Chapter 38: High-Level Spirit Rain Art!

On the magic vessel of Lingyu Sect.

Elder Gu’s expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Hmph!”

A massive pressure surged forth.

The crowd of resentful spirit farmers below instantly fell silent.

They dared not speak out, only seethe inwardly.

“You like to make noise, do you?”

“If anyone refuses to accept the increased tax, step forward now.”

“The war camp is currently short on manpower.”

Elder Gu scanned the crowd.

Seeing no one dare to step forward.

He then ordered the vessel to depart.

…

Early April.

The spring breeze was pleasant, the air already carrying a hint of warmth.

In the spirit fields.

Qin Ming practiced the High-Level Spirit Rain Art with full concentration.

He carefully recalled the sensation he had felt when using the term.

He repeated the practice over and over.

Finally!

Above the mid-slope spirit field, a vast gray thundercloud appeared.

The thundercloud spun in a vortex, rotating around its center, lightning and thunder crackling within.

Qin Ming’s face turned pale, half his magic power instantly drained.

Had his Evergreen Technique’s magic power not rivaled that of a Qi Refining fourth-layer cultivator, far surpassing his peers,

he would have been unable to sustain such a vast thundercloud.

This time, Qin Ming did not deliberately restrict the rainfall’s scope.

He enveloped the entire eight mu of spirit field within it.

Boom!

As a thunderclap echoed,

the spiritual energy from the spirit vein was drawn upward like a curtain into the clouds.

The spiritual energy in the surrounding air was instantly sucked dry.

Pitter-patter! The spirit rain began to fall.

At this moment,

the commotion in Qin Ming’s spirit field could not be hidden.

Nearby spirit farmers turned curious gazes toward his field.

“Why is it thundering?”

“The spiritual concentration of this rainfall…”

“Could it be… the High-Level Spirit Rain Art?”

Finally, a discerning spirit farmer spoke the truth: “Who is casting the High-Level Spirit Rain Art?”

The spirit farmers realized, their hearts filled with shock.

They had not seen the High-Level Spirit Rain Art in many years.

Even within Lingyu Sect, only a few Gao Jie spirit cultivators could perform it.

Shhh! A streak of light appeared in the sky near Qin Ming’s field.

It was Du Haifu, the field overseer.

He stared in disbelief at the massive thundercloud above, muttering: “I must report this to the sect—there’s a spirit farmer who can cast the High-Level Spirit Rain Art.”

"Friend Qin Dao…"

…

As the spirit rain continued to fall,

the Jin Ling rice, Shouya rice, Han Yan grass, and Ling Zhu fruit in the field began frantically absorbing the spiritual energy brought by the rain.

The terms across the eight mu of spirit field shimmered brightly.

【Name】: Jin Ling Rice 【Term】: Weak Magic Power (Maturity 67%)

【Name】: Jin Ling Rice 【Term】: Weak Magic Power (Maturity 66%)

【Name】: Shouya Rice 【Term】: Weak Blood Qi x5 (Maturity 17%)

【Name】: Shouya Rice 【Term】: Ripen x5 (Maturity 19%)

【Name】: Han Yan Grass 【Term】: Weak Soul Power x5 (Maturity 26%)

【Name】: Han Yan Grass 【Term】: Ripen x5 (Maturity 23%)

【Name】: Ling Zhu Fruit 【Term】: Regenerate Spirit Seed x3 (Maturity 27%)

The spirit rain lasted for a full incense stick before ceasing.

Qin Ming’s magic power was completely drained.

His face pale, he took out a Soul-Returning Pill and swallowed it, then sat down to recover.

Gradually,

a flush of color returned to Qin Ming’s face.

“Good lad!”

“Qin Ming, it really is you!”

Cai Laojiu bustled over to him.

“The High-Level Spirit Rain Art!”

“H-how did you even learn it?”

Qin Ming, having recovered his magic power, stood and smiled awkwardly: “I just happened to pull it off. It was all coincidence.”

Cai Laojiu pouted, enviously: “Why do you talk so slick?”

“You could fry an egg with that line!”

Qin Ming looked at him and smiled knowingly: “Didn’t I learn it from you?”

“I was being subtle,”

Cai Laojiu grumbled.

…

The mastery of the High-Level Spirit Rain Art

also meant Qin Ming could now harvest double the spirit rice yield.

For crops below second-rank spirit plants, many areas required the High-Level Spirit Rain Art for irrigation.

Spirit farmers on the slope came over one by one to greet and flatter Qin Ming.

Yet,

Qin Ming himself felt it:

Though he could cast the High-Level Spirit Rain Art, he couldn’t sustain it long. “I still need to raise my magic power cultivation.”

“I need to buy a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pills from Su Yuqing!”

Qin Ming still had over seventeen hundred spirit stones—he should spend some now.

After finishing his work,

Qin Ming hurried straight to Su Yuqing’s dwelling.

Knock knock knock! Qin Ming knocked on the door.

After a moment,

Su Yuqing opened the door and invited him in.

Without preamble, Qin Ming stated his purpose plainly.

“Spirit Gathering Pills? Sure.”

"But Friend Qin Dao, business is business—I won’t give you any special discount. You pay the market price."

Su Yuqing smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine.”

“How many spirit stones per bottle?”

“The price has risen to three hundred fifty spirit stones per bottle.”

“Each bottle contains five pills.”

Qin Ming gritted his teeth: “Give me two bottles.”

“No problem!” Su Yuqing immediately pulled two exquisite jade bottles from his storage pouch and handed them to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming swiftly counted out seven hundred spirit stones and handed them over.

The transaction was complete.

"Then I'll take my leave," Qin Ming said, bowing his hands.

Su Yuqing replied politely, "Won't you stay for a couple of drinks?"

"No, I have some matters to attend to back home."

Seeing this, Su Yuqing did not press him, seeing him out the door.

He returned to his own room.

Qin Ming sat on a straw-woven cushion on the bed.

He took out two vials of Spirit-Condensing Pills, uncorked them, and a strange medicinal fragrance wafted out.

He casually poured out one pill—its pale green surface was faintly wrapped in a layer of pill aura! "Premium Spirit-Condensing Pill!"

This time, it was Qin Ming’s turn to be startled.

'Could Su Yuqing possibly be...'

Qin Ming shook his head; he owed the man another favor.

If that was the case, he would gladly accept the Premium Spirit-Condensing Pills!

He was not a man of pretense.

He could always repay him later when the chance arose.

Then,

Qin Ming stopped his idle thoughts and cleared his mind.

He swallowed the Premium Spirit-Condensing Pill in his hand.

He began to cultivate.

The medicinal power of the Premium Spirit-Condensing Pill was twice that of an ordinary one.

And far easier to absorb.

The pill entered his belly.

Instantly, it transformed into dense medicinal energy.

Qin Ming activated the "Eternal Spring Art," guiding his magic power along its prescribed path, circulating endlessly.

He felt the vast medicinal energy filling every limb and vein.

As time passed,

The magic power within his dantian began to grow steadily.

More than two hours passed.

Only then did Qin Ming fully digest the pill’s energy.

He could clearly feel it.

This single Premium Spirit-Condensing Pill, refined by Su Yuqing’s own hands, equaled years of his hard cultivation.

Truly worth every bit! Qin Ming seized the moment and swallowed the second Premium Spirit-Condensing Pill.

He resumed his meditation, eyes closed.

He faintly sensed that breaking through to Qi Refining Mid-Stage was near!

(End of Chapter)