Spiritual Resurgence: Cultivating Immortality from Farming

Jiang Tang touched his belly.

I want to eat white flour steamed buns.

I want to go to space to harvest crops.

I want to practice.

That’s all, let’s go take a look.

After some hesitation, Jiang Tang put on his homemade clogs and followed him with disheveled hair.

On the way, through casual conversation, Jiang Tang learned that this female disciple was the child of two generations of servant disciples who were married in the Immortal Sect. She grew up in the sect and was named Yan Weiwei.

A few days ago, Yan Weiwei encountered an injured spiritual beast when she was playing in the back mountains. She wanted to treat it but could not afford to hire a doctor from the sect. She heard from several fellow disciples that Jiang Tang knew some medical skills and often used them to treat her. The elixirs he practiced were used to treat the sick servant disciples.

So I came to look for Jiang Tang with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Then when I came, I saw a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath.

Speaking of this, Yan Weiwei glanced sideways at Jiang Tang.

He is handsome, lean but not skinny, and he is considered a good-looking young man.

"Junior Brother Jiang, right in front." Yan Weiwei pointed to the bamboo forest ahead.

Jiang Tang walked over and took a look, and saw a snow-white spiritual beast lying in a bamboo leaf with a weak voice.

It was only the size of a palm, with a pair of bone wings. Its eyes were as big as a clear spring, and its pair of dark eyes were full of pain.

This little thing looks like a snow dragon chick described in ancient books.

Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows, walked over and squatted down.

When the little thing saw a stranger approaching, he immediately arched his back and all the down on his body stood up. It stared at Jiang Tang with bared teeth, and its pair of black eyes turned faintly golden.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Tang offered a spiritual grass, handed it over and said gently, "I'll give it to you, it's not poisonous."

The little thing was stunned for a moment, and his dark eyes returned to their true colors, suddenly widening.

It's a bit... like the way a cat is concentrating on it, so cute.

Jiang Tang wanted to touch this little thing's plush head.

The little thing sniffed the spirit grass, immediately jumped into Jiang Tang's palm, and started to gnaw it hungrily.

Jiang Tang noticed that there was a wound on its hind leg, which had begun to fester, so he offered another elixir that could heal the wound.

The little thing sniffed it and closed his eyes immediately.

"grumble--"

It pushed away the elixir and turned its head away.

"Don't be picky about food, it's healing." Jiang Tang broke off the little thing's head.

Seeing that it didn't resist, he touched its head again and said, "If you eat it obediently, I'll give you some delicious food." He had plenty of spiritual grass and a large space.

The little thing suddenly opened his eyes brightly, grabbed the elixir, frowned, and ate it in two or three mouthfuls.

"Junior Brother Jiang, you are so awesome. I persuaded it a few days ago and it didn't want to eat for a long time." Yan Weiwei's eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

Jiang Tang, who had already identified this as the snow dragon chick based on the illustrations in ancient books, touched his nose and smiled.

Do you want to tell the little senior sister that Xue Long was born to be a picky eater?

Jiang Tang grabbed a handful of spiritual grass from the Qiankun Pouch and fed it to the little thing. Seeing that its wounds were beginning to show signs of repair, he stood up, bowed to Yan Weiwei, and prepared to leave.

The little thing that was licking its fur saw that Jiang Tang was about to leave. He chirped quickly, spread out his bone wings and flew to Jiang Tang's shoulder.

Jiang Tang stretched out his hand, lifted the little thing by the back of its neck, and lifted it in front of him.

The little thing's eyes were wide open and he looked harmless.

No, I have a boyish heart.

Jiang Tang forced himself to cough calmly: "Go find the little senior sister."

He put the small thing on the ground and turned away.

The little thing chirped and flew to Jiang Tang's shoulder again.

Jiang Tang: "..." What is this?

"Junior Brother Jiang, it seems to like you so much. If you don't mind, just make a contract with it." Yan Weiwei chuckled.

Jiang Tang pondered for a while.

Snow dragons are descendants of the ancient dragon clan. When the pure-bred snow dragons grow up, they become adorable pet king kongs with explosive combat power.

Isn't that just providing food, clothing, housing and a bodyguard?

"Little thing, are you willing to make a contract with me?" Jiang Tang thought about it and looked down at the little thing he was carrying.

The little thing nodded meekly, broke away, and grabbed Jiang Tang's arm.

"Senior sister, I have never made a contract." Jiang Tang remembered something and smiled awkwardly.

"Just cut your finger and drop a drop of blood." Yan Weiwei covered her lips.

Jiang Tang nodded and made a contract with the little thing.

A golden formation suddenly appeared at Jiang Tang's feet.

The shadow of the little thing appeared on the formation, and then merged into Jiang Tang's body along with the formation.

"This doesn't look like a contract of equality." Yan Weiwei was startled.

"Dad, this is a soul contract." A soft and waxy voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Tang's mind.

Before Jiang Tang could recover, the voice said again, "Daddy's breath smells good."

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the little thing tugging at his sleeves and a tail wagging happily.

"So, this is a soul contract?" Jiang Tang tried to ask the little thing in his heart, and when he saw it nodding, he suddenly understood.

"Senior Sister, I still have something to do, so I'll go first." Jiang Tang bowed and left.

Yan Weiwei looked at the little thing lying obediently on Jiang Tang's shoulder with a look of envy.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry." On the way back, the little thing lay on Jiang Tang's head and pulled up his hair.

"Come down, I'm not your father." Jiang Tang's eyes twitched.

"But daddy smells good, just as good as mother." The little thing said softly, looking a little aggrieved.

"...Okay, you win, you can call me whatever you want."

"Daddy is so kind!"

Jiang Tang picked up the small thing from his head and asked, "Do you have a name?"

"My mother has been kidnapped by a group of bad guys since I was born. In order to protect me, my mother deliberately asked me to hatch later." The little thing shook his head.

As soon as it was born, it was targeted by the bad guys who took away its mother. Because of fleeing, he ended up here in the mountains.

"I'll give you a name, Er Yao. Yao means light. Er Yao will be like me from now on and can't be a bad person." Jiang Tang touched the little thing's head.

Er Yao nodded, curious as to what the two in front meant.

Of course Jiang Tang would not tell this little baby that second was the pronoun of a certain senior brother pig.

Back in the courtyard, Jiang Tang ate two white-faced steamed buns. Seeing Er Yao staring at him eagerly, he felt a little sorry and simply took it into the spirit field space.

"Er Yao, I'm going to take Brother Niu to plow the fields. You can eat these spiritual plants as you like." Jiang Tang pointed to his first acre of land and spoke boldly.

"Dad, is it really okay to eat it?" Er Yao smelled the rich aroma of spiritual grass and swallowed his saliva.

"Eat whatever you want, until you're full." Jiang Tang waved his hand and started harvesting the second acre of land.

Hey, what an appetite a little thing can have.

Half an hour later, Jiang Tang, who had finished harvesting an acre of land, looked back and wiped his face.

Um? Something's wrong?

Jiang Tang was stunned for a moment, and then turned around suddenly, dumbfounded on the spot.

The spiritual field behind him was empty and only the spiritual field was left.

This is really empty, the roots of the spiritual grass are gone.

In the middle of the spiritual field, a snow-white little beast lay. The little beast touched its round belly, squinted its eyes in contentment, and kept burping.