Planting Spirit Herbs

Chen Ze glanced at the sky outside; it was already broad daylight. He stood up and stretched his back.

Cultivation is actually a bit addictive, but one still needs to rest when it's time to rest.

After Chen Ze cooked and ate some Spirit Rice, he flopped onto his bed and fell asleep.

Right now, other than lacking Spirit Stones, he lacked nothing else.

However, in a few more days, once the spirit herbs matured, he would no longer be short of Spirit Stones.

For now, Chen Ze still considered his cultivation too low; it wasn't the time to wander around aimlessly.

He would prioritize raising his cultivation first, and only after gaining the ability to protect himself would he go out to explore the world.

Although playing it safe wasn't Chen Ze's usual style, when it was time to lay low, he had to lay low.

He would definitely return to the Qingyun Sect.

He couldn't speak for anything else, but at the very least, he had to seek justice for the original owner; it was the least he could do to repay the favor of using this body.

Waking up from his sleep, Chen Ze felt refreshed. "It's time to continue cultivating."

Chen Ze began to cultivate again, continuing without pause until late into the night.

Meanwhile, the Thug who had been waiting in the shadows for an opportunity had long since grown impatient.

For two consecutive days, he had been watching Chen Ze's house without a moment's rest.

Chen Ze didn't go out during the day, and his room remained brightly lit at night; the Thug's patience was being worn away bit by bit.

"I refuse to believe you never sleep."

Although the Thug didn't know what Chen Ze was doing, his goal was to capture Chen Ze quietly, and he had to complete this mission.

Just like that, another three days passed.

Chen Ze spent the entire day cultivating, sleeping only a few hours during the daytime.

Finally, through Chen Ze's unremitting efforts, his cultivation broke through to the Qi Refining Third Layer.

Over these three days, Chen Ze had been constantly practicing the Ignition Art. After raising the Ignition Art from the Perfection level to the Grandmaster level, the number of uses required no longer doubled.

Instead, it required 5,000 uses to max out the Grandmaster level. Three days of non-stop practice had only yielded 3,000 uses.

Name: Chen Ze

Cultivation: Qi Refining Third Layer 8/100

Talent: Earth-element Low-grade Spiritual Root

Cultivation Method: Xuantian Record (Proficient) 44/200

Spells:

Ignition Art (Grandmaster) 3200/5000

Breath Concealment Art (Perfection) 600/1600

Earth Shield Art (Proficient) 1/200

Heart Piercing Stab (Proficient) 1/200

Myriad Things Space: Level 1

After Chen Ze looked over his Attribute Panel, a satisfied smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

"The Breath Concealment Art really can be kept active constantly."

By cultivating non-stop, Chen Ze had made a small discovery.

The upgraded Breath Concealment Art could not only suppress his aura but could also perfectly hide his cultivation level.

He just hadn't found anyone to test it on yet, so he didn't know how effective it was.

Furthermore, the Breath Concealment Art could be kept in a constant state of use, and the Spiritual Energy it consumed was minimal.

Most importantly, while keeping the Breath Concealment Art active, his proficiency would increase by 1 point on the attribute interface every so often.

Chen Ze checked the Myriad Things Space again; the 10 spirit herbs planted in the Spirit Field had all taken shape.

Now, all they lacked was age; once they reached the required age, these spirit herbs could all be sold for money.

After observing the Myriad Things Space and withdrawing his consciousness, Chen Ze looked outside; the sun had set, and the sky was gradually darkening.

"My cultivation has broken through; I can't keep cultivating by turning night into day like this."

Realizing that his current sleep schedule wasn't very healthy, Chen Ze decided he should make some changes.

Constantly flipping day and night like this felt a bit damaging to his body.

After cooking and eating some Spirit Rice, Chen Ze lay quietly on his bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

The Thug, who had been observing Chen Ze from the shadows and waiting for an opportunity, couldn't help but curse, "Damn it!" when he saw the lights in Chen Ze's room suddenly go out.

He had been guarding for so many days, just waiting for Chen Ze to turn off the lights and sleep at night so he could quietly snatch him away.

But all these days, Chen Ze hadn't slept at night, and he hadn't found a perfect opportunity, delaying his move.

He had previously suspected that Chen Ze wasn't home, but he had seen him a few times, drawing water in the courtyard during the day.

He could only continue to wait for an opportunity, but today he finally reached his limit; he decided that no matter what, he had to make his move today.

He had even gone out of his way to buy a knockout drug, prepared to knock Chen Ze unconscious tonight even if he hadn't gone to sleep yet.

However, the fact that the lights in Chen Ze's room were now extinguished not only surprised him but also filled him with rage, as if he were being toyed with.

The thug looked at the knockout drug in his hand, which he had specifically spent one Spirit Stone to purchase, knowing it was effective even against cultivators.

He decided he should still be cautious; he had been careful for so long, and if something went wrong at this moment, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

"The person who sold me this drug said it could even knock out a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm."

"Let's see if you die today, kid."

Beneath the mask covering his face, the thug revealed a cunning expression.

The thug moved with agility as he crept toward the house where Chen Ze lived, not making a single sound.

When he reached the front door of Chen Ze's house, he quietly pushed the knockout drug through the gap in the door.

Then, he crouched outside the door, waiting silently for the drug to take effect.

Inside the room, Chen Ze, who had decided to change his sleep schedule, found himself unable to fall asleep despite lying in bed, having already taken a nap during the day.

However, Chen Ze had a method; when he couldn't sleep, he only needed to close his eyes, relax his entire body, and focus all his attention on the breath between his nose and mouth, and he would slowly drift off to sleep automatically, with excellent sleep quality to boot.

This was a method Chen Ze used frequently before he transmigrated whenever he suffered from insomnia, and it was always very effective.

Yet, tonight, Chen Ze lay in bed using this method for an entire hour, and he still didn't feel a hint of sleepiness.

Why can't I fall asleep? This method used to work every single time!

Could it be because cultivators need less sleep and don't need to sleep as much every day?

Chen Ze had read novels before that mentioned how some great cultivation experts could cultivate indefinitely without sleep or rest.

When they meditated, their Spiritual Energy was abundant and their bodily functions were stimulated, so whether they slept or not didn't matter; cultivation was a form of rest in itself.

But I'm not a great cultivation expert yet; I'm still just a cultivation newbie, and I can't do that.

No, before I reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, I must plan my daily cultivation time properly.

The feeling of wanting to sleep but being unable to is just too miserable.

Chen Ze shouted in his heart.

Helpless, Chen Ze continued to empty his mind and focus on his breathing.

He had to sleep.

Just as Chen Ze was wallowing in his own misery, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

There seemed to be a different scent in the air.

It was a bit fragrant.

Something's not right.

Chen Ze didn't act rashly; he sat up from the bed, held his breath, and focused his mind, keeping his aura suppressed with the Breath Concealment Art.

He discovered a wisp of smoke drifting in the room, so he held his breath and climbed out of bed quietly.

Following the source of the smoke, he slowly walked to the room's door.

A knockout drug?

Chen Ze saw an object on the floor emitting smoke, much like the mosquito repellent mats he had used in his previous life.

Without time to think, Chen Ze immediately stored the knockout drug into the Myriad Things Space.

Inside the room, the scent of the knockout drug slowly dissipated.

Only then did Chen Ze have time to ponder, "Who is trying to harm me?"

His mind flashed through every person he had met like lightning.

"Who on earth is it?"