Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 13: Chatting [Seeking recommendations, seeking collections, seeking investments]

Feng Mingyou paused for a moment and continued, "One art per month could still be attributed to luck. But two arts per month, it's completely impossible to attribute it to luck. No matter how talented you are, with this level of comprehension, I have never heard of it in the Heavenly Spirit Sect. In the past, I underestimated you, and I, Feng Mingyou, admit my mistake.

Now that you have endured in silence for ten years and have decided to stand up, I believe you have accumulated enough. So, I think you won't stay in the courtyard for much longer. Before you leave, even if there is no past affection, I don't want any resentment. With your talent and character, I truly don't want any grudges. Otherwise, if you were to come back, I might not be able to bear it. So today, you can do as you please, just leave me some face. I activated the soundproof formation in the courtyard when I came in, so you can rest assured and vent your ten years of grievances."

Zhang Deming: "..."

Two arts per month?

Heaven-defying Comprehension?

Enduring in silence for ten years?

Ha, so I'm such a genius!

Zhang Deming looked at Feng Mingyou's serious expression and realized for the first time that this guy was not ordinary. At least he was better at scheming and had managed to reach his current position. It was probably because he lacked background, talent, and had almost no luck.

Zhang Deming paused and said, "Another cup?"

Feng Mingyou was slightly stunned and poured tea while saying, "You don't hold any grudges?"

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "As a manager, I know very well how to live in this sect. So, I don't have any resentment towards you. You did your duty. Besides, in these ten years, I have been able to live peacefully in Xiaqing Mountain. In fact, I should thank you for being strict. Otherwise, I might have been transferred to the animal park and eventually ended up in the mine. So, the mountain gate doesn't turn, but the water does. The Xiaqing Mountain's menial tasks yard is the place I can leave."

Feng Mingyou stared at Zhang Deming, who was slowly drinking tea, his eyes flickering for a long time. He sighed and said, "Ah, you are really mature for your age. If I had your character back then, maybe I would have achieved great things. I wish you a bright future in advance. So, how long do you plan to stay?"

Zhang Deming said, "I might go to the outer gate to report in the afternoon, and then I'll go in six or seven days."

Six or seven days later?

"Are you planning to finish harvesting the rice before you go?" Feng Mingyou asked.

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Yes."

Feng Mingyou shook his head and said, "There's no need. I will remember your share and won't delay you these days."

However, Zhang Deming shook his head and said, "Manager, I appreciate your kindness, but even though ten years have passed, I don't know if someone is still watching. So, let's follow the rules. I don't want to leave any loose ends as soon as I enter the outer gate and give others a chance to deal with me."

"Well, actually, you can be high-profile. With your level of comprehension, you can directly attract the attention of the elders and enter the inner gate. There shouldn't be any problems then," Feng Mingyou said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Deming smiled bitterly. He also wanted to be recognized for his talent. If it was truly based on his abilities, he wouldn't mind the attention.

But he relies on Goldfinger!

Even if he's not worried about being discovered by Goldfinger.

Until he fully understands the rules of luck energy acquisition and the difficulty of acquisition, pretending to be a genius will only end in failure.

Innate talent often determines one's aptitude. The strange phenomenon of having a 21-point aptitude is quite eye-catching.

If this card is played, the outcome would be too uncertain. Isn't it better to play it safe and avoid risks?

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "It's better to live a leisurely life. Being a genius has nothing to do with me."

Feng Mingyou looked at Zhang Deming, somewhat stunned, and said, "Alright, do as you please. Let me know when you're leaving."

Then the two of them started drinking tea and talked about many other things.

After a while, with Feng Mingyou's insistence, Zhang Deming left with four catties of spirit rice.

Don't underestimate the weight, it's worth two spirit stones, which is two months' salary for Feng Mingyou.

For the small Qingshan rice field that doesn't yield much profit, this gift is not small.

When he returned, it was already evening.

Obviously, it was too late to go to the outer gate to report today. He would go tomorrow.

Because of the spirit tea, Zhang Deming not only had abundant spiritual energy, but also gained four experience points.

He brought the spirit rice back to the courtyard and put it in the small treasury.

Then Zhang Deming turned and went to the spirit field. The Cloud and Rain Spell for the evening had not been cast yet.

And now as an intermediate apprentice with abundant spiritual power, he could cast the spell three times when fully charged.

His dantian had also stabilized, so he didn't need to worry about overusing his daily spellcasting, which would harm his foundation.

Arriving at the farmland, Zhang Deming increased the output of his magic power when casting the spell.

For a Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, Zhang Deming used twice the amount of spiritual energy.

Looking at the growing spirit rice, this season might yield more than two spirit stones.

After casting the spell, Zhang Deming felt that he still had one-third of his spiritual energy left.

Without hesitation, he directly cast the Growth Spell on the spirit rice.

The Growth Spell not only accelerated growth, but also nurtured the plants without draining their life force. It was beneficial for the plants without any drawbacks.

Until his spiritual power was depleted and his face turned pale, Zhang Deming put away his spellcasting.

The evening sun was blood-red, rendering the sunset exceptionally beautiful.

At this moment, it was time for the Qingshan menial disciples to "show off" in the rice field. There was no one working in the field anymore.

Zhang Deming looked at the vast expanse of spirit rice and felt a sense of emotion. After ten years as a rice farmer, he was finally about to achieve success.

After casting the spell, Zhang Deming walked back to the menial disciples' courtyard under the setting sun.

As soon as he arrived at the square under the banyan tree, his senior brothers and sisters noticed him.

"Ming Ge, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Today, you must share your experience with everyone. Don't just say that you learned it and suddenly became able to cast spells."

"Look, many people from the neighboring medicinal garden have come to join in the fun."

From afar, Lv Guo warmly greeted Zhang Deming, leading him forward and saying.

As they approached, Zhang Deming realized that there were not just twenty people under the banyan tree today, but about forty to fifty.

Just as Lv Guo said, news of his promotion to intermediate apprentice and learning a second spell had already spread throughout Qingshan in half a day.

Now, he was truly a genius among the menial disciples of Qingshan.

The people who came here today were some who genuinely wanted to hear his "teachings," some who wanted to curry favor and network, and some who simply came to join in the fun.

Under the enthusiastic anticipation of everyone, Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment, but then stopped refusing.

"Alright, today I will talk to you about the basic spell that every spirit farmer must learn, the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell. Gathering water into clouds, transforming spirit into rain."

(End of this chapter)