Spirit Planter Guardian

This day, Yang Chen enjoyed a rare moment of peaceful cultivation. However, by evening, he retired to bed early.

Tomorrow was the day for harvesting the Spirit Rice. In front of the outer sect senior brothers and sisters, he wanted to ensure he was full of energy. He naturally had to get this attitude right.

The next day, before dawn, he started a fire and cooked. After eating, he immediately went to the fields to patrol.

As dawn broke, he seemed to sense something and looked into the distance. He saw a large group of people approaching from afar.

Leading the group were several disciples in white. They were all around twenty years old and possessed an imposing aura. Wang Kui and several supervisors from Area 8 were carefully accompanying them.

Yang Chen had learned about the Spirit Rice harvest date earlier. Seeing the people arrive now, he immediately stood at the entrance to respectfully wait. Many people like him were doing the same, including Xu Qingqing, all waiting obediently at the entrance.

From the main group, a contingent broke off, including an outer sect disciple, a supervisor from Area 8, and over thirty servant disciples.

Yang Chen took a brief glance and knew that there were almost no newcomers among this group of servant disciples. It seemed that harvesting Spirit Rice was a good job, with many people eager to participate.

He didn't overthink it, keeping his eyes on his nose and his mind focused, awaiting the arrangements from the white-clothed senior brother.

This white-clothed senior brother was also an efficient person. After counting the numbers, he took out the corresponding tools from his Storage Bag and distributed them to everyone. He then called Yang Chen and a few others over and ordered them to open the formation.

Once the formation was opened, the white-clothed senior brother sternly explained the precautions, repeatedly emphasizing that no one was allowed to pocket any of the harvest. Violators would be immediately expelled from the sect.

"You few, follow us into the fields."

The white-clothed disciple waved his hand. Yang Chen, Xu Qingqing, and the others were also given tools like sickles and would soon join everyone in the fields.

Before everyone entered the fields, the white-clothed disciple circled the field ridges three times. Seeing this, Yang Chen's heart immediately tensed up.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. When the white-clothed disciple returned to the group, his face showed no signs of displeasure. He surveyed everyone, divided them into five groups, and then ordered them into the fields.

As for himself, he naturally wouldn't be doing any manual labor. Accompanied by a supervisor from Area 8 whom Yang Chen didn't recognize, he supervised the progress of the five spirit fields.

Yang Chen bent over, holding his sickle, and slowly advanced from a corner on the north side.

"This Spirit Rice is really tough!"

Yang Chen exclaimed, feeling as if he wasn't cutting rice but chopping trees. It was only because of his immense strength now; otherwise, it would take him a considerable amount of time to cut a single stalk of Spirit Rice.

The hundred acres of spirit fields were not excessively large or small. With five to six people working together, the progress was quite satisfactory. However, Spirit Rice was known for its resilience, and it was clear that a hundred acres couldn't be harvested in a single day. By afternoon, everyone stopped.

Yang Chen noticed the other areas and his expression turned strange.

These people appeared to have higher cultivation than him, yet their speed in harvesting the Spirit Rice was slower than his.

Just as he was about to praise himself, he suddenly realized that these people were deliberately slacking off, trying to earn a few more Spirit Crystals.

He deactivated the formation and did not return to the living quarters, choosing to stay in the wooden house.

Having been busy all day, his cultivation had been delayed. He ate a quick meal and eagerly began to cultivate.

For the next two days, Yang Chen maintained his speed. He wasn't interested in one or two Spirit Crystals; he naturally wanted to finish the task as soon as possible and dedicate more time to cultivation.

This made the faces of the servant disciples who had come from the outer sect look a bit grim. If they could drag it out, they could extend it by another day, and that day was worth 1 Spirit Crystal. They weren't arranged to be here without a price.

Yang Chen paid them no mind and continued to do as he pleased. By the afternoon of the third day, he had completely harvested the hundred acres of Spirit Rice in his assigned area.

The white-clothed senior brother had also been busy during these three days. After the Spirit Rice was harvested, he used special equipment provided by the sect to separate the rice ears and weigh them one by one.

Once everything was finished, the white-clothed senior brother distributed Spirit Crystals to everyone. He then summoned Yang Chen and the other four individually, awarding each of them 3 Spirit Crystals. He praised them for their diligence and for meeting the yield target for the Spirit Rice.

Yang Chen happily pocketed the 6 Spirit Crystals, appreciating the benefits of completing the task, something disciples working in the mines or forests could only dream of.

The white-clothed disciple led his group away. Yang Chen still had a task to complete and did not leave with them. That evening, he stayed in the wooden house again.

After a round of cultivation, he summoned his status panel:

[Realm: Qi Martial Third Level, Punching Power: 4012 kg]

"Qi Martial Fourth Level is not far off!"

Yang Chen couldn't hide his joy. It had been less than two months since he joined the sect, and he had rapidly progressed from a Quasi-Martialist to a point close to Qi Martial Fourth Level. Among the disciples of the Nineteenth Servant Peak, few could match his progress speed.

"With my current cultivation, I should at least rank in the top three hundred of my cohort, and even entering the top two hundred is not impossible."

At this moment, Yang Chen felt a surge of pride. At the beginning of the month, he had been shocked by the cultivation levels of those on the rankings. Now, as the month was about to end, he was gradually closing the gap.

One night passed quickly. The next day at noon, just as Yang Chen finished his cultivation, he heard the resonant sound of a great bell echoing from high in the sky: "From now on, for fifteen days, no one is allowed to enter the Spirit Field area. Relevant personnel, activate the formation and leave quickly."

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Chen left the wooden house without hesitation and looked up at the sky.

What he saw made his heart tremble. High in the sky hung a colossal face, seemingly larger than the sky itself. The face gazed down upon the land, exerting an unimaginable impact on the disciples below.

Yang Chen was speechless with shock!

His understanding of the Sun Moon Sect was now even greater than before. For instance, he knew who this giant face belonged to.

This was a True Disciple of the Hidden Sword Peak, in charge of the Spirit Rice, medicinal herbs, mineral resources, and other assets under the five servant peaks subordinate to the Hidden Sword Peak. He possessed not only world-shattering strength but also an extremely noble status.

"Spirit Planter Guardian Qiu Jiuming!"

The supreme being of the Five Great Servant Peaks!

He cast a hurried glance before lowering his head and quickly ran to the edge of the spirit field, using his token to completely shut down the formation.

After deactivating the formation, he walked away with his head down. Once he left the spirit field area, he didn't immediately return to the living quarters but found a higher vantage point and sat down.

He was not the only one. Almost all the servant disciples in the spirit field area were looking expectantly from various spots outside the area.

As Yang Chen waited with rapt attention, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted past him. He looked closely and saw Xu Qingqing, with hair like a waterfall and stunning beauty, standing not far from him.

"Senior Sister Xu, you're here to join the fun too?"

Xu Qingqing gave a gentle smile and nodded slightly at Yang Chen, but didn't say much.

Yang Chen could tell that although she was smiling, there was a clear sense of distance in her expression.

"Iceberg beauty."

Yang Chen gave her a nickname in his mind. The thought made him chuckle, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xu Qingqing seemed not to notice. Her eyes reflected the huge face, and it was unclear what she was thinking.