I, Ning Zheng, Will Conquer Heaven!

Since the meat fields had just been planted, they were in a relatively fragile transition period.

Ning Zheng didn't dare to cut too much meat, fearing it would damage the roots.

After slicing off a small piece of meat to taste, he took the actual main ingredient of the soup – the bird's offal, which were the internal organs of the crows from the previous planting that he hadn't wanted, and the large intestines. He then took them to the well in the courtyard to rinse them with water.

He put them in a pot and stewed the soup.

He tossed in a few more magic coins, allowing the spiritual energy stored in them to nourish the boiling water.

The fire had only been burning for a short while before a rich aroma filled the air.

After all, it was a demon beast at the Grand Perfection of the Five Bodies Realm.

Even though its internal organs hadn't been cultivated, they had been nourished by spiritual energy for years, making them taste far better than the meat from the river demon.

After simmering on low heat for half an hour, Ning Zheng took a taste and his eyes immediately lit up.

Savory, fresh, and tender!

"Jiaojiao, come have some late-night snack. Stop fussing with the meat fields and try this," Ning Zheng called to Ning Jiaojiao.

Ning Jiaojiao was in the cellar installing a fence around the meat fields. She came out, grabbed a bowl and chopsticks, and after just one bite, she couldn't stop: "Waaah! Delicious, so delicious!"

She then took another hot sip of the soup, "The soup is delicious too, so delicious."

For the two of them, who had been hiding in the manor for so many years, this was the first good meal they had ever eaten.

The wonderful taste felt like a dream.

Soon.

The meat fields were planted, and they had eaten their fill for a late-night snack.

Checking the time, it was already past eleven o'clock, time for bed.

But Ning Jiaojiao couldn't sleep. She hugged her "little padded jacket" and went to the cellar to sleep on the floor, insisting on watching over the meat fields as she slept.

She lay on a chaise lounge nearby, her eyes fixed on the bright red, wriggling meat fields. The more she looked, the happier she became, and she started singing a lullaby, "Good baby, good baby, grow up quickly, grow meat quickly..."

She seemed afraid the meat fields would grow legs and run away, or that someone would steal them.

Ning Zheng ignored her, feeling sorry for the child.

It was probably the first time in a hundred years since her death that she had been so happy.

Ghouls didn't actually need to sleep, but they felt they did. They thought they were still alive, when in reality, staying up for a few more years wouldn't be a problem. There was no need to worry about Ning Jiaojiao.

Ning Zheng could only return to his bed to meditate, feeling a warm sensation in his abdomen as spiritual energy nourished him.

He took the opportunity to cultivate.

His cultivation speed had indeed increased by a full double.

Clearly, the spiritual energy contained in the spirit meat was more easily digestible than that from the magic coins.

That made sense.

Magic coins were for storing and releasing energy repeatedly, serving as the power source for magic artifacts and formations, and as currency for transactions. Absorbing their spiritual energy directly for cultivation was very inefficient.

With this realization, Ning Zheng looked forward to the effects of the spirit rice even more!

With meat, how could there be no rice?

Having both meat and rice was the true way of life.

Next, Ning Zheng began practicing the precise control of the spiritual damage shadow poison, starting to practice acupuncture on a toad, and contemplating his future development plans.

After dealing with the crows, there was no shortage of materials for the novice blacksmiths to practice with, and the manor had entered a period of peace.

Next, they needed to hone their skills in blacksmithing, crafting accessories, weaving, and researching medical techniques.

At the same time, he also needed to update the server.

Ning Zheng had been secretly observing through his "Flower Blooming Rich" account for the past few days and discovered a recurring complaint.

Magic coins were too heavy and inconvenient to carry.

Everyone was poor right now, and after doing tasks and blacksmithing all day, most people only managed to get one or two magic coins.

One or two coins were fine, but what about when they had more money in the future?

Although magic coins could be strung together and worn on the waist, it was still inconvenient.

Cultivators outside used storage bags to carry them, so they didn't have this worry. But Ning Zheng himself didn't even have a storage bag, so how could he give everyone a storage bag to carry their magic coins?

The demons on the mountain before should have had them, but they had destroyed each other in their internal conflicts, leaving none for Ning Zheng.

Now, Ning Zheng had two ideas.

1. Digital currency: Directly convert it into a string of numbers and place it on the personal attribute page.

He mentioned this to the Little Ai assistant.

Little Ai stated that it could be done completely, as it only involved adding and subtracting a string of numbers for each person; after all, it was a highly intelligent AI assistant.

2. Sword Forging Manor: Forge storage bags themselves.

This was a bit more advanced!

The storage bag product requires materials from demonic beasts with spatial talent, and also a master blacksmith.

Ning Zheng decisively chose the first option.

He spent over thirty minutes with his assistant, Little Ai, to add a digital currency system and personally tested it.

It has two functions: currency trading and bookkeeping.

After finishing this small task, Ning Zheng thought it would be best to solve it once and for all by adding the "Forum" function they had been longing for, allowing viewers who were queuing to log in to post there.

With everything completed, Ning Zheng felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Then, looking at the more than seven thousand luck value in his hand, he began to ponder how to spend it!

After all, what was the use of saving so much luck value?

Save it for a great opportunity?

His current cultivation was too low; most opportunities would not be opportunities if obtained but would become disasters if he couldn't keep them!

It was better to spend early and enjoy early, and to improve his cultivation speed sooner.

He was a decisive person of action.

"I'll just try planting spirit rice and gather the three essential elements for cultivation!"

He thought for a moment, then walked to the balcony and picked up a potted plant.

The only plant remaining was a solitary main stem with some yellow leaves.

Spiritual Root: Wine Rice.

A local specialty spirit rice.

This type of wood spiritual root also exists in the wild.

Because of its low barrier to entry, it is popular among cultivators, and becoming a Spirit Farmer has always been the most chosen path.

Ning Zheng had occasionally found this plant on a mountain path and transplanted it here as a bonsai.

"I can start working on spirit rice now."

Ning Zheng showed a thoughtful expression, "I can even go all the way and skip the ordinary universal spirit rice, directly obtaining shadow attribute spirit rice exclusive to my spiritual root!"

Ning Zheng had great ambitions; if he was going to do something, he would do the best!

Like the meat fields, this world was magical, and spirit rice was divided into two categories.

One was universal spirit rice, which anyone could eat.

The other was attribute spirit rice, tailor-made for a person's spiritual root, a high-end, personalized spirit rice!

For example.

A certain sect's Ice Dragon lineage inherited a line of cultivation, monopolized by the sect, and only cultivated within the sect. They would irrigate the spirit rice with their own ice-attribute vital blood.

After batches of spirit rice could not withstand the process and withered, one plant would survive, becoming an Ice Dragon spirit rice imbued with the lineage's aura.

This was Ice Dragon spirit rice that only someone with the Ice Dragon attribute spiritual root could eat, and others would find it difficult to absorb!

This tested the foundation and supporting resources of a sect.

A sign of a powerful sect was:

High-level spirit fields and attribute spirit rice!

These were the foundations of their heritage, built by generations of effort!

Why were the true disciples of major sects in the Four Organs Realm by their early twenties, four to five times faster than others?

Because they had heritage and foundation!

They ate attribute spirit rice tailored to their spiritual roots!

As a rogue cultivator without a foundation, even if you obtained a heaven-defying spiritual root, without the supporting foundation, how could you surpass the accumulation and efforts of countless generations of others for their own spiritual roots?

Therefore.

Ning Zheng said that by obtaining this seemingly wonderful Heavenly Spiritual Root, he had fallen into a trap, as there was no supporting heritage!

To catch up with the speed of top peers, Ning Zheng could only cultivate the first supporting element for his spiritual root:

Shadow attribute spirit rice.

Ning Zheng now intended to use his own vital blood to irrigate the spirit rice.

As long as the spirit rice did not die from the violent and ancient vital blood, and successfully survived and mutated, it would be imbued with his shadow attribute!

The success rate was extremely low.

And how important was a person's original vital blood?

It was called undying blood, the condensed source of a person's flesh and blood's immortality. Failing a few times would completely cripple a person.

Only a major sect, with hundreds or thousands of cultivators practicing the same spiritual root, had the ability to use the vital blood of the entire sect to cultivate their own exclusive mutated spirit rice!

Hoo!

"Thus, I can only stake everything, break the monopoly, and strive for an extremely small chance of a miracle. My vital blood used once can cause the spirit rice to mutate."

Under the moonlight, Ning Zheng took a deep breath, recalling the past. What is cultivation? Following the current leads to mortality, defying it leads to immortality! Opportunities must be fought for and seized with one's life. This time, he must live as if facing death, gambling on a one-in-a-thousand chance.

"I, Ning Zheng, have climbed from a slave in the manor to the Manor Lord of the Sword Forging Manor step by step, all thanks to repeated high-stakes gambles, life-or-death struggles, and hard work!"

"Luck, maxed out."

[-7193]

Going all-in is an art.

He cut his fingertip, his face suddenly turning extremely pale, his vital energy severely depleted, as if on the verge of death. A drop of his primordial essence blood fell.

Drip.

The Wine Rice rapidly withered.

Weak plants were washed over by the powerful aura of an ancient bloodline, their vitality rapidly declining, leading to complete decay.

Within the desolation and death, a wisp of life gradually emerged, reviving from annihilation.

The dead Wine Rice sprouted new green shoots.

New shackles were broken, and a brand-new spiritual root revealed a mysterious corner. The mutated Wine Rice, now tinged with the faint aura of the bloodline, welcomed a new life.