Chapter 1 Random Gain Multiplier: 3
Yuheng Realm, Earth God Sect.
Han Yuan, who had just completed the task of an outer disciple, dragged his tired body back to the mountain courtyard in the remote corner of Gumu Peak.
The courtyard was not big, and a puppy ran over happily, wagging its tail, and circled around Han Yuan's feet.
Han Yuan patted its head and smiled: "Wangcai, how is the spiritual field?"
"Woof! Woof!"
The puppy raised its head and ran to the two acres of spiritual field in front of the yard. Its paws pressed on a small mouse-like animal and kept wagging its tail.
Han Yuan rarely smiled. Wangcai had a trace of the blood of the spiritual beast Flame Dog in his body, and had good spirituality. Although it was difficult to grow into a spiritual beast of the first level of Qi Refining, it was a good helper for guarding the house. He spent a whole spiritual stone to exchange it from the outer peak of the Spiritual Beast Peak.
"Wangcai, look carefully, don't blink!"
Han Yuan shouted at Wangcai.
Wangcai's fiery red eyes flashed with joy, and he jumped to the edge of the spiritual field and waited expectantly.
Han Yuan stood by the spiritual field, brewing his emotions, then pinched his fingers, combined with the runes that had long been condensed in the dantian, and whispered: "Spirit Rain Technique!"
In the dantian, only one-fifth of the spiritual power left was released, stimulating the runes of the spiritual rain technique in the dantian, and then above the spiritual field, countless water vapors carried a trace of spiritual energy, forming a water cloud covering two acres of spiritual fields.
"Fall!"
On the spiritual field, a trace of rain fell, mixed with spiritual energy and merged into the rice in the field, nourishing every yellow-grade lower-grade spiritual rice blood spirit rice.
Wangcai, who was standing on the edge, was around the edge of the spiritual field, happily chasing the extra spiritual rain and absorbing the insignificant spiritual energy.
The blood spirit rice in the spiritual field has already hung rice ears, and the time for harvest is not far away.
Han Yuan's face was slightly pale, which was a sign of exhaustion of spiritual power. After completing the task, most of his spiritual power was consumed, but he had no choice. The blood spirit rice had to be treated with the Spirit Rain Technique once in the morning and evening, and the evening session had to be completed before sunset, otherwise the harvest of blood spirit rice would be bad.
"The harvest will be in two days. By then, two acres of spiritual fields can harvest 1,000 kilograms of blood spirit rice. After deducting 70% of the surrender, there will be about 300 kilograms left, which can be exchanged for 150 low-grade spiritual stones!"
Han Yuan was already very satisfied. 150 low-grade spiritual stones were equivalent to his harvest from the outer sect mission for a year and a half. This was a huge sum of money.
It seemed that he could buy a bottle of Gathering Spirit Pill to use.
He had been a disciple for two years and was still in the second level of Qi training. The money he had saved before was invested in buying the Spirit Rain Technique. In addition, he also spent a lot of money to buy a simple shielding formation to cover the spiritual fluctuations of the spiritual field and the smell of spiritual rice to prevent large wild beasts from following the smell, so he had no money to buy pills.
As for the distribution of pills by the sect? That was the treatment of the formal inner disciples, and only elites above the seventh level of Qi training could enjoy it.
"Wangcai, continue to take care of the spiritual field, I'm going to practice!"
"Woof! Woof!" Wangcai agreed very straightforwardly.
Han Yuan turned back to the small courtyard, sat cross-legged, absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and circulated the Zhou Tian. He was reluctant to use even the spiritual stones, and spent all the accumulated spiritual stones on the blade.
This is also the old tradition of the flower-growing family to be frugal.
That's right.
Han Yuan is a serious time traveler. At first, he was very excited and looked for the golden finger on his body, the system father, the old grandfather, etc., but he didn't get any at all.
Then he thought he was a genius in cultivating immortals, and he would kill gods and Buddhas, but when the spiritual roots were tested, he found that his qualifications were average, only the middle-grade five-element spiritual roots, the lowest middle-grade spiritual roots. Although the spiritual roots were better than most of the lower-grade spiritual roots, they were not much better.
Fortunately, the middle-grade spiritual root still has its benefits. He became an outer disciple of the Earth God Sect directly, instead of a worse errand disciple.
After entering the sect and understanding the situation of the immortal cultivation world, he made a reasonable plan. He did not consume all the spiritual stones he got, but accumulated them slowly. He first spent 100 spiritual stones to exchange for the Spirit Rain Technique, practiced hard, and then used 50 spiritual stones to buy the Shielding Formation and began to grow blood spirit rice!
Perhaps it was the farming gene of the flower-growing family that played a role. In the first year, he actually grew blood spirit rice, which shocked many people.
But it also attracted prying eyes.
Thinking of this, Han Yuan frowned slightly: "It's still safe in the sect. They can't risk violating the sect's laws and snatch my blood spirit rice and spiritual stones, but they can't be ignored, and there is a high probability that they will come to exclude me or force me to stand in line..."
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. There are many mountaintops among the outer disciples, and the relationship is complicated. Many of the people who came in with Han Yuan have already formed or joined some small groups.
Most of these people have no habit of accumulating spirit stones. They use them as soon as they get them. They have already reached most of the second level of Qi training. Some of the best have already broken through the third level of Qi training and are not far from the fourth level.
But because of this, they are very short of spirit stones. They cannot reach the fourth level of Qi training and cannot complete many high-yield tasks. They often fall into spirit stone anxiety. Once they hear that Han Yuan's spirit field has a big harvest, they will definitely focus on Han Yuan who planted blood spirit rice.
"After I harvest the blood spirit rice, I will have spirit stones and elixirs for cultivation. I will catch up with the progress I have fallen behind soon!"
Han Yuan is very confident. Cultivation talent is indeed important, but in the world of cultivation, cultivation resources are also very important. Whether there are spirit stones and elixirs for cultivation is completely different.
The ordinary days of Gumu Peak go on as usual.
Fourteen days later, Han Yuan asked for a leave in advance and came to the spiritual field early in the morning. Looking at the blood-red color in the spiritual field and smelling the rich rice fragrance between his nostrils, he showed a smile from the heart.
He did not rush to harvest, but waited. When the orange-red sun rose, a creaking sound came from far away.
Han Yuan looked immediately.
I saw a young man driving a wind-chasing horse grain cart slowly approaching.
Han Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Han Yuan meets senior brother, may I know your name?"
"Haha, junior brother, don't be polite, my name is Di Qing, tut tut, junior brother Han is bold, it's the first time I see an outer disciple who started to grow blood spirit rice two years after entering the sect."
The young man took a look at the blood-red spiritual rice on the spiritual field not far away, and said half politely and half sighing.
Han Yuan smiled bitterly: "Junior brother, I know that I am dull, so I can only study the hard work of planting, hoping to have a little guarantee in the future."
Di Qing touched his chin, sensed Han Yuan's cultivation, looked at Han Yuan's clothes, and nodded thoughtfully.
He coughed and said: "Let's get down to business. The sect will take 70% of the blood spirit rice, you know?"
"Junior brother knows!" Han Yuan nodded immediately.
"Well, in addition, will you exchange your 30% directly to the sect or use it yourself? If you exchange it to the sect, the sect will buy it back at the price of two kilograms per spirit stone. This price is absolutely fair. If you exchange it at other places, it is estimated that it will be lower than this price."
Han Yuan had already calculated it, and nodded: "I am willing to sell it to the sect!"
"Okay, I will start collecting it!"
Di Qing came to the edge of the spirit field and took out a green long sword.
Han Yuan stared at it without blinking.
Di Qing held a long sword and shouted softly: "Light and Spiritual Sword Technique!"
The green long sword immediately glowed with spiritual light.
In Han Yuan's amazed eyes, a sword light stretched out from the green long sword for three feet, and then Di Qing stepped into the spiritual field and cut from beginning to end.
The rice ears fell down one by one, with a clean and sharp technique and fast speed. In just a short moment, Di Qing harvested the two acres of spiritual field.
Then Di Qing performed a "controlling object technique" again, and all the rice ears fell into the grain cart, and soon the grain cart was filled with more than half.
This efficiency is too fast.
Di Qing returned to Han Yuan again, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath. He glanced at the grain cart, and then said: "A total of 1,080 kilograms, 30% is 324 kilograms, a total of 162 spiritual stones, is it okay?"
"No problem!" Han Yuan affirmed.
"Yes!"
Di Qing wiped the bag on his waist, and a small pile of spiritual stones appeared in front of Han Yuan.
"A total of 162 pieces, please confirm!" Di Qing said.
Han Yuan scanned with his spiritual sense and confirmed: "No problem!"
Di Qing smiled lightly, then jumped into the car and said: "In this case, I'll take my leave!"
Han Yuan was startled and hurriedly said: "Brother, why don't you go into the house and have some tea."
"No need, I have to complete the sect mission as soon as possible."
Di Qing shook the reins, and the wind-chasing horse naturally began to turn.
"Junior brother, send you off!"
"Well, Junior Brother Han, see you again if we are lucky!" Di Qing chuckled and drove the grain cart away quickly.
Han Yuan frowned slightly, and felt that Di Qing had something to say, but his heart was filled with spiritual stones and he could no longer care about anything else.
He carefully took out a palm-sized storage bag and put away all the spiritual stones. He spent 10 spiritual stones to buy this storage bag. The capacity inside was very small, only about half a cubic meter, but it was more than enough to put down the spiritual stones.
"It's time to buy pills!"
Han Yuan was in high spirits and hurried to the exchange house.
Soon after, he brought back a bottle of Gathering Spirit Pills. One Gathering Spirit Pill cost 10 low-grade spirit stones, and a bottle of twelve pills only cost 108 low-grade spirit stones!
Speaking of which, small groups also have advantages. If you buy in groups like this, it will be cheaper.
Back in the courtyard, Han Yuan sat cross-legged and began to swallow the Gathering Spirit Pill for the first time.
The pill was swallowed into his stomach, and before Han Yuan could feel the refreshing feeling of the pill.
A line of text suddenly flashed in front of him.
[Random gain multiplier: 3]
[Gathering Spirit Pill efficacy * 300%]
[Gathering Spirit Pill toxicity -30%]
"Hmm?"
Han Yuan was startled. Before he could react, the Gathering Spirit Pill that entered his stomach had already produced a large amount of medicinal power, which exceeded his expectations!
He quickly concentrated and started practicing the technique.
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