Spirit Field Incident

About an hour after Uncle-Master Liao and the others arrived at the Assembly Hall, the news gradually spread.

At the thirteen cultivation grounds of Xiaguang Peak in the outer sect, a young man in a purple robe slowly opened his eyes. The young man looked unremarkable, giving off a simple and honest impression, except for a pair of eyes that occasionally flashed with sharp light, making people dare not underestimate him.

After opening his eyes, the purple-robed youth took out a green Sound Transmission Bamboo from his robes. A voice came from the bamboo: "Senior Brother Chen, I just received news that three Uncle-Masters from the inner sect have come down to oversee the Spirit Rice harvest. The date is set for ten days from now."

The purple-robed youth's expression was calm: "I know. Instruct them to proceed as usual."

"Alright, I'll personally go to Nineteen Peaks and convey the instructions."

"Thank you for your trouble."

The voice from the Sound Transmission Bamboo repeatedly said, "It's my duty."

The purple-robed youth ignored it and flipped his hand, taking something out of his Storage Bag. He muttered to himself, "It's harvest season again. Just what I need, I'm short on Spirit Crystals..."

Two days later, Yang Chen received the news that the Spirit Rice harvest was set for eight days later. He would need to follow orders and cooperate with the harvest. Additionally, a group of people would be temporarily transferred from Area 8 to help.

Yang Chen felt nothing about this and remained immersed in his diligent cultivation.

That afternoon, after completing his tasks, Yang Chen headed to the mess hall. After eating, he went to the plaza as usual to check the rankings.

[First Place: Zhang Zhixian, Cultivation: Qi Martial Seventh Level, Affiliated Area: Area 1]

[Second Place: Gu You, Cultivation: Qi Martial Seventh Level, Affiliated Area: Area 5]

[Third Place: Huang Tianyu, Cultivation: Qi Martial Seventh Level, Affiliated Area: Area 8]

[...]

[Seventy-fifth Place: Xu Qingqing, Cultivation: Qi Martial Fifth Level, Affiliated Area: Area 8]

[Ninety-eighth Place: Meng Shijun, Cultivation: Qi Martial Fourth Level, Affiliated Area: Area 8]

[...]

More than ten days passed. The changes on the rankings were neither big nor small.

The top three remained unchanged, but Gu You and Huang Tianyu had caught up in cultivation to the Qi Martial Seventh Level. After them, all the way to 23rd place, their cultivation was at the Qi Martial Sixth Level.

The competition in this area was particularly fierce, with names changing almost daily. Further down, everyone was at the Qi Martial Fifth Level.

Xu Qingqing had made progress, moving up seven spots. In addition, Meng Shijun, who had a verbal spat with Yang Chen, had also surged ahead, breaking into the top 100.

Looking at the rankings, various thoughts flashed through Yang Chen's mind.

Since the rankings were established, disciples with the means had been cultivating desperately. To be honest, he also really wished his name could appear on the list.

But he knew it was impossible to make it onto the list this month. He wasn't the only one improving at an astonishing rate. Behind this exaggerated pace of cultivation was the consumption of vast amounts of Spirit Crystals.

It was less a competition of talent and more a competition of resources.

He wasn't worried. There were ultimately differences between people, and not everyone could maintain this pace because not everyone's backing could supply infinite resources.

This month was the most competitive. When the next month arrived, some people would find themselves in a tight spot. That would be his time to make a push for the cultivation rankings.

He watched for a moment, suppressed the urge to try, and strode away.

A night passed. After breakfast, Yang Chen went straight to the spirit field area to begin his daily patrol.

"Environment shapes everything. This is universally true in any world."

Walking along the field ridges and looking at the golden, shining Spirit Rice, Yang Chen felt a sense of realization.

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Take the Spirit Rice he tended, for example. Almost all of it could reach a yield of 30,000 kilograms per mu. In his previous life, who would have dared to imagine such a thing?

But in this world, it was the norm. He didn't really believe the Spirit Rice was special; he thought the environment was the deciding factor for all changes.

Humans were the same. He didn't believe people in this world were nobler than those in his previous life. Whether it was those just starting on the path of martial arts, those who had already achieved something, or even those giants who dominated the world, the reason they reached such heights was ultimately due to the environment.

This world had spiritual energy and martial arts, which allowed them to reach such heights.

Lost in thought, Yang Chen completed his first patrol of the day. He stood at the edge of the spirit field, took out his token, and activated a corner of the formation.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly: "That's not right. Why has the spiritual energy concentration dropped so much?"

He had been patrolling the spirit fields for over a month and had a clear sense of the scale of spiritual energy that would surge out each time he activated the formation.

But just now, after activating the formation, there was almost no spiritual energy dissipating. This was clearly abnormal.

He firmly believed that where there was abnormality, there must be a demon, so he immediately put away his token and meticulously inspected his hundred mu of spirit fields.

More than half an hour later, Yang Chen stood by the roadside with a grim expression. He hadn't found any problems.

Yet, the spiritual energy had decreased. He naturally didn't believe nothing had changed.

He hadn't been idle for the past month. At the very least, he understood his assigned task.

Before the Spirit Rice matured, there was no situation where spiritual energy would decrease.

"Could there be a problem with the formation?"

Carrying this doubt, Yang Chen returned to the wooden house. Whether it was a problem with the formation would be answered when he patrolled in the afternoon.

He suppressed the杂念 in his heart, struck a pose, and began to cultivate.

Time quickly passed to the afternoon. Yang Chen locked the door of the wooden house and walked onto the ridge of the field. After patrolling, he opened a corner of the formation again.

A large amount of spiritual energy turned into a strong wind and battered him. Doubts surged in Yang Chen's heart. Such a concentration of spiritual energy was normal, but why had the spiritual energy decreased so much in the morning?

The spirit rice was of great importance. It was the guarantee of his sufficient cultivation time, and he would absolutely not allow any accidents.

He returned to the residential area with a heavy heart. After dinner, he went back to his room and suddenly thought of someone. He immediately took out the Sound Transmission Bamboo: "Senior Brother Wang, would it be convenient for you to send over two bottles of Qi Strength Pills?"

In a moment, Wang Feng's laughter came from the Sound Transmission Bamboo.

"Look at you, speaking so formally? We're like brothers, what's inconvenient about it? Don't worry about me now, even if I were busy, I would definitely prioritize Junior Brother Yang's matters."

"You wait, I'll send them over right now."

Yang Chen put away the Sound Transmission Bamboo and waited patiently for Wang Feng to arrive.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a knock on the door. He immediately opened it and indeed saw Wang Feng standing at the door with a smile. He opened the door and invited him in.

"Junior Brother Yang, here are the Qi Strength Pills you wanted. That will be 6 Spirit Crystals."

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Feng took out two bottles of Qi Strength Pills.

Yang Chen had done many transactions with him before. Without even looking, he put away the Qi Strength Pills and handed over 6 Spirit Crystals.

After receiving the Spirit Crystals, Wang Feng smiled broadly: "Thank you, Junior Brother Yang, for your continued support. When I'm promoted to the outer sect one day, just watch my performance, Junior Brother Yang."

"Then this junior brother congratulates Senior Brother Wang on his promotion in advance."

"Hahaha!" Wang Feng laughed heartily, "Junior Brother, your words are so pleasant to hear. I believe that one day, we two will be able to cooperate hand in hand in the outer sect."

Yang Chen smiled: "Senior Brother flatters me. My cultivation is shallow, and the Blood Martial Realm is still a distant prospect, let alone the True Martial Realm?"