Spiritual Resurgence: Cultivating Immortality from Farming

"What, you want to fight with me?" Du Long narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Tang, who felt that this guy's cultivation was more than a little stronger than his own, said: "...I don't dare, I don't dare."

If you can't beat him, you can't be tough.

"You bastard, you wasted grandpa's time, please pay me back quickly!" Du Long showed a trace of anger and spread his palms towards him.

Jiang Tang: "..."

It turned out that it was for his gold.

I can't fight but I can't fight, I can't run but I can't run.

Jiang Tang, who refused to admit that he was cowardly and was reluctant to take out the money, thought for a while, then offered a spiritual grass, grinned flatteringly, and sent it over: "Little one, there is a soul-nurturing grass here, by chance. I got it by chance and gave it to Brother Long to apologize."

This soul-nurturing grass is a treasure from the spiritual field. Not to mention the quality, it is much cheaper than the hybrid soul-nurturing grass outside - the spiritual power it can absorb is very rich.

Moreover, soul-nurturing grass is very rare and expensive. Only rich children can use it outside. In the sect, it is also a resource only available to outer disciples and above.

When Du Long saw the soul-nurturing grass, he couldn't care less about money. He immediately lost his temper, snorted coldly, picked up the soul-nurturing grass and walked into the practice room.

The disciple on duty glanced at Jiang Tang, full of sympathy.

Jiang Tang's body ached a little, and he secretly thought that when he started practicing, he would have to knead the grass in handfuls.

He turned back to his yard, sat cross-legged, focused on the space, and began to inspect his spiritual field.

He divided one acre of spiritual field into five ridges and planted a total of 200 spiritual grasses.

He was not very familiar with these things, but because he had been farming for three years and had introductions and planting methods from ancient books, he was able to make perfect with practice.

In fact, he did not cultivate the entire acre of land, because there was still a small area where he built a cowshed.

At the beginning, Jiang Tang opened up the spiritual field and found that there were insects in it, so he tried to put a few chickens in to catch the insects, and then discovered that he could bring in live animals.

So Jiang Tang went down the mountain not long ago, bought a young green cow, and brought it into the space specifically to plow the fields.

Because they were planting the few seeds left in the space, one ridge was empty. Jiang Tang happened to still have some spiritual grass seeds, so he brought the little green cow out, put a spiritual plow on it, and took it to plow. Get up that ridge of spiritual fields.

In just a moment, the newborn calf plowed the ground with its brute force.

Jiang Tang led it to the cowshed, took out the stored dried spiritual grass from the Qiankun bag and put it in the feeding trough. He poured a large groove of spiritual water on it, patted its head, then picked up the hoe and walked there. In front of a ridge of land.

The Nian Jue mobilized his spiritual power, and Jiang Tang hit the clumps of soil with a hoe. The soil was broken up, the spiritual energy inside was channeled, and began to flow around.

Crushing soil is a delicate job, and Jiang Tang learned it for a long time before he became so familiar with it now.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Jiang Tang couldn't help but look proud when he saw that the broken soil was full of spiritual energy.

He fetched a rake and raked the ground with the young green cattle that had eaten and rested. When he saw that the soil had become even and no longer undulating, he sowed the seeds of the magic grass, watered it, and applied fertilizer.

"Little guy, I've suffered a lot for you, go back and have a rest." Jiang Tang stuffed a handful of beans into the little green cow's mouth and smiled slightly.

The little green cow nodded meekly and returned to the cowshed to drink the spiritual water.

Jiang Tang continued to look at the vegetation in the space, pulling out grass from time to time.

The crops here grow very fast, and after planting several of them, seedlings appear in an instant.

After a while, the crops planted in the first few ridges of spiritual fields were already mature.

Jiang Tang hurriedly fetched the sickle hanging next to the cowshed, carefully cut off the mature spiritual grass and put it into the Qiankun bag.

After adding beans and spiritual water to the little green cow, Jiang Tang walked out of the space covered in sweat.

When I came out of the bath, the sun was already setting.

Jiang Tang went out and suddenly heard a burst of laughter next to him.

He climbed up the fence of his yard and peeked quietly.

A handyman disciple was playing with a two-foot sword and said proudly: "This is the yellow-grade sword given to me by my eldest brother from the outer sect. Although it is only of low grade, it is also an extremely sharp treasure."

Listening to his beaming show off, Jiang Tang's eyes flashed with the same look of envy as those of the handyman disciples next to him.

In this world of cultivation, plants are divided into four grades: A, B, C and D, with a total of twelve grades, upper, middle and lower.

Weapons are also divided into categories, just divided into heaven, earth, black and yellow. The four grades are also divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and there are also twelve grades.

Those who have reached this level are all spiritual weapons. Only cultivators can pick up spiritual weapons.

For someone like him who has been practicing for more than half a year and has only reached the second level of body refining, it is a long road to be able to afford such a weapon.

Hey, don't be in a hurry, just give me a hammer.

When he becomes a big planter and is rich all over the world, will he still worry about not being able to work hard to improve his cultivation and hold a long sword in his hand?

The more urgent some things are, the more difficult they are to come by, and the less urgent they are, the more quickly they come.

No, the opportunity came to Jiang Tang the next day.

At about midnight, looking at the two outer deacons in front of the fence yard, the sleepy Jiang Tang suddenly woke up.

"Two deacons, I wonder why you came here to look for your disciples at this time?" Jiang Tang welcomed them in, invited them into the hall, and bowed respectfully.

Looking at the small fenced courtyard that was so shabby that even their own dogs disliked it, the two deacons frowned together.

"Little friend Jiang, I have seen the record. You have worked hard in the past three years and earned a lot of money. Why do you live in such a shabby courtyard instead of a spacious and comfortable one?" A deacon frowned.

Jiang Tang made them a pot of tea made from the herbs he picked from the spiritual fields, then rubbed his head and smiled awkwardly: "To be honest, my disciples lived in poverty when they were young, and wanted to save some money to open a shop at the foot of the mountain to do business. Make some money for yourself.”

The Immortal Sect allows disciples to do business, but the money earned must be taxed and 20% must be paid to the Sect.

Paying taxes is also beneficial. You can hang the Immortal Sect's emblem on the facade, which is equivalent to having a backer. Unless they are asking for trouble, most people will not provoke it easily.

The two deacons nodded, picked up the old tea cup and took a sip. Suddenly, they felt the fragrance hit their nostrils, and the spiritual energy rushed into the Dantian along the lips and teeth.

They praised the tea and looked at Jiang Tang with gentle and kind eyes.

"Little friend Jiang, since you have been working diligently and diligently for three years, I and I have taken it upon ourselves to earn a spot in the farmers' association for you. If you win, you will get thousands of taels of silver. Are you willing to go? "The deacon who just spoke slowly opened his lips.

The Fairy Gate of the Farmers' Association is held in the market, similar to a temple fair. It is held once a year and specializes in selling the crops harvested by the Fairy Gate. The fairy sect that sells the most will be rewarded with silver.

That chip, he remembered, seemed to be one thousand taels of silver.