[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain":3,"chapter-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-16":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Cultivation at Wulong Mountain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272921,4440,"Chapter 16: Chapter Fifteen: Three or Five Dou Extra","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>The cluster of rice stalks suddenly bent away in all directions, clearly avoiding him; he casually swept a circle and finally caught five or six stalks, feeling distinct resistance in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Accept your fate!” Liu Xiaolou muttered fiercely in his heart, then slashed upward with his right sickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of the rice ears suddenly bent down, their awls stabbing directly at Liu Xiaolou’s wrist; most were blocked by the leather, leaving several shallow scratches, but a few pierced squarely into the back of his hand. Even with his Qi Refining third-layer cultivation, he flinched in pain—though no blood appeared, it was still intensely unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!” Liu Xiaolou gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, channeling true qi into the sickle and slashing inward hard, cutting the entire cluster loose and tossing it into his basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing a grave threat, the surrounding spiritual rice collectively turned hostile, each stalk retracting backward to gather force before suddenly lashing out at Liu Xiaolou. In an instant, awls struck him across his waist and lower body; many pierced through his clothing, embedding into his skin and remaining stuck in the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Mysteries Scripture emphasized yin-yang balance and internal-external cultivation; his skin’s resilience and hardness surpassed that of cultivators at the same realm, making him immune to the awls’ piercing. But the pain was unavoidable, forcing him to pause after a few cuts to catch his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nearly half an hour of frantic work, he had harvested over a tenth of the surrounding rice ears; the stalks stripped of their ears lay lifeless and drooping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During a break, Liu Xiaolou looked up at the surrounding hills. After a moment of observation, he confirmed the overseer had left and no one else was visible on any slope. The dense forest’s segmented barriers also blocked the view of other cultivator laborers—no one was watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled up his sleeve slightly, revealing the Mysterious Incense Tendon wrapped around his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he expose his sect’s secret art so easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tendon was supple yet tough, tightly woven and fine, comparable to a magic treasure; though only about three feet long, it was more than enough to conserve his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the tendon shot out from his wrist, slithering into the rice field, looping around three or five rice ears at their base, coiling tightly to bind them. The bound ears immediately thrashed violently, stabbing fiercely toward Liu Xiaolou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the distance was too great—the awls could not reach him, rendering their efforts futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou channeled true qi into the Mysterious Incense Tendon and pulled sharply inward, uprooting the five stalks at once and flinging them onto the field ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the same method, harvesting spiritual rice became far simpler, sparing him the agony of awl stings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou crouched to one side, continuously flicking the tendon, pouring true qi into it, uprooting clusters of rice one after another. In less than an hour, he finished harvesting the entire plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being uprooted, the roots of these spiritual rice plants withered one by one; the ears lay on the ground, wriggling weakly, stripped of their former aggression—now, plucking the grains was much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritual rice yielded little; each ear contained only about ten grains, each wrapped in a thick gray husk. He gathered all the harvested ears into a pile, used true qi to summon a strong gust of wind to blow away the chaff, then scooped the clean grains into a sack from his basket. He weighed it in his hand—it was roughly forty catties; the exact amount would need official weighing to confirm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou pressed on. Before dusk, he cleared three more plots, harvesting around two hundred catties of spiritual rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ate two pieces of dried rations washed down with clear water from Shang’e Creek, sat in meditation for half an hour to restore his true qi, then arrived at the fifth plot. He stuck several torches along the field ridge and continued working by lamplight through the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Working continuously for a full day, he cleared fifteen to sixteen mu of spiritual fields, harvesting several hundred catties of spiritual rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He divided the harvest evenly into five sacks, buried one sack in a hidden spot, then shouldered the remaining four on a homemade yoke and headed toward the field estate to turn them in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the estate’s granary, lanterns and torches burned brightly; laborers lined up to deliver their harvest. When Liu Xiaolou’s turn came, he carried his yoke inside. Against the wall, stacks of bulging hemp sacks filled the space; spilled spiritual rice littered the ground. The overseer and the accountant stood before a basket, collecting and recording the harvest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou stepped forward and poured the sack’s contents into the basket. He kept pouring even after the grain reached the rim, adding even more until a small mound formed before stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the rule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overseer reached in, grabbed a handful of grain, inspected it, nodded in satisfaction, stirred it several times, found no sand or stones, then kicked the wooden basket with a swift motion. The piled grain spilled out abundantly, rolling across the ground. His kick carried considerable force, leveling the grain inside the basket precisely to the rim—as if measured by a scale—and shouted: “Fifty catties!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The granary attendant stepped forward, poured the basket’s contents into a hemp sack, and carried it to the corner to stack neatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came another basket, another kick, another fifty catties...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After six baskets, the remaining thirteen catties and a few taels were weighed using a small measuring dipper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The accountant’s abacus beads clattered furiously as he called out numbers, then declared: “Three hundred thirteen catties, six taels, six mace—round down the six mace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After writing it in the ledger, he glanced at Liu Xiaolou, confirmed the entry, and had him sign his mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaolou confirmed: the buried sack weighed less than eighty catties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full harvest period for spiritual rice lasted only nine days. Once the window passed, the ears would wither, releasing vast amounts of spiritual energy; the remaining rice would lose all spiritual efficacy, even becoming spoiled—too rotten even for ordinary consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the harvest period was extremely tense. In the final days, even the overseer, the accountant, and the Zang clan members joined the fields, frantically racing to gather the crop. The entire estate buzzed with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Liu Xiaolou used the Mysterious Incense Tendon, saving immense effort. He completed the vast majority of his task a day before the harvest deadline, leaving only one final plot: three mu and seven fen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this day, shadows began moving through the forest. Liu Xiaolou knew: these were cultivators who had finished their own plots, now lurking nearby, scouting. Some, with higher cultivation or better-suited techniques, worked faster, finished early, and used their spare time to seek opportunities on others’ fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, a figure emerged from the woods, grinning as he asked Liu Xiaolou: “Young brother, I’ll harvest your one mu for ten catties—how about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Liu Xiaolou refused outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only one day left—if you don’t finish, you’ll be ruined, hehe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my last plot. I’ll finish it. Please go elsewhere, brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head with a smile, then vanished into the dense forest.\u003C\u002Fp>",1224,"2026-06-19T23:11:25.549Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f5f862699ee1b9b8c9ac023b405323079bc49bf31399828622dad6289966fadb","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-17","notes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-chapter-15",638,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-cultivation-at-wulong-mountain-cover.jpg"]