Eternal Life: I Can Break Through The Limits Of All Methods

Chapter 1: Mutation Entry

Outside the Divine Will Sect's mountain gate, in a golden field of spiritual rice, a figure was bending over, using a sickle to harvest the rice.

Under the scorching sun, he straightened his body and pounded his sore back.

Then he took off his straw hat and fanned his sweaty cheek.

The sweat evaporated, bringing him a slight sense of coolness.

But as he looked at the other five acres of unharvested spiritual rice, a bitter expression appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but complain, "So tired, so bitter, is this what it means to be an ordinary person cultivating immortality?"

"Clearly in the Immortal Cultivation World, living like an ordinary person and still having to farm."

"I've never farmed in my previous life..."

His name was Chu Ming, and he had transmigrated to this Immortal Cultivation World just three days ago.

Originally, he was quite excited about the transmigration, but after inheriting the memories of the original owner, he couldn't be happy at all.

The original owner was a disciple of the Divine Will Sect's outer sect, responsible for cultivating ten acres of spiritual fields.

His talent for cultivation was extremely poor, with a mixed-color spiritual root.

Since joining the sect at the age of fifteen, he had only reached the second level of Qi Refining at the age of thirty-eight.

At this rate of cultivation, he was afraid that he would never even reach Foundation Building in this lifetime, let alone become an immortal and achieve longevity.

The reason for such slow cultivation was not only because of his poor aptitude, but also because of the lack of cultivation resources.

As an outer sect disciple, all cultivation resources had to be obtained through their own labor. The sect would not distribute them for free.

After all, the sect was not a charity organization, and most of the labor income had to be handed over to the sect, provided to the inner sect and the higher-ups of the sect.

For example, the cultivation of these spiritual fields. A qualified spiritual farmer could use spells like the Cloud Rain Technique and the Acceleration Technique to make the fields mature once a month.

The normal monthly yield of one acre of Spirit Rice was about two hundred catties, and the annual yield of ten acres of land was about twenty thousand catties, excluding the two months unsuitable for production.

The sect stipulated that the disciples of the spiritual farming must hand in enough sixteen thousand catties of Spirit Rice each year, and the rest, regardless of the amount, could be kept for themselves.

It seemed that as a spiritual farmer, one could harvest four thousand catties of Spirit Rice in a year, which could be sold for four hundred Low Grade Spirit Stones.

However, this was only the ideal situation.

In general, due to pest damage, weather conditions, and various other reasons, the normal annual yield of ten acres of spiritual fields was only about eighteen thousand catties.

Sometimes, due to various accidents, not even sixteen thousand catties could be handed in for a whole year.

The shortage had to be doubled and handed over to the sect the following year, otherwise, punishment would be imposed.

With that, the remaining Spirit Rice had to be used to deal with various demons and monsters.

What was left for himself was basically around four hundred catties a year, which could be exchanged for forty Low Grade Spirit Stones.

In one year, I only earn so few spirit stones that I can't even afford to buy a few pills. Naturally, my cultivation progress is slow.

However, in the past few months, it seems that the original owner has had a sudden realization. The cultivation technique for Low Grade Spirit Rice has made rapid progress, and it even seems to have reached its peak.

The yield has gradually increased. After deducting losses, the average yield per mu of land in this crop is estimated to be around 230 catties, which is much higher than the ideal standard yield.

If we continue to plant at this yield, it seems that there is hope for getting rich, and there might even be a chance for Foundation Building.

However, Chu Ming is not happy. On the contrary, he feels uneasy because he is not sure if he can keep the surplus Spirit Rice for himself.

Just then, there was a voice outside the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Chu, the harvest of this crop of Spirit Rice is good."

Chu Ming looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged cultivator in a Daoist robe standing with his hands behind his back, smiling at him from outside the half-height fence.

Seeing this person, he couldn't help but frown.

Ji Rong, an outer disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining, is considered the strongest among the outer disciples in this area.

Whenever the spiritual field is harvested, he would come to borrow grain.

He says it's borrowing, but he has never returned anything in over ten years.

If he does return something, it would be in the form of favors or some worthless things, such as helping to teach someone a lesson or giving two popular spell manuals.

If he doesn't borrow, he won't be beaten, but the consequences of fighting within the sect are still severe.

But it would be impossible to cultivate the land properly.

Others can secretly use a spell to cause rotten rain in the spiritual field or release pests, and you have no way to stop it.

And they know how to do it without affecting the part of the spiritual field that needs to be handed over to the sect, so they can make the spiritual farmers have no harvest.

These people are actually just ruffians who collect protection fees in the outer sect.

The sect doesn't bother with such matters as long as the sect's interests are not affected, they turn a blind eye.

In fact, this is an unspoken rule in the outer sect, a potential benefit for those powerful outer disciples.

Anyway, these people have their own judgment and only collect Spirit Rice from spiritual farmers who have poor talent and no hope of Foundation Building.

As for spiritual farmers with potential, they are polite and friendly towards them.

In this way, the cultivation of spiritual farmers with potential will not be disturbed.

The cultivation resources of spiritual farmers without potential can be concentrated on the strong outer disciples, making them stronger and recruiting them into the inner sect, thereby improving the overall strength of the sect.

The cultivation resources within the sect can also be more effectively utilized, avoiding waste.

To put it bluntly, these untalented disciples at the bottom are also a kind of cultivation resource in the eyes of others.

After the inner sect harvests, the strong outer disciples will harvest another wave.

However, many people want to do it but haven't had the opportunity yet.

Compared to the markets and desolate mountains outside, practicing in the sect is at least safer, without worrying about the disturbance of Rogue Cultivators.

The people who collect protection fees won't exploit everything, they will leave a portion of cultivation resources for them.

For these weak cultivators at the bottom who don't have much skill in alchemy or talisman making, even though they only have this little amount of cultivation resources per year, it's still more than what they can earn by struggling outside.

And the cost of cultivating Spirit Rice is very low, there are plenty of people who can do it.

So, even though they know they will be exploited as disciples of Spirit Farmers, they are reluctant to give up this job.

Even if they endure for a few years and accumulate some spirit stones to exchange for gold and silver to live in the secular world, they can still enjoy their later years.

What he was worried about before was that these people would see his increased Spirit Rice production and demand more protection fees.

His increased production would be benefiting others.

Just when he finally had hope of becoming stronger, it was about to be extinguished.

And although he despised this person in his heart, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction on his face.

He even stood up with a smile and walked over to open the door warmly.

"Oh, it's Senior Ji, what a rare guest. Come in and have a cup of tea."

Although he couldn't see the expression on his own face, he imagined it should be similar to a fishmonger in a certain TV drama.

Ji Rong smiled and waved his hand, "Chu Junior Brother, no need to be polite. I just happened to pass by, so I won't go in."

"Ah, seeing your Spirit Rice ripe reminds me of the argument my three wives had this morning because of a bowl of Spirit Rice."

"You, a bachelor, may not understand, but having too many wives is not necessarily a good thing."

"It's also troublesome to have too many children."

"Just this morning, the three of them started arguing because our third son ate an extra bowl of Spirit Rice."

"Damn it, it ruined my mood for the whole day."

Chu Ming cursed inwardly after hearing this.

After Ji Rong's strength gradually increased in the earlier years, he established a family and business in the market outside the sect, marrying three female cultivators in succession and having eight children, five of whom had spiritual roots.

Relying on collecting protection fees, this guy's life was flourishing, enjoying a luxurious life with his large family, and looking forward to the future.

On the surface, he was just chatting, but the meaning was obvious: my family doesn't have enough Spirit Rice to eat, and even conflicts have arisen, making me feel very unhappy.

If you were a sensible person, you would know how to share my worries.

He wouldn't have said this before, clearly because he saw that Chu Ming's Spirit Rice production had increased and wanted to collect more.

Chu Ming was straightforward and disliked this kind of person who beat around the bush and disgusted others. He had to guess what he was thinking when he spoke.

But now he could only choose to comply and show extremely high emotional intelligence.

He waved his hand and smiled, "Senior Brother, why bother to worry about such a trivial matter?"

"It just so happens that my harvest this time is good. I will produce 120 catties of Spirit Rice and deliver it directly to your residence."

"Let the children have a few good meals."

Normally, Chu Ming would contribute 80 jin of Spirit Rice each month. He thought that adding 40 jin at once was already quite sincere.

Apart from him, Ji Rong also collected Spirit Rice from four other spirit farmers.

Adding it all up, they would have over 400 jin of Spirit Rice in a month. Even if everyone in their family were pigs, it should be enough to eat.

However, Ji Rong shook his head and smiled, saying, "Adding 40 jin is not enough. The children have grown up recently and their appetites have increased a lot."

"If you really take care of your nephews, brother, give me 300 jin of Spirit Rice."

"What?" Chu Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this, cursing in his heart at this lion's outrageous request.

Seeing his reaction, Ji Rong pretended to be surprised and asked, "What's wrong, junior brother? Is it inconvenient?"

Chu Ming held back his anger, but in the end, he didn't dare to explode.

Ji Rong left no room for bargaining. If he didn't give it, he would definitely resort to underhanded means behind his back.

And he only knew that the newly added yield in the field was enough for 300 jin, so he dared to make such an outrageous request.

After considering for a moment, Chu Ming could only pretend to laugh it off and say, "It's convenient, it's convenient. It just so happens that this harvest is quite good. It's not a problem to give senior brother 300 jin."

But in his heart, he was bleeding. 300 jin of Spirit Rice was worth thirty Low Grade spirit stones!

Ji Rong smiled with satisfaction, patted Chu Ming's shoulder, and laughed, "Good brother, you're really thoughtful."

"When I saw your Spirit Rice harvest, I knew I would definitely benefit from it."

"If you need any help in the future, just ask. We're brothers, no need to be polite."

"Alright, you go ahead and busy yourself. I'll go to the Holy Void Peak first. Have the 300 jin of Spirit Rice ready before I come back."

Chu Ming nodded repeatedly, and then Ji Rong left with a smile.

Watching him go, Chu Ming spat on the ground, cursing as he returned to the field to continue harvesting the rice.

Sure enough, the thing he was worried about happened. The increased yield that he worked so hard for ended up benefiting someone else.

What's the use of being good at farming? Without the strength to back it up, all the grain will still be grown by others.

However, just as he was about to swing his sickle again, a golden panel suddenly popped up in front of him.

[Low Grade Spirit Rice Planting: Proficiency +1]

[Low Grade Spirit Rice Planting breakthrough to Perfection, entering the Transcendent Realm]

[Unlock Transcendent-level entry: Mutation]

[The Low Grade Spirit Rice you plant has a chance to produce various mutations]

[As skill proficiency increases, the types of mutations increase, the effects of mutations strengthen, and the number of mutations increases]

New book, seeking collections and recommendations, already signed internally.

(End of this chapter)