The Power of a Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice Grain

Leaving his residence, Shen Fan carefully locked it before starting his day's work.

Zhao Erhu sat under a large tree, enjoying the shade and squinting at Shen Fan.

"You lowlife! I doubled your workload, and you can actually handle it?"

A handyman disciple fanned Overseer Zhao obsequiously and said, "Overseer Zhao, you don't know, but he took on Lu Qingzhu's work to take care of her. He's used to it now! If you ask me, add another five mu, so he doesn't have any time to cultivate. That way, he'll fail the outer sect competition next year and naturally get the boot!"

"Brilliant!"

Overseer Zhao's eyes lit up, but he frowned. "But there aren't any extra spirit fields available right now!"

The flattering handyman disciple immediately offered a palm-sized cloth bag, which, when opened, was full of glistening White Jade Spirit Rice.

"Overseer Zhao, I still have five mu on hand!"

"Heh, you little rascal!"

Overseer Zhao chuckled wickedly, pocketing the spirit rice.

"Alright! Then let him manage your spirit field!"

Having said that, he immediately got up and walked over.

"You, from today on, those five mu of spirit field over there are also your responsibility. Do you hear me?"

Overseer Zhao said domineeringly.

Shen Fan's face darkened. "Overseer Zhao, isn't that Li Wei's spirit field?"

Li Wei was the sycophantic young man next to Zhao Erhu.

"Never mind whose it is. Just do as you're told, or get lost!" Zhao Erhu shouted sternly.

"I'll do it!"

Shen Fan said in a deep voice, his words carrying a double meaning.

"But let me ask, that spirit field is almost ripe. Whose contribution points will it be when the time comes?"

"That's none of your business!"

Li Wei snorted coldly.

"If the contribution points are mine, I'll do it. If they're not, I'm sorry, but I can't accept. I'm not afraid to take this matter to the outer sect!"

Shen Fan said forcefully.

"Alright, alright, the contribution points are yours, okay?"

Zhao Erhu's eyes darted around as he said playfully.

"No, Overseer Zhao, this..." Li Wei panicked.

Zhao Erhu turned his head and gave him a reassuring look before turning and leaving.

Back under the big tree, Li Wei said anxiously, "Overseer Zhao, if the contribution points go to him, how will I be able to show my respect to you?"

"What's the panic?"

Zhao Erhu said calmly, "Just because I said I'd give it to him doesn't mean I will. Isn't the reporting under my control? When the time comes, I'll give him a failing grade. Not only will he not get any contribution points, but he'll also be punished!"

"Then wouldn't I not get any contribution points either?" Li Wei asked, puzzled.

"Are you stupid? I'm saying I'll give him a failing grade to his face, but I'll definitely report it as qualified to the higher-ups. Then the contribution points will go to you. What the hell would he know?"

"Brilliant!"

Li Wei's eyes lit up. "Overseer Zhao, my admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and continuous, and like the Yellow River overflowing, uncontrollable!"

At this time, Shen Fan was still unaware of the trickery involved.

Just then, Old Man Duan arrived silently.

"Do you know you're being played for a fool, kid? Do you think Zhao Erhu is such a kind person?"

"What do you mean?" Shen Fan asked, stunned.

"Those five spirit fields are clearly almost ripe, just at the end of this month. When the time comes, he'll say you failed, and you'll get nothing, and you'll be punished. Then he'll submit a qualified report to the higher-ups, and they'll take the contribution points. I've been here for over ten years, and I've seen this kind of thing countless times!"

"Damn it!"

Shen Fan threw down the bucket in his hand, angrily wanting to argue, but Old Man Duan stopped him.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"I..."

Shen Fan was stunned, his anger burning in his chest with nowhere to vent.

Lu Qingzhu's matter was a heavy stone weighing on his heart, and now he was being bullied by these people again. He really couldn't swallow this humiliation.

"Sigh!"

Old Man Duan sighed, "I've been here for over ten years, and all they gave me was a Qi Guiding Art. I've been practicing it for more than a decade with no progress. This Heavenly Xuan Sect, it's not worth staying!"

"The path of cultivation is long and unpredictable; you have to endure this kind of loneliness. You're currently at the third level of Qi Refining Stage, with a lifespan of one hundred and forty years. You still have fifty or sixty years left, so your future is still boundless!"

Seeing Old Man Duan's despondent mood, Shen Fan ended up comforting him instead.

Old Man Duan chuckled coldly, waved his hand, and returned to his Spirit Field to start working.

Li Wei's five Spirit Fields still needed managing, but fortunately, they were almost mature. All that was needed was some watering and pest control, which didn't require much effort.

In the afternoon, Shen Fan went up the mountain to fetch water. By this time, he was exhausted, collapsing on a secluded path halfway up the mountain.

His mouth parched, he took large gulps of water from the bucket, which only slightly alleviated his fatigue.

"Fifteen acres of Spirit Field, leaving in the morning and returning in the middle of the night, with no time for cultivation. Next year is the last Grand Competition. If I fail, I'll be completely kicked off the mountain. What am I going to do?"

Shen Fan muttered to himself, his heart filled with anxiety.

Just then, Shen Fan's eyes lit up as he looked around.

Seeing that no one was around, he immediately took out a few golden Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice grains from his pocket.

At this moment, his body was drained of energy due to labor, and the spiritual energy stored in his Qi Guiding Art had been completely exhausted.

It was time to replenish it.

Looking at the golden Spirit Rice, Shen Fan swallowed, his throat burning, and nervously put one of the grains into his mouth, washing it down with a mouthful of mountain spring water.

A rich spiritual energy began to spread in his chest.

It expanded like an inflating balloon.

Shen Fan was immediately startled and quickly sat cross-legged to circulate the Qi Guiding Art.

He had heard from other handyman disciples that, for their strength, they couldn't eat too much Spirit Rice. Eating too much would cause indigestion, leading to death by explosion!

This one Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice grain instantly caused Shen Fan's body to swell.

Due to his low talent, his meridians were narrow, making the circulation extremely time-consuming.

At this moment, the spiritual energy could not pass through the narrow path, almost bursting his body.

"Just one Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice grain is this potent!"

Shen Fan was terrified, feeling a sense of impending death.

His skin turned red, and capillaries on his face burst, seeping blood.

"Huff! Huff!"

He breathed heavily, the Qi Guiding Art operating like a roaring engine.

A full half-hour later, the spiritual energy from the one Spirit Rice grain was finally exhausted, but Shen Fan was soaked in sweat, his outer garment stained with blood.

"Too terrifying!"

Shen Fan felt like he had escaped death, his heart still pounding.

"I must never be so reckless again!"

This was due to his lack of understanding of himself and the Spirit Rice.

As the old saying goes: Don't you know your own limitations?

However, the effect was obvious. The spiritual energy in Shen Fan's dantian had actually reached the third level of the Qi Refining Stage.

If he had this strength three days ago, he would have definitely entered the outer sect.

Everything seemed to be destined.

Looking around, the sky was getting dark.

Shen Fan washed his face with the mountain spring water in the bucket and hurried down the mountain.

His meridians had been stretched to the point of bursting, and although they had widened somewhat, he probably wouldn't be able to cultivate for the next few days.