The summer wind swept over the hills, stirring the thriving rice in the Spirit Fields. Their emerald leaves danced in the breeze, brimming with vigorous life.
Wang Chen stood beside the field ridge in a straw hat, gazing at the dozens of mu of flourishing Spirit Rice. Joy rose naturally within him.
He had been in the Haotian Realm for over two months now, and Wang Chen had gradually integrated into this new world.
Yet his way of blending in differed from most people's. He cleared wasteland and farmed, rising with the sun and resting at sunset, doing agricultural work other cultivators disdained—and thoroughly enjoying it.
He seemed quite the oddity.
But Wang Chen himself knew very well that he possessed a unique talent for spiritual plants.
The rice he personally planted and cultivated was alive, and it contained a trace of spirituality.
He could sense the rice plants' joy, delight, sorrow, pain, and fear.
In his own way, Wang Chen could soothe their emotions and help them solve the problems they encountered.
Until the rice ripened!
And through this exchange, unimaginable to outsiders, Wang Chen gained a faint insight into the spiritual resonance of heaven and earth, the wonders of nature.
It greatly hastened his integration into the Haotian Realm!
Thus, aside from cultivation, Wang Chen devoted even more time to tending his Spirit Fields.
He was searching for his own "Dao" in this new world.
Suddenly, Wang Chen's ears twitched, and his gaze turned toward a patch of Spirit Rice a hundred paces away.
An unusual disturbance came from there.
Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust out a Sword Finger through the air.
A streak of pale golden Geng Metal sword energy shot from his fingertip in an instant, streaking a hundred paces away with lightning speed before