pile of Spirit Rice is probably around 50 pounds."

"It seems that in the market, 100 pounds of Spirit Rice can be sold for 1 Spirit Stone."

"Now I just need to know the acceleration rate of the field. If I can grow a thousand pounds of Spirit Rice in five days, I won't have to run away."

"I could easily pay off the wine debt, and if I keep this up, gathering the 100 Spirit Stones needed to activate the Myriad Things Shop will be simple."

After calculating in his heart, Chen Ze turned his consciousness back to the Myriad Things Space.

Chen Ze discovered that in the half hour that had passed, the seeds had already sprouted.

He continued to track the time before returning his consciousness to his body.

Chen Ze set aside a small portion of the rice to eat and stored the rest back in the Myriad Things Space.

He husked the remaining rice, grateful that the original owner hadn't sold the pots and pans for wine, leaving him with tools to use.

He drew some water from the well in the small courtyard, rinsed the rice, and cleaned it.

Then, he scrubbed the pot, added the rice and an appropriate amount of water, and covered it with the lid.

The rice stalks would serve perfectly as fuel. After a moment's thought, Chen Ze tore up the tattered quilt left by the original owner and stuffed it into the stove.

He cast the Ignition Art, tossing a ball of fire into the stove, which ignited instantly.

The Ignition Art, now that its proficiency had leveled up, was much easier to use than before.

Watching the raging flames inside the stove and the steam slowly rising from the pot, the fragrance of the Spirit Rice began to drift out.

Chen Ze licked his lips involuntarily; he was truly hungry.

It didn't take long for the steaming Spirit Rice to finish cooking, and Chen Ze served himself a bowl.

The aroma of the Spirit Rice filled the entire room, and it even radiated wisps of Spiritual Energy.

Chen Ze couldn't wait to take a bite. As a mouthful of Spirit Rice entered his mouth, he felt Spiritual Energy flowing along his meridians and into his Dantian.

"I never imagined this Spirit Rice would not only be delicious but also capable of replenishing spiritual power."

Chen Ze polished off three bowls in a row. His stomach was full, and the Spiritual Energy within his body had recovered seven or eight-tenths.

After finishing his meal, Chen Ze calculated that another hour had passed, then took a look at the Myriad Things Space.

The Spirit Field was a lush green; the Spirit Rice had grown into stalks nearly a meter high, though they had yet to bear fruit.

Based on his fifteen years of farming experience from his memories, this Spirit Rice had likely been growing for about a month.

"By this calculation, one hour is equivalent to about 20 days of time. If it continues like this, with non-stop planting, I could easily grow a thousand catties of Spirit Rice in five days."

"I don't need to worry about whether I'll have to run away anymore, but to forge iron, one must be strong oneself; I need to seize the time to cultivate."

Just like that, Chen Ze began practicing the Ignition Art again. Whenever he ran out of Spiritual Energy, he would circulate the Xuantian Record to recover it, never feeling bored for a moment.

Three hours later, Chen Ze had used the Ignition Art another 70 times and circulated the Xuantian Record three times.

Just as he finished circulating the Xuantian Record and recovering his Spiritual Energy, Chen Ze felt that enough time had passed and checked inside the Myriad Things Space.

"As expected, in less than five hours, this Spirit Rice has matured for another season."

"By this count, one day is equivalent to a 500-fold time acceleration."

"It's only 10 Spirit Stones; simple as that."

Chen Ze happily harvested all the Spirit Rice again; this time, it was also about 50 catties.

He sowed the seeds once more.

Chen Ze began using the Ignition Art again; there was no help for it, as it was the only thing he knew how to do for now.