Chapter 754: Spirit Rice Matured [Requesting Monthly Votes]

"Qin Ming's intelligence is remarkably precise—he even uncovered where this fellow hid his clan members."

"Could he possibly possess a divine divination ability like Tianjizi, predicting events with such uncanny accuracy?"

After happily retrieving the demonic core, the Cold Crow Immortal turned to Qin Ming and asked.

Gu Shan the Demon Saint and Yue Lingyan also turned toward him, eager to know the reason.

Because this level of accuracy keeps recurring, it cannot be explained by mere coincidence.

"I do have informants within the demonic sects, and they hold positions of considerable influence," Qin Ming replied coolly. "But it's not yet convenient to reveal their identities to you all."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

Their expressions immediately brightened with renewed enthusiasm—with Qin Ming’s intelligence, this war was now guaranteed victory.

Yue Lingyan and Gu Shan the Demon Saint divided the remaining storage bags and corpses among themselves, then led the group away from the site.

Meanwhile.

Within the sect of Shendao Mountain, several Nascent Soul demonic elders simultaneously sensed an odd unease, as if guided by some unseen force.

In the grand hall, the soul lamp bearing the spiritual aura of the Black Wind Demon Saint had abruptly gone dark.

"That Black Wind Vulture has perished? How is this possible?!"

Though he deeply disliked the brute, Wan Gu the Immortal couldn’t help but display an expression of disbelief, given their alliance.

He could joke and quarrel all he wanted, but if they truly fought, this Nascent Soul beginner would be no match for the Black Wind Demon Saint.

After all, the opponent’s mid-stage fourth-rank realm was undeniable—even a late-stage Nascent Soul could barely hold their own.

Wan Gu merely dared to argue with the Black Wind Demon Saint publicly because he relied on the sheer numbers of the demonic faction.

But now.

With the Black Wind Demon Saint having departed only moments ago, the demonic cultivators present wore grim expressions; some had already begun to panic.

For they did not know who would be the next to fall victim to treachery.

A strange, heavy silence settled over the grand hall.

…

On the other side, Wei Yuan City.

The massive head of the Black Wind Demon Saint hung suspended above the city gate.

With the Liefeng Vultures eradicated and their leader slain in a coordinated assault, morale among both human and demonic races soared.

Yue Lingyan’s gloom lifted completely with the death of this brute.

Meanwhile.

The Star Palace of the Eastern Sea and the Ice Divine Palace of the Northern Cold Realm had successively discovered several more major void passages, flooding the frontlines with elite troops and generals, while victory reports poured in.

The demonic forces of Xuehuan Realm also suffered heavy losses under the human alliance’s large-scale offensive.

In the years that followed.

The combined human and demonic armies launched another counteroffensive against Dali’s demonic sects and Shendao Mountain.

With Qin Ming’s critical intelligence, every move of the demonic sects was now known.

After several major battles, the human and demonic forces finally seized Shendao Mountain outright, successfully occupying the Five Elements Mountain Range.

Only Wan Gu the Immortal, alongside Xuan Yin the Old Devil, fled in disgrace and took refuge within the Dali Yinmo Sect.

Even the two Nascent Soul demonic lords of the Blood Refining Sect were ambushed—one killed, one wounded; only the mid-stage Nascent Soul lord barely escaped, delivering a crushing blow to the demonic sects.

The Yinmo Sect’s casualties mounted with every battle, nearly wiping out their mid-tier cultivators; Xuan Yin the Old Devil was both terrified and heartbroken.

After this campaign, the demonic sects were severely weakened.

The orthodox and demonic paths entered a new period of recuperation.

Qin Ming returned to Wangyue Island with Shitian Mouse.

After returning, he gave instructions to Mo Lingwei, Hua Tianxiong, and the others.

Then he entered another period of seclusion for cultivation.

Within the Small Spirit Realm.

Qin Ming dumped all the blood pearls he had collected over the years into his life-plant, the Everlasting Immortal Vine.

Even the blood pearl of the mid-stage fourth-rank Liefeng Vulture was fed to the life-plant.

He spared no expense.

As the black vines writhed through the air, they instantly devoured all the blood pearls. Then, the branches erupted into wild, sky-blocking growth.

The dozens of silver lotuses fully matured, bearing silver fruits the size of thumbs.

In Qin Ming’s vision, the golden terms shifted.

【Name】: Everlasting Immortal Vine 【Term】: Nascent Soul magic power ×5 (maturity 100%, harvestable) 【Name】: Everlasting Immortal Vine 【Term】: Time Flies ×5 (maturity 100%, harvestable) 【Name】: Everlasting Immortal Vine 【Term】: Abundant Lifespan ×5 (maturity 100%, harvestable). Qin Ming’s expression brightened instantly as he harvested all the silver fruits.

Instantly.

Three golden terms—two purple, one blue—appeared clearly in Qin Ming’s spiritual sea.

"It wasn’t easy! The Everlasting Immortal Vine’s fruit took decades to mature, and I fed it countless Nascent Soul blood pearls."

Qin Ming picked up one silver fruit, noticing its surface covered in the same patterns as the black vines.

He gently cracked it open—the tiny seeds inside were still those of the Thorn Spell, but now they had all turned silver.

"The Thorn Spell cast with silver seeds must be far stronger—could it possibly restrict Nascent Soul cultivators?"

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"If so, even Nascent Soul elders will be caught off guard. I’ll find a suitable test subject when the chance arises."

Qin Ming’s face lit up with satisfaction as he stored away the silver fruits.

Afterwards.

He walked toward the field where the Blood Dragon Green Rice was planted.

When Qin Ming arrived, he saw Shitian Mouse, now in the form of a plump white boy, already sprawled beside the rice, drooling profusely as he watched.

Upon seeing Qin Ming, it jumped up with a beaming smile. "Bountiful harvest, Master! The Blood Dragon Spirit Rice must be ripe, right?"

Qin Ming glanced at it and said, "Don’t worry—I’ve noted every feat you’ve accomplished on the battlefield. You’ll get your share of the spirit rice."

Shitian Mouse’s heart soared with joy.

Qin Ming looked at the dozen or so Blood Dragon Green Rice plants—they had grown over three meters tall, each stalk heavy with crimson-green grains radiating astonishing spiritual energy.

Within the grains, faint dragon-shaped spiritual essences coalesced—the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon.

A thin, unique violet mist hovered above the dozens of plants; each grain was plump and perfect, clearly reaching the supreme grade.

"No wonder this is a mid-grade fourth-rank spirit rice—I didn’t waste the fourth-rank dragon blood I used to irrigate it."

"Should yield about ten or so jin."

"If sold on the market, they’d be priced by grain."

Qin Ming roughly estimated the yield of the dozen plants—it exceeded his expectations.

He then turned to the two Blood Dragon Green Rice plants bearing terms: 【Name】: Blood Dragon Green Rice 【Term】: Nascent Soul magic power ×5 (maturity 100%, harvestable) 【Name】: Blood Dragon Green Rice 【Term】: Time Flies ×5 (maturity 100%, harvestable). He waved his hand, harvesting the thriving stalks; two purple terms immediately appeared in his spiritual sea.

The instant Qin Ming harvested the rice, the tall stalks of the dozen plants instantly withered, then burst into flames, turning to ash that sank into the Qingkong Spirit Soil, becoming nourishment.

Qin Ming paused to consider, then immediately took out dozens of freshly harvested Blood Dragon Green Rice grains and replanted them.

He then poured a vial of fourth-rank dragon blood over them.

Having finished.

Qin Ming returned to his cave to cultivate.

He took out a small bowl of Blood Dragon Green Rice and handed it to Shitian Mouse.

"Go cook this spirit rice with the Earth Heart Spirit Spring."

Shitian Mouse’s eyes gleamed; he took the bowl and hurried off to cook.

Soon, the sound of clattering pots came from the kitchen, followed by an irresistible, exotic aroma of spirit rice.

Shitian Mouse emerged carrying a large pot of blood-green rice, its surface swirling with violet mist, his expression thrilled.

"Master, this legendary fourth-rank spirit rice is truly miraculous—just a small bowl turned into a full pot!"

Qin Ming nodded and scooped out two full bowls for Shitian Mouse—he had promised a reward.

Shitian Mouse joyfully clutched the massive bowls and went off to enjoy his meal.

Qin Ming then picked up a few grains of Blood Dragon Green Rice and placed them in his mouth.

BOOM! Instantly.

A rich aroma exploded in his mouth, pure spiritual energy surging through his meridians.

Qin Ming immediately activated the Green Emperor Scripture and began to cultivate.

(End of Chapter)