One Month

One day!

Just one short day!

He had successfully cast one of the two spells recorded in the "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques"—the Spirit Rain Technique!

Although the Spirit Rain Technique was merely an introductory spell for Spirit Plant Farmers, and extremely easy to cultivate.

An ordinary Spirit Plant Farmer would still need ten days to half a month before they could cast it perfectly.

But him? He had cast it after only one day.

Though the Spirit Rain Technique he cast was still only a palm-sized cloud, such progress still left He Song both startled and delighted.

When his former self practiced spells, he had never progressed this quickly.

Could it be because he had transmigrated? Was his soul stronger than his former self's, allowing him to learn spells faster as well?

A guess flashed through his mind.

The way He Song looked at the "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques" in his hand changed slightly at that moment.

If that was truly the case.

Then his path of cultivation in the future would likely be far smoother than he had imagined!

"I should eat first. I'll spend the next few days diligently practicing these two spells. Once I've fully mastered them, I'll go to Zhushan Market and apply to become a Spirit Plant Farmer."

"Only after becoming a Spirit Plant Farmer can I truly settle down."

Setting down the book in his hand, He Song turned and went to prepare a meal.

Time slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, twenty days quietly passed.

Morning.

Golden sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon He Song.

As warmth spread through his body, He Song opened his eyes at just the right moment.

"Spirit Arrow Technique!"

Spiritual light flashed in He Song's eyes. He formed a hand seal with his fingers and cast the spell, circulating the spiritual power within his body. Soon, a beam of light as thick as a chopstick appeared between his fingers.

The spiritual light flickered like a sword's edge.

This was a spirit arrow condensed from the spiritual power within He Song's body.

It moved at his will. With nothing more than a thought from He Song, the spirit arrow between his fingers shot out.

Like an arrow from the mortal world, the streak of light flew straight from between He Song's fingers. In almost the blink of an eye, it pierced through the floorboards of the room and left a bottomless little hole in the soil beneath.

Pfft.

A faint sound rang out. He Song looked at the bottomless little hole before him and secretly clicked his tongue.

This power.

It was probably comparable to a handgun, wasn't it?

If it struck someone, it would probably punch a hole straight through them.

Moreover, after mastering the Spirit Arrow Technique, it did not consume much spiritual power. As expected of a spell used to drive insects from the fields, it could be cast repeatedly in a short time.

Although the Spirit Arrow Technique was weaker than other spells, it was more than enough if it was only being used to drive away insects rather than for spell combat.

Having witnessed the power of the Spirit Arrow Technique, He Song rose to his feet in satisfaction.

At this moment.

Twenty days had already passed since He Song had secluded himself to practice the Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Arrow Technique.

Over those twenty days, He Song had originally thought that he learned spells far faster than his former self.

But after comparing things over the course of those twenty days, He Song ultimately had no choice but to acknowledge a fact.

He did indeed learn spells much faster than his former self.

But not by all that much.

For either the Spirit Rain Technique or the Spirit Arrow Technique, an ordinary cultivator needed roughly half a month of practice to cast them normally without losing any power.

His former self had likely fallen within that range as well.

But his current self had needed only twenty days to practice both spells until he could cast them normally without any loss of power.

Comparing the two, He Song realized that his talent for spells had indeed improved, though the improvement was still within a normal range.

"Perhaps it's because I'm a transmigrator, and because I absorbed my former self's memories. My soul is stronger than his was."

He Song silently thought to himself.

A powerful soul was indeed greatly beneficial when practicing spells.

Even for the traditional Hundred Arts of Cultivation, a stronger soul naturally meant faster learning than others.

Alchemy, talisman crafting, artifact refining, formations, and so on.

Those with stronger souls and sharper perception held greater advantages in all of them.

But at present, He Song did not yet have the ability to study these arts, so he could only speculate in his heart, unable to put it into practice.

After breakfast.

He Song brought all his possessions with him and opened the door for the second time.

The morning sun brought faint warmth to his body.

The rows of houses before him, built side by side like matchboxes, made his mood sink slightly.

But soon, the heaviness in He Song's heart faded considerably.

He clenched his fists.

Feeling the Spirit Arrow Technique and Spirit Rain Technique ready to be released at any time, a faint smile appeared on He Song's face.

He had not gone out today for anything else.

He had only come to apply to become a Spirit Plant Farmer of Zhushan Market.

Once he became a Spirit Plant Farmer of Zhushan Market, he would become one of Zhushan Market's own people.

This change in status would greatly improve He Song's safety within Zhushan Market.

At the very least, so long as he did not deliberately offend anyone, virtually no one would come specifically to make trouble for him.

Turning back to close the door, He Song followed his former self's memories, quickly chose a direction, and headed toward the place where one could apply to become a Spirit Plant Farmer.

Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

When He Song arrived there according to his memories, only an old man was on duty inside the pavilion.

The old man on duty was holding a book and reading it with great relish. Only when he saw someone arrive did he put the book down.

"Elder Meng, this junior has already learned the Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Arrow Technique, and has thoroughly studied the 'Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques.' I have come today to apply to become a Spirit Plant Farmer."

He respectfully bowed to the old man before him.

He Song referred to himself as this junior.

Elder Meng's name was Meng Guan. He was at Qi Refining stage 6 and was one of the managers of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion under Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

He was usually responsible for recruiting Spirit Plant Farmers and distributing Spirit Rice and Golden Bamboo seeds.

According to his former self's memories, the "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques" on his former self had been obtained from this man.

This path of becoming a Spirit Plant Farmer had also been granted by Meng Guan.

Otherwise, with his former self's cultivation at Qi Refining Layer 1, obtaining a copy of the "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques" would likely have been nothing but wishful thinking.

"So it's you. Not bad. Only a month has passed, yet you've already come. It seems you didn't slack off in practicing your spells. My efforts on your behalf weren't wasted."

Meng Guan carefully examined He Song, who was bowing respectfully before him, then nodded slightly and offered a word of praise.

But he swiftly changed the subject and spoke again.

"Come. Cast the Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Arrow Technique at full strength for me to see. If you pass, you will henceforth be a Spirit Plant Farmer under the Spirit Medicine Pavilion."

To become a Spirit Plant Farmer, one naturally had to be tested on the Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Arrow Technique.

Only by mastering the basics of both spells and casting them normally without weakening their power could one become a Spirit Plant Farmer.

The Spirit Medicine Pavilion under Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market was not a charity hall. Anyone who wished to enter had to meet its threshold.

"Yes, Senior."

He Song cupped his hands toward Meng Guan once more. Spiritual light flashed in his eyes as his fingers formed a hand seal.

Soon, a spirit rain cloud large enough to cover several mu of Spirit Fields condensed into being.

As the drizzle fell in a soft patter, wisps of spiritual energy were drawn in as well, merging into the spirit rain, soaking into the ground, and finally spreading through the soil.