Chapter 2

Lu Yuantu, under great joy and sorrow, had chaotic thoughts; it was not easy to calm his mood and gradually restore his reason.

After all, he was eighty-three years old; although he had passion in his heart, he would not be as impulsive as a teenager.

He carefully pondered this newly acquired divine ability and found that it actually had a healing effect, so he immediately used it on himself once.

Obtaining a Dao Seed allowed one to use a divine ability, but the effect was directly proportional to the consumed Divine Soul power.

Some divine abilities had a minimum consumption threshold, but this 【Spring Breeze Turns to Rain】 divine ability did not.

Lu Yuantu consumed nearly half of his Divine Soul power, only feeling his body as if it were recovering, radiating vitality and strength everywhere.

But the damaged foundation was not restored.

As expected.

If the foundation were so easy to restore, he wouldn't have been disheartened and returned to the countryside.

He was not disappointed; instead, he had full vitality and confidence.

With more than a hundred years of lifespan left, there was a great opportunity.

Collecting his mood and standing up, Lu Yuantu inspected the surroundings again and found that this was indeed a good place.

Clearing it out should yield twenty or thirty mu of land, which was absolutely enough for initial planting.

In addition to the seeds given by the sect, he bought some more himself, using his own savings.

Planting Spirit Rice was simple, but harvesting was difficult; it was not guaranteed that five mu of land could harvest three hundred catties a year.

First, in ordinary areas, even in places like this stream side where Spirit Qi was relatively rich, it was not enough for low-grade Spirit Rice to grow; it required consuming Spirit Stones to set up a simple Spirit-Gathering Array.

Furthermore, when Spirit Qi gathered and Spirit Rice matured, it would attract many spirit insects to harass it; pest control and guarding also consumed a lot of energy.

The purchase price of low-grade Spirit Rice was one Spirit Stone for ten catties; if only five mu were planted, calculated at three hundred catties, after deducting the handed-over portion, the annual gain was only ten Spirit Stones.

Setting up a Spirit-Gathering Array, five mu as a unit, one unit required four low-grade Spirit Stones to support a year's consumption.

Excluding labor costs and seed costs, for five mu of land, the annual gain was only six Spirit Stones.

Of course, most secular disciples wouldn't just plant five mu, but a person's energy was limited; Lu Yuantu estimated that guarding ten mu of spirit fields was his limit.

If there were more, pest control would be impossible, the gains wouldn't make up for the losses, and too much energy would be wasted.

Lu Yuantu, however, felt touched, thinking that with a divine ability in hand, there was much to be done.

Right by this small stream, he built a bamboo house, cleared ten mu of spirit fields, used eight Spirit Stones to set up a Spirit-Gathering Array, and sowed the seeds.

After ten days of busy work, he looked at this piece of land and used the 【Spring Breeze Turns to Rain】 divine ability.

In an instant, half of his Divine Soul power was drained, mobilizing the origin Qi of the universe; a gentle spring breeze blew, and fine rain fell, nourishing the ground.

Divine Soul power was very difficult to recover; ten days had passed since the last time he used this divine ability, and only now had it recovered.

Being drained of most of it again, he only felt his body hollowed out, and his head was buzzing.

However, when he sensed that the Spirit Rice had already sprouted, he immediately laughed out loud.

"Haha! It's done, I, the Daoist, have succeeded!"

Ordinary spells also had nourishing effects, but where could they have such an obvious effect?

Used once every ten days, within half a year, he could absolutely harvest a crop of Spirit Rice!

Others needed a year, but he only needed half the time; the speed of development was not just twice as fast.

Now, the only thing restricting his development was the lack of manpower to maintain the spirit fields.

Maintaining one mu of spirit fields required at least one Qi Refining cultivator; just a Fetal Breath cultivator couldn't do it.

Fetal Breath cultivators could only strengthen their own physique, similar to secular martial artists; the lowest spells also required Qi Refining to be cast.

The secret of the divine ability could not be leaked.

Others couldn't use it, and the existing descendants didn't have spirit roots, so he would just have them himself!

Lu Yuantu immediately gave orders to find women with spirit roots to be his wives and concubines, marrying five in one breath.

People of cultivation must have spirit roots to enter the Dao, but most people in the world have mixed five-element spirit roots, which restrain each other, making it difficult to guide Spirit Qi into the body.

Generally speaking, the fewer the spirit roots, the higher the aptitude for cultivation.

However, there were also those with mixed spirit roots but outstanding single spirit roots.

Such as these, as long as the spirituality test exceeded the "cultivation threshold," they could cultivate.

But, those with four spirit roots without any outstanding single spirit root, although they could cultivate, were only of the lowest spirit root grade, and basically no sect would accept such disciples.

Because it would be a loss-making business.

In this world, there were very few people who could cultivate, but under a huge population base, quite a few of these mediocre four-spirit-root people could be found.

Five people, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-seven, all with above-average looks.

Generally, those with spirit roots didn't look bad; after all, they were naturally nourished by Spirit Qi, the men handsome and the women soft and beautiful.

Compared to ordinary people, these women abandoned by the Immortal Sect had a higher chance of giving birth to children with spirit roots.

Therefore, they were also sought after by secular great clans, and many women were waiting for a price, unwilling to marry ordinary people.

Although Lu Yuantu was already over eighty years old, he was a true Qi Refining perfection high-level cultivator; although he was nothing in the Ziyao Immortal Sect, he was a existence more noble than a king in the secular world.

Being able to become his wife or concubine was a step to the sky, so many women were willing to marry; finding five people was not difficult.

On the night before the wedding, Lu Yuantu was lying on the bed when he suddenly found himself entering an empty, silver-white space.

In front of him, a square mirror was floating; it was the Divine Ability Treasure Mirror.

A line of text appeared on the mirror surface.

"Reading books, stored in the Treasure Mirror, can be passed down for a long time."

Yan Zhe had been locked in solitary confinement in the mirror for fifteen days; although he could perceive the surroundings through Lu Yuantu these days, it was ultimately somewhat limited.

Making a person from an information-explosion era isolated from the world was truly too difficult for him.

If he hadn't become an artifact spirit and his Divine Soul hadn't undergone some changes, allowing him to sleep, he estimated he would have already developed psychological problems.

Through these days of perception, Yan Zhe already had a general understanding of this world, but he still needed more knowledge.

Lu Yuantu now treated the Treasure Mirror as a life-saving straw, so he naturally complied with everything on it.

That night, he didn't rest either, taking out many books from his storage bag to flip through, all about cultivation.

Within the sect, Fetal Breath disciples and Qi Refining disciples all learned by reading books; only disciples above Foundation Establishment could use "Dharma Transmission Jade Slips" to obtain knowledge directly.

Moreover, Fetal Breath disciples could not form Divine Sense and could not use "Dharma Transmission Jade Slips."

Lu Yuantu had stayed in the sect for decades, seeking a breakthrough method without success, but he had also stored many books; not to mention covering all the hundred arts of cultivation, but at least fourteen or fifteen types had been touched upon.

He didn't take these things to learn, but to comprehend the ideas and methods within them.

Stones from other hills can serve to polish the jade of this one.

Yan Zhe found these things quite interesting; after all, he had never come into contact with true cultivation, and seeing them now, he found it very novel.

The next day, Lu Yuantu got married.

As long as a cultivator was Sown with the Dao, Yan Zhe could fully obtain the other party's perception, and the mirror could circulate among any Dao Seed host.

But since he was a gentleman, he didn't care to watch the colorful scenes of the six-person act.

After all, what positions hadn't he seen!

It was better to read books.

Waiting until the next morning, Yan Zhe pulled Lu Yuantu back into the Treasure Mirror space and gave a hint.

(End of chapter)