Who helped me?

The next morning, Shen Fan opened his eyes. Two nights and a day of rest had barely made him able to get out of bed and work.

However, when he saw the bowl of coarse rice by his bed, filled to the brim once more, a warm feeling welled up inside him.

"That old man, he's all bark and no bite!"

Shen Fan smiled and shook his head, getting up to prepare for work.

Servant Peak was vast and boundless, covering thousands of acres, with over a thousand servant disciples, divided into hundreds of groups.

Shen Fan's group had a dozen or so people, responsible for tending to one hundred and twenty acres of Spirit Field.

"Shen Fan!"

Zhao Erhu's voice suddenly rang out, and he swaggered over with an arrogant look on his face.

Then, pointing to five desolate Spirit Fields not far away, he said, "From today onwards, these five Spirit Fields are also under your care. Understand?"

Shen Fan clenched his fists slightly, but he dared not resist.

Seeing Shen Fan lower his head in silence, looking cowardly, Zhao Erhu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's more like it! What were you thinking, trying to compete with Senior Brother Li for a woman! If you can't handle it, just get off the mountain!"

"I'm not leaving!" Shen Fan raised his head, his gaze as firm as iron.

"If you're not leaving, then work hard for me! If you can't complete your tasks, see how I deal with you!"

Zhao Erhu threatened fiercely.

Watching Shen Fan's departing figure, Zhao Erhu sneered, "Ten acres of Spirit Field, and you're just an ordinary person with a useless Spirit Root. You think you can complete the task? Keep dreaming!"

Shen Fan had been here for five years, and he was already very skilled at planting Spirit Fields.

Ten acres of Spirit Field was a lot, but as long as he worked fifteen hours a day, he should still be able to complete it.

Just as Shen Fan was engrossed in his work, a light cough suddenly came from the side.

Looking up, he saw an old man with a wrinkled face and a hunched back staring at him with a sinister gaze.

"Old Man Duan!" Shen Fan gave a grateful smile.

"Are you alright!" Old Man Duan frowned and walked over. "I heard about what happened to you!"

"Hey! Never mind!"

Shen Fan swallowed the words that were about to come out, and instead asked, "By the way, why did you lose the competition the day before yesterday? Aren't you already at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage?"

"Damn it!"

Old Man Duan cursed directly.

"I had already won, but I tied with another servant disciple. The outer sect assessment disciple said I was old, had no future, and no potential, so they screened me out!"

Shen Fan felt indignant for him: "That can't be right, even if you tied, you should still be admitted as usual!"

"Who knows! Those grandsons!"

Old Man Duan said, cursing.

"I went to the elders to argue, but the result was the same. The assessment disciple found out and even beat me up!"

Instantly, a feeling of shared suffering arose in both of their hearts.

"By the way, Old Man Duan, thank you for taking care of me!"

Shen Fan said gratefully.

Looking at Shen Fan's inexplicable gratitude, Old Man Duan was slightly stunned, "You can't be thinking of doing something stupid! Lu Qingzhu is heartless and abandoned you, but as a man, you have to have perspective!"

He thought Shen Fan was going to do something foolish!

"What are you talking about!"

Shen Fan chuckled, "I'm thanking you for bringing me rice last night!"

"Bringing rice?"

Old Man Duan looked at Shen Fan even more puzzled.

"Bringing what rice? I've been in my room all night!"

"Don't hide it, if it wasn't you, who else could it be? I only had half a bowl of rice left, and you secretly came in and filled it up for me!"

"It really wasn't me!"

Old Man Duan said with certainty, "What, you have nothing to eat?"

"It really wasn't you?" Shen Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at Old Man Duan in disbelief.

"It really wasn't me, what would I gain from lying to you? Besides, doing good deeds without leaving a name isn't my style!"

Hearing this, Shen Fan muttered to himself, if it wasn't Old Man Duan, then who could it be?

Just then, Old Man Duan suddenly leaned in, took out a handful of milky white rice from his pocket, and stuffed it into Shen Fan's pocket without explanation.

"Take this Spirit Rice. I got half a kilogram from tying yesterday. You only have one last chance next year, work hard and try to enter the outer sect next year!"

Suddenly, Zhao Erhu's voice roared from afar, "What are you doing? Are you still working or not?"

Hearing this, Old Man Duan immediately returned to his spirit field and began to work.

Shen Fan gratefully glanced at Old Man Duan, then continued to turn the soil.

But all day long, he was pondering about what happened last night.

Who could it be?

By the time Shen Fan returned to his room, it was already evening.

All five acres of spirit field had been cultivated, and tomorrow he could water and sow the seeds.

Shen Fan casually locked the door and then cooked and ate all the remaining coarse rice.

Old Man Duan had given him a handful of spirit rice, and tomorrow he could take some to exchange for some coarse rice, so he could finally get through this month.

After dinner, Shen Fan carefully put the handful of spirit rice into a bowl, then covered it with a headscarf and placed it under the bed.

The next morning.

Shen Fan was awakened by a refreshing scent.

Opening his eyes, Shen Fan took a deep breath. "How can there be such a strong spiritual energy?"

The servant disciples weren't taught spells, but they were given a basic Qi Guiding Art.

Shen Fan had cultivated for five years and only reached the second level of the Qi Refining Stage, so his perception of spiritual energy was very keen.

"This aura seems to only appear when the spirit fields are ripe. Could it be that someone's spirit field has ripened?"

Shen Fan got out of bed, put on his clothes, and then took the broken bowl from under the bed.

He was planning to go to the market before dawn to exchange half of the spirit rice for some ordinary rice.

But when Shen Fan removed the headscarf, his eyes almost popped out.

Looking over, in the dim light under the bed, a large bowl of golden spirit rice, exuding a rich spiritual energy, appeared so vibrantly before his eyes.

"This, this, this..."

Shen Fan was so shocked that he was incoherent.

Then, he immediately grabbed a small handful of spirit rice and examined it.

"This is Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice!"

Spirit rice was also graded: Low-Grade, Mid-Grade, High-Grade, and Supreme-Grade.

This golden color was the mark of the highest grade, Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice.

The spirit rice that Old Man Duan had given him yesterday was clearly Low-Grade White Jade Spirit Rice.

The spirit rice planted in his own spirit field outside was also Low-Grade White Jade Spirit Rice.

Shen Fan suddenly raised his head, and the back of his head hit the bed board directly.

Looking around, he quickly wrapped up the Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice.

This spirit rice had too much spiritual energy. If it was discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Thinking of this, Shen Fan immediately lifted the floor tiles and buried all the Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice in the ground.

Then he left only a few grains on his person.

After doing everything, Shen Fan sat upright on the bed, his mind filled with thoughts.

Where did the Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice come from?

Wasn't there only a handful of Low-Grade White Jade Spirit Rice in the bowl?

Just then, Shen Fan suddenly thought of the coarse rice that had appeared in the bowl for no reason yesterday.

And Old Man Duan's denial of giving him rice.

"Could it be..."

Shen Fan focused his gaze on the broken bowl beside him.

A whimsical idea took shape in his mind.

This bowl is a treasure!

Whether it's a treasure or not will be known after tonight!

As long as he puts some more rice in it tonight, if it can still be filled tomorrow, then he can confirm it.

If this is really a treasure, then joining the outer sect next year and surpassing Lu Qingzhu will be as easy as flipping his hand.

Outside the door, there was a rustling sound as people began to get up.

Shen Fan took the bowl and looked around for a place to hide it.

But then, he suddenly felt that this broken bowl had always been here, and no one had ever noticed it.

So, just let it continue to stay here.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.