“Hehe, this Cold Iron Sickle is indeed a great treasure. I was right to save up and buy it back then!”
After helping another tenant farmer harvest the Gold Spirit Rice, on his way home, Mu Jiuxiao swung the Cold Iron Sickle, feeling very satisfied.
Not only could he earn payment, but he could also increase his experience, and digest another bowl of spirit rice porridge, allowing him to cultivate for an extra hour each day. It truly served multiple purposes at once.
If not for this Cold Iron Sickle, even if his farming skills were exceptional, who would be willing to hire a mortal below the Xiantian realm as a sickle-hand?
If nothing unexpected happened, when he returned today, he would successfully step into the Qi Condensation stage, which would make these days of hard work well worth it.
After returning home, he carefully closed the door, placed the Cold Iron Sickle aside, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began today’s cultivation.
An hour later, he slowly exhaled a breath of white air.
Hard Work Makes Up for Clumsiness: Congratulations, spirit root talent increased by one point. Continue cultivating, spirit root talent continues to improve…
Receiving feedback from the Dao Body, elevating his spirit root talent above the Earth Spirit Root, his spirit root talent instantly became: Metal 12, Wood 15, Water 15, Fire 16, Earth 15+5.
His earth-attribute spirit root had finally reached the minimum threshold for cultivation!
Mu Jiuxiao drank a bowl of spirit porridge and continued sitting cross-legged in cultivation. This time, he clearly felt that the Spiritual Qi in the air had become much more active. When he guided the Spiritual Qi through his meridians, it was no longer as sluggish as before.
He carefully guided the Spiritual Qi toward his Dantian. This was something he had done thousands of times before. Previously, every time before reaching the Dantian, the Spiritual Qi would dissipate. This time, he felt even more tense.
Holding his breath and focusing his mind, he devoted himself entirely to guiding the Spiritual Qi. Closer, even closer, as if encountering no obstacles at all, he finally succeeded in guiding the first wisp of Spiritual Qi into his Dantian.
Not daring to get excited, Mu Jiuxiao continued guiding this wisp of Spiritual Qi to circulate within his body until it had traveled through the three meridians described in the Everlasting Spring Technique and returned to his Dantian once more.
Seeing that wisp of Spiritual Qi in his Dantian condensed without dispersing, Mu Jiuxiao couldn’t help but break into a smile!
Qi Condensation First Layer!
He had finally stepped onto the path of a Qi Condensation cultivator. He had succeeded!
In the dim center of his Sea of Consciousness, a glimmer of spiritual light was ignited. From this day forward, he was no longer a mortal, but a genuine Cultivator!
Although a first-layer Qi Condensation cultivator had no special abilities, and a slightly skilled martial artist could kill him with a single palm strike, so what? A Cultivator was still a Cultivator!
He ran another major heavenly cycle. Unconsciously, another hour passed. Until his meridians felt slightly swollen, he knew he had reached the limit of his cultivation time for today. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping(.)com.
After breaking through and becoming a cultivator, he could cultivate for two hours every day.
In the future, he could also recover his energy during cultivation. Just like now, he had spent an hour harvesting spirit rice during the day, then cultivated continuously after returning home, yet he didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, he felt invigorated.
Taking advantage of his clear mind, he took out the prepared talisman paper and spirit ink, sat at the table, and began drawing talismans.
He had drawn this Water Cloud Talisman thousands of times before. Previously, without spiritual power, no matter what he did, it was futile. However, this time, he channeled Spiritual Qi to the tip of his brush. As the brush touched down, spiritual light flashed on the talisman paper. He completed it in one stroke, and the Water Cloud Talisman was successfully made.
Very good!
Looking at the Water Cloud Talisman he had drawn, Mu Jiuxiao was very satisfied. Seizing the momentum, he took out another piece of talisman paper and continued drawing. Soon, another Water Cloud Talisman was successfully produced.
After drawing three in a row, when he lifted the brush to draw a fourth, he felt his Dantian empty out and reluctantly stopped.
The spiritual power of the first layer of Qi Condensation was still too scarce, only enough for him to draw three Water Cloud Talismans.
However, the success rate for these three Water Cloud Talismans was one hundred percent!
Very good!
Mu Jiuxiao looked inward at himself. Hard Work Makes Up for Clumsiness quietly displayed information.
Character: Mu Jiuxiao
Identity: Tenant Farmer, Qi Condensation Cultivator
Level: Qi Condensation First Layer
Spirit Root Talent: Metal 12, Wood 15, Water 15, Fire 16, Earth 15+5
Skill: Talisman Drawing
Note: Persistently drawing talismans for three years, talisman drawing skill is now rudimentary; drawing Water Cloud Talismans for three years, success rate for Water Cloud Talismans has reached ninety-nine percent.
The Dao Body was quite intelligent. Not only could it display information to him in a way he understood, but it could also hide all other temporarily unnecessary information.
A ninety-nine percent success rate was practically no different from one hundred percent. That missing one percent was left to fate.
The Water Cloud Talisman drawing method was simple and inexpensive. One Spirit Stone could be exchanged for three of them, but because it was essential for farming, there was no worry about sales. This chapter is updated first at novelping dot com.
Little by little accumulates into much. With Mu Jiuxiao’s nearly one hundred percent success rate, he could earn one Spirit Stone a day.
Even after subtracting costs like talisman paper and spirit ink, earning half a Spirit Stone a day was more than enough for him.
Ordinary talisman masters had no comparison to such a high success rate.
He was truly happy today and deserved to celebrate!
Mu Jiuxiao decided to take the spirit rice he had earned recently to the market to exchange for a piece of retail meat to taste something fresh.
The spirit rice grown by others was inferior in quality to what he produced himself. Mu Jiuxiao originally planned to sell theirs while keeping what he grew for his own consumption.
However, taking up the Cold Iron Sickle, before he could set out for the market district, someone stopped him once again.
“Little Nine, please wait! Brother is here to ask for your help harvesting rice!”
In just three days, Mu Jiuxiao had built a solid reputation among the tenant farmers. Everyone around knew he was willing to put in hard work when helping others, and with the Cold Iron Sickle in hand, he harvested both fast and clean.
Other sickle-hands only pursued speed and ease, always leaving some spirit rice scattered in the fields. But Mu Jiuxiao wielded the Cold Iron Sickle with speed, precision, and ruthlessness; the spirit fields he harvested were left virtually free of stray grains.
The young man who blocked his path was named Ye Fan, also a Xiantian martial artist who had come from the mortal realm a few years prior. His original name was Ye Bufan, but here in Luoxia Mountain, even the most extraordinary individuals had to keep a low profile, so he had changed his name to Ye Fan as well.
Mu Jiuxiao had originally planned to rest today and skip working as a sickle-hand. However, how could he turn down someone who happened to be named Ye Fan!
In the memories of his past life, anyone named Ye Fan was bound to be extraordinary. Even though the young man before him looked completely ordinary and unremarkable, just because of that name, he felt compelled to lend a hand.
“Alright, no problem.”
Mu Jiuxiao agreed readily, which took Ye Fan somewhat by surprise.
“Let’s go, Brother Ye Fan.”
Mu Jiuxiao instead called out to Ye Fan, snapping the latter back to his senses so he could lead the way ahead.
“Brother Ye Fan, there’s only one day left. How is it that your spirit field hasn’t been touched at all?”
Arriving at Ye Fan’s spirit field, Mu Jiuxiao was greatly surprised. Before him, golden spirit rice bent the stalks heavily under their own weight, forming a dazzling expanse that hurt the eyes.
“Ah, I went hunting in the mountains recently and only just returned today. I heard your harvesting skills are exceptional, so I specifically came to invite you.”
Ye Fan said it nonchalantly, adding, “As long as you harvest over half an acre of my spirit field today, I’ll give you ten percent of the produce from this half acre!”