Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl

Shen Fan managing to drag his heavily injured body back to the Spirit Field was already an act of willpower that ordinary people would find unbearable.

He used all his strength to close the door, slowly sat down, and looked at the Qi Induction Pill that had been crushed into powder in his hand. Shen Fan carefully placed it in the chipped, broken bowl on the table that he usually ate from.

What was broken was not just the pill, but also his feelings for Lu Qingzhu.

After that, he couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the broken bowl on the table.

Then, he leaned back and fell to the ground, finally unable to resist losing consciousness.

Shen Fan, unconscious, had no idea that the blood he spat out onto the broken bowl silently absorbed every last drop of his blood.

Early the next morning.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was kicked open, and Zhao Erhu, the manager of the Spirit Field, walked in menacingly.

Muttering curses, he came to the bedside: "Shen Fan, what time is it? Why aren't you out working in the fields? If this season's harvest is less than fifty kilograms per mu, see how I deal with you!"

"Huh? Why is this kid sleeping on the ground?"

"Wait! What's this?"

Shen Fan was suddenly awakened and saw Zhao Erhu reaching for the broken bowl on the table.

Then, he picked up a complete Qi Induction Pill from the broken bowl, greedily wanting to put it in his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Fan suddenly sat up to stop him, but a sharp pain suddenly came from his back.

"Ah!!"

Shen Fan screamed and collapsed on the ground.

Zhao Erhu picked up the complete Qi Induction Pill and said mockingly, "I heard you saved up three years of contributions just to exchange for this Qi Induction Pill to give to Lu Qingzhu?"

"This is it, right!"

"I'm warning you, Senior Brother Qingshan told me to take good care of you. From today on, in addition to the five mu of Spirit Field you have, the other five mu of uncultivated Spirit Field next to you will also be under your management!"

"A total of ten mu of Spirit Field. If the harvest is less, I'll skin you alive!"

"Today, for the sake of this Qi Induction Pill, I'll let you rest for a day."

"Starting tomorrow, the reclamation, sowing, and irrigation of all ten mu of Spirit Field will be your responsibility alone!"

After speaking, he hummed a little tune and left the room.

At this time, Shen Fan's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the severe pain made his whole body twitch.

He didn't quite hear what Zhao Erhu said, something about him being responsible for ten mu of Spirit Field. This was obviously instigated by Li Qingshan behind the scenes.

But what was going on with the Qi Induction Pill that Zhao Erhu took away?

After a while, Shen Fan recovered slightly, then looked up at the table.

He only saw his usual chopsticks and bowl on the table.

But he had clearly seen Zhao Erhu take a complete Qi Induction Pill from the bowl just now, but wasn't that Qi Induction Pill crushed yesterday?

All kinds of doubts lingered in Shen Fan's mind, making him very puzzled, but fortunately, Zhao Erhu took the Qi Induction Pill and gave him a day off.

After a night of rest, Shen Fan struggled to get up, his legs as heavy as lead, barely able to support him to move a few steps.

Then, with trembling hands, he picked up the broken bowl, turned the rice bag over, and the remaining half bowl of coarse rice fell out, and he carefully picked up even the few grains scattered on the ground.

"All the contribution points were exchanged for that Qi Induction Pill..."

Shen Fan stared at the rice grains at the bottom of the bowl, his Adam's apple bobbing.

One sect contribution point could be exchanged for ten kilograms of coarse rice, and his only livelihood was to plant Spirit Field to exchange for meager contributions.

But the harvest this season was still a month away, so how would he survive these long days?

Anger surged in his chest. Shen Fan thought of everything he had given to Lu Qingzhu in the past three years.

Now, all he got in return was being kicked out the door. How could he swallow this?

"Want to drive me away? I won't leave. I'll disgust you to death!"

Shen Fan gritted his teeth, his voice a bit hoarse.

But soon, Shen Fan calmed down.

Because he knew that leaving the sect was a dead end. Only by staying here could he protect himself by relying on the sect's strict rules.

Otherwise, it would be effortless for Li Qingshan to take his life.

After all, an outer disciple of a cultivation sect was already an unattainable existence in the eyes of the secular world.

Any secular superpower would flock to them.

But now he was seriously injured and unable to work, even eating had become a problem.

Anxiety surged like a tide, but his stomach rumbled, leaving him no time to dwell on it.

Shen Fan divided the coarse rice in half, enough to barely fill his stomach for today. He then cooked a little less than half a bowl of rice, wolfing it down before carefully storing the rest back in the bowl.

The excruciating pain in his body returned, as if his internal organs were being torn apart.

Helpless, Shen Fan lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the dilapidated roof.

What exactly did Zhao Erhu take?

He clearly saw that it was an intact Qi Induction Pill, but Li Qingshan had obviously crushed it.

How could it be intact overnight?

Could it be Lu Qingzhu…

"Impossible!" Shen Fan shook his head abruptly, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

Then, Shen Fan struggled to turn over, his gaze falling on the broken bowl on the table.

He had dug up this bowl when he first came to the Heavenly Xuan Sect and was assigned as a handyman disciple to cultivate the Spirit Field. Seeing that it was still usable, he washed it clean and used it as his everyday rice bowl. There was nothing special about it!

Drowsiness overcame him, and Shen Fan fell asleep again. When he woke up, night had fallen.

Shen Fan struggled to sit up by the moonlight, fumbling to light the oil lamp at the head of his bed.

In the dim light, Shen Fan touched his empty stomach, preparing to get up and cook the remaining half bowl of coarse rice.

The rest during the day seemed to have alleviated some of the pain in his body.

Moving around was much easier now.

But the next moment, when Shen Fan picked up his broken bowl to start cooking, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He saw that the broken bowl was filled with a bowl of dark gray coarse rice.

"This...this..."

Shen Fan looked at the bowl full of coarse rice, some even overflowing, in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's going on? Wasn't it less than half a bowl? How is there so much?"

"Could it be..."

Shen Fan suddenly smiled with relief.

It seemed that it must have been done by Old Man Duan, the other handyman disciple next door!

This old man was over seventy years old when he joined the sect. Originally, the sect didn't accept disciples of such an advanced age, but he held a sect token, so he successfully entered the sect.

However, because of his age and lack of talent, he could only become a handyman disciple.

He was usually very strict with Shen Fan, like a stern elder.

Shen Fan shook his head and smiled, then turned to cook.

This time, he ate half a bowl again, and then left the remaining half bowl in the bowl.