The Lantern Festival

As Fang Zelin leaned against the beauty in front of him, he looked down and noticed the festive decorations below.

Countless lanterns of all kinds were hung high in the streets and alleys.

"Huh, is this... the Lantern Festival?"

Looking down more closely, the name of the Lantern Festival suddenly came to mind.

If you count by that, the day before yesterday was the beginning of spring.

Spring has already begun, and I haven't even celebrated the Spring Festival.

Fang Zelin's thoughts wandered, and he smiled. He was used to being alone, and sometimes he would even avoid thinking about the Spring Festival.

To avoid feeling too lonely.

I've become much more open-minded about things now. If I have the chance, I'll try to celebrate this year's Spring Festival.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but continue looking down at the lanterns below.

In Yunjing City, the Lantern Festival was still extremely lively.

However, the Spring Equinox has passed, and it's time for spring plowing.

I need to go back and take care of the sacred rice growing under Yingping Peak.

After pondering this, Fang Zelin knew that it was indeed time for him to head back.

Although no other cultivators have been found yet, there have been some gains over the past year or so.

First, his cultivation level improved considerably, but since there was no information to refer to, Fang Zelin didn't know what realm he was at.

In addition, I obtained a precious sword, which already possessed sentience; it's quite remarkable.

Furthermore, he obtained a book Comprehensive Regulations of the Underworld Bureau, which recorded the various rules of the Underworld Bureau and some Law Technique.

Judging from this, it seems like a very fruitful harvest.

Fang Zelin was extremely satisfied upon realizing this.

Fang Zelin ordered a bowl of glutinous rice balls from the Fang Zelin and savored them while watching the fireworks and dancing lions in the distance.

"It truly was a night of dazzling displays of talent."

After finishing a bowl of glutinous rice balls, Fang Zelin went to the street to eat some snacks before returning to the inn to rest.

The next day.

After washing up, Fang Zelin checked out of the hotel and, carrying a little luggage, strolled leisurely towards Anzi County.

After leaving Jingyun City, they walked for a short while and immediately saw countless people bending over to plant rice seedlings outside the city.

With their feet treading on the muddy fields, they paid no heed to the still slightly chilly water.

Among them was a woman carrying a baby on her back, yet she was still bending over to plant rice seedlings, and soon fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The baby behind her was still asleep, probably being comforted by the mother while she was planting rice seedlings. A smile still appeared on the baby's face in her sleep.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin paused slightly.

He then sighed softly and flicked his sleeve.

The Spiritual Power within his body was unleashed at this moment, and in no time it completely covered the field in front of him.

After the Spiritual Power was sprinkled down, it was absorbed one by one by the rice seedlings in the field.

With the help of this Spiritual Power, these seedlings will grow stronger and won't be blown down by a strong wind.

In addition, this year's harvest will be much better.

Fang Zelin sprinkled his Spiritual Power on each of the rice seedlings in front of him before stopping. "My cultivation is meager, and there's not much I can do. This is all I can manage."

After saying that, he looked at a snail on the edge of the field, gave it a little Spiritual Power, and then put it back into the field.

After finishing these tasks, Fang Zelin headed back to Anzi County.

Along the way, Fang Zelin saw people farming, and he generously sprinkled some of his Spiritual Power into the seedlings.

More than ten days later, Fang Zelin finally returned to Yingping Peak.

Looking at everything familiar here, Fang Zelin immediately smiled.

At this point, he didn't have much Spiritual Power left, as he had spilled it all over the fields along the way. He hadn't cultivated since he was worried about demons on the way back, which meant his Spiritual Power hadn't recovered yet.

But now they're back.

Fang Zelin looked at the Yongding River in front of him, used the Treatise on the Supreme One's Response, and then stepped onto the water.

When he stepped onto it, it felt as if he were standing on flat ground.

Stepping across the water, Fang Zelin reached the opposite bank.

A small wooden cabin stood beside several lush bamboo stalks, planted by Fang Zelin some time ago.

A little in front of the cabin was a small field.

Meanwhile, the sacred rice in the fields was still growing extremely well.

Fang Zelin smiled upon seeing this.

Unlike other rice seedlings, Ling rice needs to be harvested after one season.

This spirit rice can clearly continue to grow.

"Splash."

As if sensing Fang Zelin's return, the dozen or so spirit rice plants in front of them immediately swayed in the wind, making a series of sounds like tree branches swaying.

"Alright, I'm out of Spiritual Power now. I'll start cultivating later and share some of my Spiritual Qi with you."

Having cultivated the Treatise on the Supreme One's Response, Fang Zelin is now able to sense some of the spirit rice's thoughts.

Seeing this, he offered a comforting word, then turned and went back into the cabin, where he cleaned the room.

After confirming that everything was clean, Fang Zelin clapped his hands and looked at his residence with great satisfaction.

In any case, this can be considered my own house.

After doing all this, Fang Zelin immediately sat cross-legged in the room and began to meditate and cultivate.

As soon as Fang Zelin began cultivating, the surrounding Spiritual Qi surged forth.

At that moment, the rice paddies outside swayed joyfully, making a rustling sound.

The sword standing beside Fang Zelin also began to absorb Spiritual Qi at this moment; it was originally a professional cultivator of Spiritual Qi.

After sensing that the spiritual rice outside was also absorbing Spiritual Qi, it hesitated for a moment and slowed down its own absorption of Spiritual Qi.

If it were to absorb all of this, there would be absolutely no Spiritual Qi left, along with Fang Zelin's.

Well, consider it a way of taking care of the spirit rice outside.

The Spiritual Qi was filled with spiritual energy. Fang Zelin sat cross-legged and cultivated, and specks of spiritual light could be seen appearing on his body.

Fang Zelin's face was not particularly outstanding to begin with, but now it radiated a divine charm, and a faint aura of immortality emanated from him.

When the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, it conveys a sense of friendliness.

As Fang Zelin continued his cultivation, the leaves of the spiritual rice outside became increasingly verdant.

The stems of the sacred rice also became increasingly thick and robust.

A day passed, and when Fang Zelin awoke from his cultivation, the sun was already high in the sky.

Fang Zelin washed up by the pool and then went to the spirit rice.

"Huh, there are quite a few new plants?"

Fang Zelin glanced around and immediately noticed that there were many more spirit plants next to the spirit rice. These spirit rice seedlings were still young and could not be seen without close inspection.

He stepped forward and rummaged around, revealing the rice seedling.

Lingdao did not resist and let Fang Zelin pluck its rice leaves.

"Good, it looks like we'll be able to have a better harvest this year."

Fang Zelin carefully counted them and was overjoyed to find that there were six extra rice seedlings.