The spiritual power in his body had been completely exhausted. Chen Ze prepared to meditate and cultivate the Xuantian Record to restore it.
Just then, his stomach let out a rumbling growl.
Only then did Chen Ze remember that he seemed not to have eaten anything since transmigrating here.
Though he was a cultivator, a Qi Refining Second Layer cultivator was still no different from an ordinary person. When he got hungry, he still got hungry.
With hunger gnawing at his stomach and worries about repaying his debt weighing on his mind, Chen Ze could no longer settle down to cultivate.
He looked around the bare, impoverished room and shook his head with a sigh.
Then, Chen Ze suddenly remembered the bag of Spirit Rice Seeds left behind by the original owner.
"Maybe they can still be eaten."
With that thought, Chen Ze's consciousness immediately entered the Myriad Things Space.
The moment he entered the Myriad Things Space, Chen Ze's attention was drawn to the golden rice field.
"These Spirit Rice plants have actually already matured."
"Weren't these seeds only scattered last night?"
Chen Ze looked at the rice stalks in the Spirit Field. They stood over a meter tall, every stalk heavy with Spirit Rice, so laden with fruit that their waists had bent beneath the weight.
At first, Chen Ze had thought that since these Spirit Rice Seeds had been stored for so long, they probably would not grow at all.
Yet not only had the Spirit Rice grown, it had even ripened overnight.
Chen Ze stared at the Spirit Field in shock. He remembered that Spirit Rice had a growth cycle of around a hundred days, and even after toiling for a whole year, one could only harvest three crops.
Now, in less than a day, he had harvested one crop of Spirit Rice, without even needing to water it.
"This rice field must have some kind of time acceleration function. Otherwise, this Spirit Rice couldn't possibly grow so quickly."
With that thought, an idea suddenly came to Chen Ze. "If this Spirit Field were planted entirely with spirit herbs, wouldn't high-grade spirit herbs be within easy reach?"
"I just don't know how many times the time acceleration is in this Spirit Field."
Amid his delight, Chen Ze considered how to gather all this Spirit Rice. He did not even have a sickle.
"When I sowed the seeds before, I used my thoughts to control them. I wonder if I can harvest them with my thoughts now."
Without hesitating further, Chen Ze controlled them with his mind, imagining all the rice stalks being pulled from the ground.
"It really works."
Chen Ze watched as every rice stalk automatically uprooted itself from the Spirit Field and piled itself in heaps beside the field.
Not a single speck of soil came up with them.
The Spirit Field returned to its freshly tilled state, waiting for new crops to be planted.
Chen Ze had no time to marvel. He scattered that bag of Spirit Rice Seeds across the Spirit Field once more.
This time, Chen Ze carefully kept track of the time. He wanted to confirm exactly how much the Spirit Field accelerated time.
Chen Ze wanted to remain in the Myriad Things Space to observe, but the hunger in his abdomen was already clawing at his brain.
Chen Ze thought for a moment. "It's fine. I don't need to stare at it the whole time. I can come check on it every so often. It isn't troublesome anyway—I only need to close my eyes."
Having made up his mind, Chen Ze withdrew his consciousness from the Myriad Things Space.
Then, Chen Ze took those heaps of rice stalks out of the Myriad Things Space.
Chen Ze eyed the rice stalks on the ground greedily. "I've never tasted Spirit Rice before."
Actions spoke louder than thoughts. Chen Ze began processing the rice stalks, stripping the Spirit Rice from them with his bare hands.
Half an hour later, the Spirit Rice had been completely separated from the stalks.
"This pile of Spirit Rice probably weighs around fifty jin.
It seems that at the Market, one hundred jin of Spirit Rice can be sold for one Spirit Stone.
Now I just need to know how much the Spirit Field accelerates time. If I can grow a thousand jin of Spirit Rice in five days, I won't need to run away.
I could pay off the wine debt completely, and if this keeps up, gathering the one hundred Spirit Stones needed to activate the Myriad Things Shop would be easy."
After calculating things over in his mind, Chen Ze focused his consciousness on the Myriad Things Space again.
Chen Ze discovered that after half an hour, the Spirit Rice had already sprouted.
He continued keeping track of the time before returning his consciousness to his body.
Chen Ze set aside some Spirit Rice to eat later and stored all the rest in the Myriad Things Space.
He removed the husks from the rice he had kept. Fortunately, the original owner had not sold the pots, bowls, and kitchen utensils in exchange for wine, so they could still be used.
He drew some water from the well in the little courtyard outside, rinsed the Spirit Rice briefly, and washed it.
Then he scrubbed the pot, added the Spirit Rice and an appropriate amount of water, and covered it with the lid.
Those rice stalks could be used as fuel. After thinking about it, Chen Ze also tore up the tattered quilt left behind by the original owner and stuffed it into the stove.
He cast the Ignition Art, tossing a ball of fire into the stove. The stove was instantly lit.
The Ignition Art, after its proficiency had increased, was far easier to use than before.
As he watched the flames roar in the stove and steam slowly rise from the pot, the fragrance of Spirit Rice gradually drifted through the air.
Chen Ze unconsciously licked his lips. He was truly hungry.
Not long afterward, the steaming Spirit Rice was ready, and Chen Ze served himself a bowl.
The aroma of Spirit Rice filled the entire room, and it also gave off thin wisps of Spiritual Energy.
Chen Ze could no longer wait to take a bite. As soon as a mouthful of Spirit Rice entered his mouth, he felt Spiritual Energy flow through his meridians and into his dantian.
"I never thought Spirit Rice would not only taste good, but also replenish spiritual power."
Chen Ze wolfed down three bowls in a row. His stomach was full, and the Spiritual Energy in his body had recovered seven or eight parts out of ten.
After eating, Chen Ze calculated that another hour had passed and looked into the Myriad Things Space again.
The Spirit Field was a lush sea of green. The Spirit Rice had grown into stalks nearly a meter tall, but they had not yet borne grain.
Based on fifteen years of farming experience from his memories, Chen Ze judged that this Spirit Rice had probably grown for around a month.
"By that calculation, one hour is equivalent to around twenty days. If I keep planting nonstop, I can absolutely grow a thousand jin of Spirit Rice in five days."
"I don't need to worry about running away anymore. But to forge iron, one must be hard oneself. I need to seize the time to cultivate."
And so, Chen Ze began using the Ignition Art again. Whenever he ran out of Spiritual Energy, he circulated the Xuantian Record to recover it. He did not feel bored in the slightest.
Another three hours passed. Chen Ze used the Ignition Art another seventy times and circulated the Xuantian Record three times.
Having just finished circulating the Xuantian Record and restoring his Spiritual Energy, Chen Ze felt that the time was about right and checked the Myriad Things Space.
"Sure enough, in less than five hours, this Spirit Rice has ripened for another harvest.
By that calculation, one day is equivalent to five hundred times the time acceleration.
Ten Spirit Stones? Easy."
Chen Ze happily harvested all the Spirit Rice again. This time, there was also around fifty jin.
He sowed the seeds again.
Chen Ze began using the Ignition Art once more. There was no helping it—this was the only thing he knew how to use right now.
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