The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality Chapter 41

After bidding farewell to Chen Bo, Jiang Chen was still pondering the matter of the mutated spirit plant.

If there was a method to induce mutation in spirit plants, wouldn't that equate to a continuous stream of yield and Spirit Stones?

He carefully recalled.

Before the rain, there wasn't much difference among all the Spirit Rice plants in the Spirit Farm. The only variation was merely the number of rice ears.

After the thunderclap and the thunderstorm, this particular spirit plant underwent mutation.

"Could it be related to the thunder?" Jiang Chen speculated inwardly.

But why this specific plant? Why didn't the other Spirit Rice plants mutate?

However, the more he thought, the more perplexed he became. He simply couldn't figure out the key point here.

Time arrived at Grain in Ear (Mangzhong).

In the outside world, this signified that crops were mature and ready for harvest. But in the immortal sect, or indeed the entire cultivation world, it was just an ordinary day. Even the most common Spirit Rice matured in three months and was harvested each season.

After receiving Lin Yu's notification, Jiang Chen stood patiently on the ridge of the field, waiting.

But he had to admit, summer wasn't very friendly to Wood Spirit Roots. The sun was scorching, and the temperature was exceptionally high. Being exposed to it for a short while left him parched and dry-mouthed.

Fortunately, Lin Yu didn't keep him waiting too long. Before long, a slowly approaching Paper Crane appeared in the distance.

In such a remote place, besides Lin Yu, only Jin Fugui was willing to come here. Of course, there used to be Lin An as well, but that guy's whereabouts were currently unknown.

Jiang Chen waited for her to jump down and immediately stepped forward to greet her. "Welcome, Fellow Daoist Lin!"

Lin Yu was quite surprised to see a Spirit Hen wandering around. "You've started raising chickens?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly. "A friend gave it."

Lin Yu understood, then blinked her eyes. "Do you raise fish?"

"Fish?" Jiang Chen was taken aback.

Lin Yu explained, "The kind that are plump and chubby carp."

Jiang Chen waved his hand. "Although I have irrigation ditches here, they're too shallow."

If it were burrowing creatures like loaches, eels, frogs, or crayfish, he could give it a try. As for fish, it was better to forget about it for now.

Lin Yu nodded in understanding, then said, "Then I'll begin."

With a wave of her small hand, spiritual power began to be consumed.

Immediately, a large amount of Water Spiritual Energy began to gather above the Spirit Farm. In no time at all, it gradually formed a faintly dark mist. Simultaneously, a cool aura spread outward along with it.

Jiang Chen, who had been feeling somewhat hot and bothered, suddenly felt an incomparably cool and comfortable sensation from head to toe.

Soon, the sound of pitter-patter rain began to fall. The spirit plants below immediately became plump under the nourishment of the spiritual rain.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen had a thought and asked, "Fellow Daoist Lin, could this Minor Rain Spell eventually turn into a thunderstorm?"

Lin Yu shook her head. "The Minor Rain Spell cannot, but the Major Rain Spell can."

"What's the difference?" Jiang Chen continued his inquiry.

Lin Yu explained, "The Minor Rain Spell is a low-tier spell, while the Major Rain Spell is high-tier. Casting the Major Rain Spell requires vast spiritual power to sustain it; therefore, only those at Foundation Establishment or above can learn it."

Jiang Chen pressed further, "Can it simulate thunderclaps?"

"It should be possible," Lin Yu said, somewhat uncertain.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly in contemplation.

Perhaps he should find a Water Spirit Root disciple at Foundation Establishment who has learned the Major Rain Spell to try it out. If it could truly stimulate his spirit plants to undergo mutation, then that would prove this method was correct.

The only problem was that to hire a Foundation Establishment disciple, the Mid-grade Spirit Stones in his possession might not be enough.

Immediately, his gaze fell upon Lin Yu once more.

"Why are you looking at me?" Lin Yu was quite puzzled.

Jiang Chen continued, "What realm is Fellow Daoist Lin currently at? What level has your Minor Rain Spell reached?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu seemed somewhat embarrassed as she said, "This... although my Minor Rain Spell has reached level two, my cultivation realm is only mid-stage Qi Condensation."

"Only mid-stage Qi Condensation?" Jiang Chen was dumbfounded.

He had thought that even if she wasn't at Foundation Establishment, she would at least be at late-stage Qi Condensation. After all, her skill with this Minor Rain Spell was truly impressive.

He never expected he had overestimated her instead.

Lin Yu shrugged. "The advantage of us Water Spirit Roots is that our spiritual power is more enduring; this is also one of the main reasons why we often pursue talisman arts."

Faced with this explanation, Jiang Chen was left speechless.

Waiting for Lin Yu to reach Foundation Establishment and learn the Major Rain Spell would take at least ten or twenty years; that was a bit too long.

It seemed the most direct and effective method was still to find a Water Spirit Root disciple at Foundation Establishment.

Next, the two chatted intermittently about this and that. Time passed quickly. Because he had already paid a deposit previously, Lin Yu casting the Minor Rain Spell this time didn't require additional payment.

After she stepped onto her Paper Crane and left, Jiang Chen immediately jumped into the Spirit Farm.

While circulating his Evergreen Art to sense all the Spirit Rice plants, he also carefully observed all the spirit plants.

Unfortunately, not a single one had mutated.

Whether Spirit Rice, Spirit Clover, watermelons, or cabbages—even after being nourished by one session of the Minor Rain Spell, they only became more moist and plump.

None exhibited circumstances identical to those of the mutated Spirit Rice plant.

"Whether Minor Rain Spell or Major Rain Spell, they are essentially simulating natural rainfall; ultimately, it still lacks something," Jiang Chen felt somewhat regretful.

Then, he hurriedly ran toward the Stone Mountain again, skillfully entering its internal space.

Under his meticulous cultivation, the mutated Spirit Rice plant was thriving robustly. After all, the nutrients from this patch of black soil were all absorbed by this single plant alone!

After careful observation, Jiang Chen pondered, "After it matures, I will keep all its grains separately for cultivation, to see what differences there are compared with normal Spirit Rice."

Seeing no issues, he turned around and left!

Upon reaching the outside again, the Spirit Hen made "cooing" sounds! One listen knew it had laid another egg! Once every three days, each time precisely at this hour—very punctual!

However, Jiang Chen himself didn't eat them much; he fed them all to the little yellow dog instead!

Over these past six months, its size had grown rapidly! But because it had entered its awkward growth phase, its appearance looked somewhat scruffy! Especially its fur, which became extremely messy! Every time Jiang Chen saw the little yellow dog's monkey-like face, he wanted to laugh!

Sure enough, upon arriving at where the Spirit Hen laid eggs, the little fellow had been waiting for quite some time already!

Although greedy, mouth watering, constantly drooling saliva dripping down... because Jiang Chen had privately "educated" (beaten) him before, he dared not act recklessly!

"Woof, woof!" It barked several times as if urging, Hurry up, hurry up!

"What's the rush? Anyway, they're all yours." Jiang Chen shrugged nonchalantly.

He took out a handful of Tier-2 Spirit Rice from his small storage pouch and placed them before the Spirit Hen. He waited until it pecked them up, grain by grain. Only then did he pick up the egg from the ground and head toward the kitchen.

Before long, the house was filled with the aroma of delicious food.

And such days—one person, one dog, one chicken—were repeated almost every single day.