Chapter 1095: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 1095 Task Completed!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing silently digested this information once more in his heart, then withdrew his gaze.

What interested him most was still how he should go about planting and cultivating.

After all, back in the Tianyuan Realm, that was how he had made his start.

He couldn't possibly come to the Beidou Star Domain and forget his roots.

So Xu Zhangqing spoke up again: "Elder Zhang, I want to personally plant one mu of spirit field. Is that feasible?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zaizhi was first stunned, then a smile appeared on his face—a smile more sincere than any before: "Direct Disciple Xu is still willing to personally work the fields?"

Xu Zhangqing nodded: "My old trade, I can't abandon it."

Zhang Zaizhi nodded repeatedly, drawing a circle on the map with his hand: "With your status as a Direct Disciple of the Great Dao Venerable, you can at least be allotted one mu of Fifth-Grade Spirit Field, ten mu of Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, and one hundred mu of Third-Grade Spirit Field.

As for Second-Grade and First-Grade, those are for disciples to practice on.

Taking them would just be wasting time, so there's no need."

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing felt a surge of delight in his heart.

One mu of Fifth-Grade Spirit Field, ten mu of Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, one hundred mu of Third-Grade Spirit Field.

This configuration in the Tianyuan Realm was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Of course, compared to his Personal Space, it was far inferior.

His current Personal Space was already entirely Fourth-Grade Spirit Fields.

As for the quantity of spirit fields, there were no fewer than ten thousand mu, but seven or eight thousand mu at least.

But there was one thing he hadn't expected: he could actually see Fifth-Grade Spirit Fields here.

If Xu Zhangqing remembered correctly, spirit soil was extremely rare spirit earth.

When he was at the Dongting Immortal Sect, the entire sect combined had only a few mu of Fourth-Grade Spirit Fields, and as for Fifth-Grade, he had only seen them in ancient texts.

And here, simply by being the Great Dao Venerable's Direct Disciple, he could receive them directly into his hands.

It had to be said, indeed there was always a higher heaven beyond the heavens.

Speaking of which, Xu Zhangqing was extremely interested in the spirit plants of the Beidou Star Domain; now that he had spirit fields, with the aid of his Creation Heavenly Scripture and the methods of the Record of Creation, he could completely cultivate a large quantity of high-quality spirit plants in an extremely short time.

By then, not only could he secure his own footing, but when Frost Sister and An'an arrived, they could also have a stable foundation.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhangqing cupped his hands toward Zhang Zaizhi: "Then I'll have to trouble Elder Zhang."

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At the same time, inside a certain manor outside.

Elder Zhou stroked his chin and asked: "That person really takes tasks?"

Elder Wu said expressionlessly: "A cultivator from that broken place like the Tianyuan Realm, after great difficulty climbing onto this high branch of the Great Dao Venerable, is willing to return to simplicity?"

Lu Yan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Call a Formal Disciple over."

Elder Zhou was stunned: "What does the Judicial Commissioner mean?"

Lu Yan turned around, a hint of a meaningful smile on his face: "Since our Direct Disciple Xu wants to do things, then give him a chance.

Go find a Formal Disciple, have him take a Prayer Talisman, and then directly pray to Direct Disciple Xu himself."

Elder Wu frowned: "According to procedure, such basic tasks should first be uniformly distributed by the Spirit Plant Department; directly pointing to a certain cultivator is hardly in accordance with the rules."

"Rules are dead, people are alive."

Lu Yan said unhurriedly: "Besides, a Direct Disciple of the Great Dao Venerable—can he not even accept a measly Prayer Talisman?"

Also, have that Formal Disciple write clearly on the talisman head.

The object of prayer: Qinghua Department's Epoch Creation Sovereign.

I want to see whether he accepts it or not."

Upon hearing this, the people beside him showed thoughtful expressions.

Inside the main hall, Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Zaizhi had just finished confirming the division of his spirit fields, when his Proximity Mirror suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, a golden light lit up from the mirror surface.

The light condensed into a spirit talisman phantom, floating above the Proximity Mirror.

On the talisman head, a line of words was conspicuously written.

Prayer: Qinghua Department's Epoch Creation Sovereign.

Talisman body content: Yi District Seventeenth Number Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, requires spirit rice seeds, time limit today.

The talisman foot bore the Faith Seal of the spirit farmer, and the Faith Points transfer was clear.

Zhang Zaizhi glanced at it, his brow furrowing: "Direct Disciple Xu, this is not in accordance with the rules."

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing made an "oh" sound.

Zhang Zaizhi transmitted his voice to explain: "Ordinary spirit talisman prayers have the Spirit Plant Department or the Wind and Thunder Department written on the talisman head, and almost never name a specific cultivator for prayer.

Unless this task itself is aimed at that person."

Xu Zhangqing looked at the prayer talisman on the Proximity Mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up.

Just as he said he wanted to do things, the task arrived.

And it was precisely delivered, naming him specifically.

Under heaven, how could there be such a coincidence?

He was certain this was Lu Yan's doing!

That Lord Si Zheng had said just now that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, then turned around and tossed over a Qi Talisman, wanting to see whether he truly wanted to do it or was just talking.

Xu Zhangqing did not hesitate, lightly tapping the Conch Mirror: "Received."

Zhang Zaizhi, seeing this, was momentarily at a loss for words.

Xu Zhangqing sent a voice transmission: "I just said I wanted to do something, then turned around and refused the task—wouldn't that be slapping my own face?"

He looked at the requirements on the Qi Talisman.

Yi District Seventeenth Number Fourth-Grade Spirit Field, requires spirit rice seeds in some quantity.

That simple.

For other cultivators, providing seeds meant requisitioning from the warehouse, going through procedures, filling out talismans, and stamping seals—a whole process taking at least half an hour.

But for Xu Zhangqing, it was not needed at all.

He flipped his right hand, palm facing up.

The power of the Fourth Level of Transforming Objects of the Creation Heavenly Scripture within his body quietly activated at that moment.

In the space of a palm, the air twisted slightly, and then round, plump spirit rice seeds condensed out of thin air one by one.

Not condensing one by one, but like a surging spring, splashing out from his palm with a hualalala sound.

Every seed was uniform in size, with smooth skin and vibrant life force almost overflowing.

Zhang Zaizhi watched from the side with twitching eyelids: "This..."

He had lived over eight hundred years—what heaven-defying techniques had he not seen?

But without seedbeds, without mother seeds, without any medium, directly pulling spirit rice seeds out of the void—this kind of skill he had truly never seen.

Xu Zhangqing swept the seeds with the Conch Mirror, and the task status immediately became "Completed."

Then, those seeds turned into a golden light, traveling through the Conch Mirror's channel and being transmitted directly out.

On the left side, Lu Yan and two Elders were tasting tea.

Elder Zhou held a teacup in his hand, preparing to take a sip.

Beside them stood a Formal Disciple respectfully.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up on the mirror surface in that Disciple's hand.

Immediately after, a pile of spirit rice seeds surged out.

Seeing this, Elder Zhou almost couldn't hold his teacup steady: "So fast?"

Elder Wu's stern expression, unchanged for ten thousand years, also changed at that moment.

Lu Yan stared fixedly at those seeds, his pupils slightly dilating.

Every seed could be called perfect.

Plump grains, abundant vitality, all grades meeting the requirements.

And less than twenty breaths had passed since they sent out the talisman prayer!