Tending the Space, Planting Spirit Grain!

"Why were you dawdling for so long? We were all waiting for you alone." When Chen Huai'an emerged from Qingyun Sect Market, the Qingyun Sect outer disciple had already been waiting there, and the servant disciples from the same batch who had gone out had all arrived.

"Senior Brother, sorry. It was my first time coming to Qingyun Market. The place was too big, and I got lost." Chen Huai'an scratched his head and spoke somewhat sheepishly.

Originally, he should have arrived long ago, but handling the storage pouch had delayed him. Though he hurried as fast as he could, he was still late by a little.

"Fine. Just remember to pay attention next time. Don't make everyone wait for you." This outer disciple was fairly easy to talk to and did not make things overly difficult for Chen Huai'an. After all, Chen Huai'an was a paying patron who had handed over Spirit Stones, so there was no reason to offend him.

Otherwise, if Chen Huai'an did not seek him out next time, how would he earn Spirit Stones?

When Chen Huai'an and the others left, they still took a flying boat artifact back to Qingyun Sect.

Not long after Chen Huai'an and the others departed, the beautiful middle-aged woman from Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion appeared before a small roadside stall.

According to the mark she had left on the storage pouch, its owner was still within the market. When she saw that he had stopped in one place without moving, suspicion immediately arose in her heart.

Yet when she arrived, she discovered that the owner of the storage pouch had already changed.

"What a cunning little brat." The beautiful middle-aged woman narrowed her lovely eyes, a trace of interest appearing on her face.

"Qingyun Sect actually has such a cunning figure. I wonder what background he comes from. With merely Body Tempering Realm cultivation, he is unexpectedly so wealthy. I truly look forward to our next meeting."

When the flying boat artifact landed before Qingyun Sect's mountain-protecting grand formation, Chen Huai'an felt as though he were dreaming. He had returned to Qingyun Sect so easily, and not a single problem had occurred along the way.

However, upon further thought, Chen Huai'an found it quite reasonable. Aside from displaying his wealth at Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, he had also made purchases in Qingyun Sect Market, but he had remained cautious throughout and had not drawn the attention of any ill-intentioned scoundrels.

What truly surprised him was that the people from Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion had not acted against him.

Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion was in business, after all, and they were relatively reasonable.

Chen Huai'an had even made up his mind that if he sold cultivation resources in the future, Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion would be the first place he considered.

After returning to Servant Peak, Chen Huai'an did not openly head back to the cafeteria's rear courtyard. Instead, he sneaked cautiously into his residence.

The role he was currently playing was that of an injured man who had sprained his ankle. He did not want to stir up needless trouble.

"Today's gains were truly enormous. Especially this Breath Concealment Art—I need to master it as soon as possible." This time, his greatest gain was the cultivation method that could conceal his cultivation, followed by the Spirit Grain, medicinal herbs, and other items he had purchased.

Before leaving the market, Chen Huai'an had also bought several farming tools. These were things he had long yearned for. He had wandered around the market for half the day without finding any, only encountering them when he returned to deal with the storage pouch.

With this hoe, the few mu of farmland within the space could finally be put to perfect use.

Although he had encountered no danger during this trip, that did not mean no one had set their sights on him. It was only because his cultivation was too weak for him to sense their presence at all.

Whether outside or within Qingyun Sect, both were exceptionally dangerous places. Not everyone would abide by rules like Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

Right now, he needed to seize the time to transform all the cultivation resources he had bought today into top-grade cultivation resources, then use them to increase his strength.

The Five Elements Mixed Spiritual Root still gave him too low a starting point. If he possessed a top-grade spiritual root in addition to his Purple-Skinned Gourd, it would truly be like a tiger that had grown wings.

That evening, Chen Huai'an went to the cafeteria for a meal. Only beneath the watchful eyes of Steward Wu and the others did he limp back to his residence.

Only after night had deepened and the servants in the courtyard had all fallen asleep did he enter the space.

He set the Spirit Stones and medicinal pills aside to await refinement and enhancement. After taking a sip of Spirit Spring Water, he picked up his hoe and began working.

First, he planted all the medicinal herbs he had purchased, then divided the land into several plots.

He used the largest plot to plant Spirit Grain.

When purchasing Spirit Rice during the day, he had specifically asked for some unhusked Spirit Grain. The Spirit Rice had been purchased only to throw people off the scent.

In the cafeteria's rear courtyard, it was simply unrealistic for him to light a fire and cook Spirit Rice. That was Spirit Food only outer disciples could enjoy. What right did a servant disciple like him have to keep eating Spirit Rice?

He figured that his space was large enough that he could cook Spirit Rice inside it.

But that meant that when he fetched water tomorrow, he would have another task: finding some firewood for cooking.

"This space is becoming more and more like a home. If I built a thatched hut here, it really would become a home. Next time, I definitely need to bring in some pots, bowls, and utensils. It'll be troublesome to cook without the proper tools." Chen Huai'an realized that his preparations had still been insufficient. This trip out had not been planned well at all, and there were many things he had never accounted for.

In a word, no one was perfect. The main issue was that entering and leaving Qingyun Sect was inconvenient; otherwise, these would all be minor matters.

Chen Huai'an made up his mind to get himself a little notebook and write down everything he lacked. The next time he went out, he could buy everything he needed in one go.

Fortunately, Chen Huai'an had broken through to the Body Tempering Realm, Second Layer. Otherwise, today's work in the space would have been another day that exhausted him to the bone.

Working in the space was physical labor as well. In particular, clearing the vacant land, scattering the Spirit Grain seeds, and watering them with Spirit Spring Water kept him busy the entire night.

"Chen Huai'an, I heard you sprained your ankle. Can you still carry water today?" Early the next morning, just as Chen Huai'an emerged from the space, Old Li came looking for him.

Yesterday, when Chen Huai'an had taken leave, the water-carrying work had fallen back onto them. If Chen Huai'an kept taking leave, how the hell were they supposed to cultivate?

They had finally gotten a few workhorses to replace them. They did not want to become workhorses again.

"Uncle Li, after resting yesterday, my leg has recovered a little. I'll probably need one more day of rest, and then I'll be able to work tomorrow. I'm planning to ask Steward Wu for another day off." Chen Huai'an still had many matters in the space to deal with, especially since he had yet to cultivate the Breath Concealment Art. Yesterday, he had focused entirely on tending the space and had not cultivated it. Today was the perfect opportunity to take another day off, master the Breath Concealment Art, and resume work tomorrow.

Although Old Li was somewhat dissatisfied, Chen Huai'an truly had sprained his ankle, so he could not say much. They were both outer disciples under Steward Wu's authority, so if he wanted Chen Huai'an to return to work sooner, Steward Wu would have to agree.

"This is a little of my wound medicine. Since you sprained your ankle, I'll give it to you. I hope you recover soon." As Old Li left, he gave Chen Huai'an a bottle of wound medicine.

Watching Old Li's retreating figure, Chen Huai'an was somewhat speechless. "That old man actually gave me medicine. The sun must have risen in the west."

Old Li's sudden goodwill definitely had a purpose. Chen Huai'an could not be bothered to guess at it. He spoke to Steward Wu, requested another day off, and then returned to his residence to rest.

"So this is the Breath Concealment Art. It conceals one's own aura and alters the body's changes. It truly is marvelous." Chen Huai'an's consciousness entered the yellowed jade slip, and a flood of information immediately surged into his mind like a rising tide.