Chapter 639: Divine Spirit Rice

Xuan Jincheng ignored his own poison and furiously channeled his divine energy, slamming down the Glazed Mace with no mercy whatsoever.

In that instant of unleashing his full power, Xuan Jincheng felt his soul sea shatter and his Dao collapsing.

He knew clearly this was the result of his poison Dao law exploding utterly within his body without regard for consequences.

"Boom!"

The furious divine energy nearly tore apart every protective array.

The lightning arcs whipped up by Wen Jiyue's Qinglei Dao knife were instantly shattered by the Glazed Mace; Wen Jiyue spat another jet of blood and was flung backward.

His aura was in utter chaos, and his injuries remained severe.

Wen Jiyue had not lied.

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Even though Xuan Jincheng was deeply poisoned and his Dao had collapsed.

It wasn't stupid—it wouldn't go adventuring without training beside Brother Huan, a top-tier big shot.

Even though this was the Leishendao Sect, even though he was the sect leader.

Almost the moment Xuan Jincheng heard those words, the escape talisman in his hand flared with light, engulfing him and vanishing instantly.

Now Xuan Jincheng's own life was in jeopardy, he'd fled the Leishendao Sect, and with Wen Jiyue vouching for him, what was there to hesitate about? The gathering divine array was deployed with zero restraint.

Wen Jiyue was not disappointed: "He'll never recover in this lifetime. To maintain his realm at the Divine Lord level is already impressive."

He didn't know which method Lao Ji had used, but Ding Huan felt his own method couldn't be worse than Lao Ji's.

"Brother Huan, I'm already an eighth-rank immortal beast…"

This time he would cultivate right beside the Immortal Spirit Rice field—it would help the rice grow.

"Are we in the Divine Realm now?" Yi Jie finally realized.

"Brother Huan, we've been in the Divine Realm all along—why did you only just now…?"

This time, every seed he used was top-grade Divine Spirit Rice.

Of the residual aura left by Wen Mu Jian, who could say how many arriving cultivators would aid him? If even one sided with Wen Jiyue, his life today would be over.

Yi Jie was dissatisfied but chose to stay silent.

For someone like Ding Huan, if you can't be friends, you absolutely must not become an enemy.

He transplanted the rice stalks imbued with the Five Elements' laws according to a specific pattern.

When Ding Huan returned to Lei Shan to close himself off for cultivation, no one came to trouble him. Clearly, Wen Jiyue had used her connections to warn the elders.

Ding Huan cultivated furiously in seclusion; Yi Jie didn't dare slack off either, cultivating right beside Ding Huan.

Then he felt resentment—Brother Huan had been in the Divine Realm for ages and still left him to cultivate in the Five Elements World. That was unfair.

He had even grown premium-grade Divine Spirit Rice—Ding Huan was very satisfied.

There was one thing she didn't say.

So Ding Huan planned to plant some Immortal Spirit Rice on Lei Shan.

The moment the escape talisman activated, Xuan Jincheng felt a fierce killing intent surge from his back.

Even with incredible luck, he could at best recover to the Heavenly God realm.

Yet compared to Xuan Jincheng, she was still far behind.

What saddened Ding Huan was that this half of his body had no ring.

Previously, when Xuan Jincheng was sect leader, he had been somewhat cautious.

The prerequisite was having a miracle-level treasure.

Seven months later, Ding Huan's cultivation broke through to the Divine Nurturing Realm, eighth layer.

Cultivating beside Ding Huan, his progress was simply unimaginably fast.

To help the Immortal Spirit Rice advance, Ding Huan tracked the growth of every single stalk.

"Puff!" Blood exploded—Xuan Jincheng's lower half was cleaved open.

After swallowing several divine pills, Wen Jiyue said: "Still planning to go to the Dao Ruins with me?"

"Thank you, Ding Huan." Wen Jiyue walked over; though her face was pale, her eyes held the satisfaction of revenge.

Even more satisfying to Ding Huan was that he harvested six hundred jin of rice entirely covered in gold.

Only now did he realize that cultivating beside Ding Huan was entirely different from cultivating alone.

But this also served as a warning to Ding Huan—he had prepared for so long, and Wen Jiyue had been entangled in this.

Besides being poisoned, Xuan Jincheng had also been cut by Dahan Yi Dao; within a certain range, he could sense the aura of his own Dao resonance.

Xuan Jincheng sensed a deathly aura.

Feeling Lei Shan was temporarily safe enough, Ding Huan finally released Yi Jie.

He even irrigated the rice ridges.

Xuan Jincheng wanted to strike again with the Glazed Mace and kill Wen Jiyue outright.

From the aura leaking out, Ding Huan knew the faint golden specks on the rice must be low-grade Divine Spirit Rice.

……

Though he had no official standing in the Qinglei Leishendao Sect, he had long regarded Lei Shan as his own Dao domain.

The faint golden stripes were mid-grade Divine Spirit Rice.

"Plop!"

Ding Huan sighed: "Too bad he escaped with his life."

Ding Huan waved his hand: "If I'd released you earlier, you'd have died from poison. Only recently has it stabilized—hurry and cultivate. I don't think I'll stay here much longer."

Ding Huan shook his head: "Since Xuan Jincheng is no longer a threat, I plan to cultivate on Lei Shan for a while." Clearly, at his current level—even with a Divine Lord's power—he couldn't handle a World God.

But Ding Huan believed that since it was rice, it tasted better as paddy rice.

Yijie also succeeded in Tribulation Crossing and advanced to a Level One Divine Beast.

But given his severe injuries, he dared not remain in Qing Lei Shendao Sect.

Ding Huan said nothing.

Unfortunately, Ding Huan had no high-grade divine materials on him; otherwise, he would have added some heavenly treasures to the water.

This Master Huan really doesn't treat it as a friend—his reasons may be righteous, but in its eyes, he'd simply forgotten this insignificant little thing.

To Ding Huan, Wen Jiyue felt not only gratitude, but also deep wariness.

Because Ding Huan's understanding of the laws of heaven and earth had reached its peak, the vitality of his immortal spirit rice grew ever more vigorous.

The Five Elements must not clash with each other—they must generate each other.

"Xuan Jincheng, don't provoke my Master Huan again."

If he didn't leave, as long as Wen Jiyue could still act, he was finished.

Xuan Jincheng's power had clearly not even reached one ten-thousandth of its potential; it seemed he'd need to be even more cautious when scheming against opponents in the future.

Wanting to recover to the Divine Lord realm? Don't dream about it.

The escape talisman activated, and that terrifying blade curtain slashed down.

But under those circumstances, if he changed his position, he might not have been able to sever even half of Xuan Jincheng's body.

It decided to wait until its cultivation strengthened, then venture out on its own.

If you need my help, send me a message—I can still assist with some matters now that Xuan Jincheng is no longer a threat.

He dared not turn back to strike; his previous attack had pushed his Dao to the brink of collapse, and his soul sea had long since cracked open.

As soon as Yijie emerged, he sensed something was wrong—the heavenly laws far exceeded those of the Immortal World.

He hadn't even thought of the ring when he struck; now that Xuan Jincheng had escaped, he realized his blade's angle had been wrong.

The divine energy seemed weak, yet the killing intent appeared to sweep through the entire Qing Lei Shendao Sect's aura of slaughter.

Although she had left Qing Lei Shendao Sect, she was still the daughter of the former sect master, and she did have connections within the sect.

Having been poisoned by his Deep Dao Poison and Bone-Clinging Dao-Eating Poison, surviving at all is already remarkable.

If she could help Ding Huan within Qing Lei Shendao Sect, she would unhesitatingly deploy the connections left by her father.

The thought she'd just recently decided upon—to venture out alone—faded once more.

As the Spirit Gathering Divine Array activated, vast quantities of dense heavenly divine spiritual energy were drawn in.

From now on, she no longer needed to fear this fellow suddenly attacking her, nor did she need to feign injury or conceal her cultivation to guard against him.

With Xuan Jincheng this severely wounded, even if he escaped, she could find him anytime to seek revenge.

When he first cultivated immortal spirit rice in the Immortal World, Ding Huan had never chosen to irrigate it.

No need to ask—this was undoubtedly top-grade divine spirit rice.

Ding Huan was currently only at the Divine Nurturing realm, yet he was the most terrifying Divine Nurturing cultivator she had ever seen—without exception.

One could say that although Xuan Jincheng still lived, he was essentially no different from the dead.

Xuan Jincheng forcibly suppressed his inner killing intent and pulled out a talisman, ready to activate it.

"What? You have an objection?" Ding Huan immediately noticed Yijie's dissatisfaction.

"I must go to the Dao Ruins to find my father. If anything happens, you can send me a message."

He knew his own condition well—his body was now worth less than a rag.

Ding Huan gathered all the rice and planted another row.

Xuan Jincheng's lower half, including his arm, fell to the ground.

Seeing the immortal spirit rice growing well, Ding Huan chose to continue his cultivation.

Four more months passed; Ding Huan's cultivation reached the eleventh layer of the Divine Nurturing realm, and his rice matured for the second time.

If he dared turn back to strike, today would be his grave.

Despite this calculated advantage over an unsuspecting foe, they still failed to completely eliminate Xuan Jincheng.

"Good, thank you. Rest assured and cultivate in Qian Lei Shan—I'll speak to some elders in the sect for you."

From one row of immortal spirit rice, Ding Huan harvested three hundred jin of rice with faint golden flecks, seven hundred jin of rice with faint golden veins, and two hundred jin of rice whose golden veins covered nearly half the grains.

Ding Huan ended his seclusion.

Three months later, Ding Huan's cultivation broke through to the tenth layer of the Divine Nurturing realm, and his first batch of immortal spirit rice was harvested.

There was no need to plant more rice—this much was enough for him to break through to the Heavenly God realm.

One year later, Ding Huan entered the ninth layer of the Divine Nurturing realm.

Planting immortal spirit rice was second nature to Ding Huan—he tidied the ridges, then set up the Spirit Gathering Divine Array.

He wanted to see if, through his own methods, he could grow top-grade immortal spirit rice into divine spirit rice.

And the two hundred jin whose eight-tenths were covered in golden veins were likely upper-grade divine spirit rice.

This harvest yielded one thousand jin of upper-grade divine spirit rice.

At that moment, the Qian Lei Shan prohibition seal, untouched for a long time, was tapped.

Ding Huan sent out his divine sense and discovered it was Officer Yuan.

Ding Huan found it strange—the last time he summoned Officer Yuan had been merely to prove his innocence in Qian Tun's death.

Logically, his connection with Officer Yuan should have ended there—what was this fellow doing here again? Was a new peak master arriving?

(End of Chapter)