Spirit Rice Nears Ripening

On his way out, names on the ranking list couldn't help but surface in his mind. The gap was too vast. Even with the Spirit Crystals provided by the System, he wasn't confident he could rank among the top.

"Xu Qingqing's cultivation is actually Qi Martial Fourth Level, truly terrifying. But even more terrifying is the young man surnamed Huang by her side. No, not Huang, but Imperial!"

"Even a prince of Feng Country joins the Sun Moon Sword Sect starting as a laborer..."

At this moment, the Sun Moon Sword Sect became even more mysterious in Yang Chen's eyes.

Feng Country's territory was vast, stretching tens of thousands of miles from north to south and equally as far from east to west. The Imperial Clan ruled over hundreds of millions of people in Feng Country.

From this, one could see how powerful the Imperial Clan was.

Yet, such an unfathomably powerful prince from the Imperial Clan had joined the Sun Moon Sword Sect, starting as a laborer. This proved the Sun Moon Sword Sect's power far surpassed his imagination.

At this moment, Yang Chen felt a magnificent corner of this world slowly unfolding before him.

He was apprehensive and fearful, yet excited and expectant, wishing he could throw himself into that fervent and brilliant great era like a moth drawn to a flame.

Yang Chen only managed to calm his emotions when he reached the spirit field area.

He knew that thinking too much now was pointless. Only by continuously improving his strength and advancing his cultivation could he establish a foothold in this brilliant great era.

Arriving at Spirit Field Number Eight, he inspected it carefully, then used his token to activate the formation, allowing the spiritual energy gathered in the spirit field to dissipate.

After doing all this, he couldn't wait to enter the wooden house and begin cultivating.

Time passed day by day. The life of a laborer disciple was boring and monotonous, but Yang Chen found joy in it, savoring the pleasure that came with improving his strength.

When the eighth day arrived, Yang Chen's cultivation advanced to Qi Martial Third Level. But this was just a minor interlude; he continued his stable and low-key cultivation life.

Time flowed again. Unknowingly, half a month had passed since the opening of the cultivation ranking list.

At Spirit Field Number Eight, Yang Chen stood on the ridge, carefully examining the Spirit Rice. "Calculating the time, the Spirit Rice harvest day is probably not far off."

He clearly remembered Senior Brother Luo saying before he left that when the Spirit Rice matured, outer sect senior brothers and sisters would come down to arrange the harvest.

So far, he hadn't heard any news. He guessed it was because his own level was too low; even if there was news, it wouldn't reach his ears.

But he didn't care. He just needed to ensure nothing went wrong before the Spirit Rice harvest.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, halfway up a ten-thousand-foot-tall giant peak, a red-robed man with a stern expression and an aura of immortality was unhurriedly descending the mountain.

Beside him stood a man and a woman. These two also wore red robes, and the aura they occasionally exuded was as terrifying as an abyss or the sea.

Although the three seemed to be moving slowly, in reality, each step covered dozens of feet, and in the blink of an eye, they had covered hundreds of feet.

After about fifteen minutes, the three arrived outside a magnificent golden palace at the foot of the mountain.

"Welcome, Uncle-Master Liao, Uncle-Master Du, Aunt-Master Chen!"

As soon as the three appeared outside the palace, deep, steady voices rang out.

Below the palace steps stood dozens of white-robed disciples with astonishing auras.

The stern red-robed man nodded slightly and, escorted by the white-robed disciples lining the path, strode into the palace.

Just before the red-robed woman stepped into the palace, a faint voice carried out, "Come in, all of you."

Uncle-Master Du's words were golden. Once he spoke, the remaining thirty-six people, even if they wanted to show off a bit more, wouldn't dare defy his orders.

These were inner disciples, not only holding noble status but also possessing earth-shattering strength. Each of them was at the Transcendent Realm or above, peerless figures capable of flying through the sky, burrowing through the earth, and shattering mountains with a palm strike.

After everyone left, Uncle-Master Du glanced at the two who seemed a bit reserved. "Arrange for someone to deliver messages to the two peaks later. Have their stewards come to Hidden Sword City's Wu Ding Grand Restaurant to meet me."

"I need you to prepare all the necessary supplies and personnel for the Spirit Rice harvest within three days. You can discuss this matter with the stewards of the two peaks."

"For the Spirit Rice harvest ten days from now, I don't want to see any mistakes. Whichever team causes an error in this harvest, I will hold you accountable."

A young man in white robes said respectfully, "Please rest assured, Uncle-Master, we will complete the mission flawlessly!"

"Good. If you need anything, you can find me at the Wu Ding Grand Restaurant."

As his voice faded, Uncle-Master Du rose into the air, standing as if on nothing, transforming into a streak of rainbow light that vanished into the horizon in an instant.

The two outer disciples exchanged glances, seeing the envy and longing in each other's eyes.