Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 18: A Spirit Sister Suddenly Falls from the Sky

The group was taken aback, and Lv Guo was the first to react, saying, "It should be the three disciples from Senior Peng's courtyard."

Zhang Deming paused for a moment, pondered, and said, "How about we go take a look since we're all awake?"

Lv Guo and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and said, "Sure."

They immediately headed towards the Spirit Field.

After a while, they arrived at the Spirit Field.

"What's wrong? Ming-ge, why are you all here?" Peng Tuan and the others were chatting and killing time.

In the quiet night, Zhang Deming and the others were noticed by Peng Tuan and the others from afar.

Zhang Deming spoke up, saying, "There was a rat demon in the room, and we're not at ease, so we came to take a look. Is there anything unusual?"

Peng Tuan and the others glanced at each other and said, "We just took a stroll around, and there doesn't seem to be any problem."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Deming and the others nodded, checked their respective Spirit Fields, exchanged greetings with Peng Tuan, and then turned back.

When everyone returned to the room to continue sleeping, Zhang Deming and Zong En stood in front of their respective rooms, staring blankly at the huge hole in front of them.

After a long while, Zhang Deming said, "Let's find a carpenter to fix it tomorrow."

Zong En nodded and said, "With such a big hole, there's no other choice. Let's go back to sleep."

With that, he turned around and went to bed.

Zhang Deming picked up the small wooden box in the corner and placed it in a corner of the bed before lying down.

He closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

The Xiaoqing Mountain circle was not big, and everyone in the rice field knew about what happened last night early in the morning.

During the morning roll call, Feng Mingyou looked at Zhang Deming and asked, "What happened last night?"

Zhang Deming replied, "It wasn't a big deal. A rat demon somehow dug a hole in the corner of the wall and broke into the courtyard."

Feng Mingyou nodded with a meaningful look and said, "Put some food in a box and hang it up for safety."

Zhang Deming's eyes lit up upon hearing this. It seemed that Feng Mingyou was indeed an experienced senior. He was just worried about how to hide the Spirit Rice.

After all, he couldn't use Spirit Stones to make a wooden box just for four catties of Spirit Rice.

"Thank you for the advice, I understand," Zhang Deming thanked him.

Feng Mingyou nodded and said, "Today, I will report the matter of the demonic beasts to the higher-ups and hope they send someone to patrol.

After all, the rice has already filled out, and the harvest will be in a few days. We can't afford any accidents.

Alright, let's start the roll call."

Roll call, breakfast, spell casting, Zhang Deming began his daily routine.

In the evening, Zhang Deming tried to use up his spiritual power during spell casting.

With three times the spiritual power of a junior apprentice, he cast the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening. The Spirit Rice in the rice field clearly showed signs of improvement and plumpness.

If nothing unexpected happened, his Spirit Rice should have a good harvest, two days ahead of schedule.

Of course, the price he paid was that it took about four hours to replenish his spiritual energy, which used to take only two hours.

Therefore, when Zhang Deming arrived at the Spirit Field for the last spell casting of the evening, there was no one left in the field.

Everyone had already finished work and gathered under the banyan tree in the square, chatting away.

Zhang Deming arrived at the field and began casting the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell.

As his hands flew, a cloud measuring one mu in size formed above his head.

Compared to when he was a junior apprentice, the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell he now cast with twice the mana not only had abundant spiritual energy, but the cloud was also much larger and denser.

After completing the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, Zhang Deming waited with one-third of his mana remaining.

After the rain from the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell finished, he would need to cast the Growth Spell once more before depleting his spiritual energy and leaving.

"Ah, ah!"

While Zhang Deming was waiting for the rain to finish, he suddenly heard a high-pitched and rhythmic scream.

Perplexed, Zhang Deming looked around but didn't see anything unusual.

"Ah ah."

However, the sound didn't stop and seemed to be getting closer.

This sound?

It seems to be coming from above?

Just as Zhang Deming realized this, he looked up and saw a figure descending from the clouds above, directly smashing into him.

The clouds of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, which Zhang Deming controlled, were only five or six meters above his head.

Therefore, when the figure landed and broke through the clouds, Zhang Deming was shocked and didn't have time to react.

There was a "thump."

"Ah!"

Zhang Deming was hit by the figure and let out a louder scream than before.

"Huh? How come it doesn't hurt at all after falling from such a height?"

A sweet and silly voice of a girl sounded.

Underneath the girl, a voice suddenly spoke, "Have you had enough sitting? Please get up, senior."

"Oh, sorry!"

Hearing the voice, the silly girl finally noticed that there was someone sitting under her.

She got up in an even sillier manner and looked at Zhang Deming apologetically.

My poor back, it almost broke.

Zhang Deming supported his back, lowered his head, and got up, saying, "Junior from the Xiaoyuan Mountain Menial Courtyard, a miscellaneous farmer, greets the senior ancestor!"

The silly and awkward girl's face stiffened, then she looked strange and said, "Senior ancestor? Haha, this junior, you're quite funny! Do you really think I'm a Dual Cultivation Grandmaster who can fly on my own?"

The Heavenly Spirit Sect is mostly divided into three generations based on cultivation level: apprentice disciples, Taiji martial uncles, and Dual Cultivation ancestors.

Of course, this is the general hierarchy.

There are a few exceptions.

For example, those who are directly accepted as disciples by a Dual Cultivation ancestor and become inner disciples, even if they only have the cultivation level of an apprentice, are considered martial uncles.

Martial uncle?

Zhang Deming, who had been bowing his head since being knocked down by the person falling from the sky, was surprised and looked up at the person after hearing this.

As soon as he looked up, Zhang Deming was stunned. It turned out to be a girl, and she seemed somewhat familiar.

The girl appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her face was round, like a bun, but very beautiful.

Not the kind of cold and glamorous beauty, but the kind of silly, sweet, and friendly beauty.

At this moment, the round-faced girl had a faint blush on her face and a smile as she looked at Zhang Deming.

She wore a deep blue ancient-style dress, slightly disheveled due to the recent encounter.

Her waist-length hair was even more messy from flying and falling, but it didn't affect the girl's beauty. Instead, it added a touch of silliness.

She was a perfect embodiment of a classical and silly girl, except for the fact that she had a backpack on her back.

Hmm, a backpack with modern elements.

Zhang Deming wasn't sure about her cultivation level, but she wasn't a mid-level apprentice. However, there wasn't a strong sense of pressure either.

It was highly likely that she was an advanced apprentice.

The girl, seeing Zhang Deming's bewildered expression, became even happier.

With a sweet smile, she said, "Hello, junior brother. I'm Ling'er, an outer disciple of the Xiaohuifeng Sect. That's what they all call me."

Zhang Deming, still somewhat stunned, said, "Um, hello, senior sister. I'm Zhang Deming. What's going on with you, senior sister?"

(End of this chapter)