Tie Zhu said with a beaming smile, “Fellow Daoist Jiang—no, I should call you Senior Brother Jiang from now on.”

“You’re too kind.” Jiang Chen waved his hand with a polite smile.

Tie Zhu said earnestly, “Senior Brother Jiang, you must look out for me more in the future.”

“Of course, of course.” Jiang Chen’s attitude was somewhat perfunctory.

Seeing this, Tie Zhu’s eyes darted around wildly.

He thought it over in his mind, and finally, his expression hardened with resolve.

He suddenly pulled out the talisman contract they had both signed from his sleeve.

Without any hesitation, he tore it forcefully in half right in front of them.

The talisman contract instantly split into two.

The glowing light that appeared immediately dimmed.

This meant the contract between the two parties was completely void.

Tie Zhu said with a pained expression, “If it weren’t for you, Senior Brother Jiang, I wouldn’t have been able to promote myself in front of so many people today. In that case, what’s a mere contract for a hundred jin of Spirit Rice worth?”

“Senior Brother Jiang, seeing how sincere I am, could I buy Spirit Rice from you in the future?” Tie Zhu blinked his eyes hopefully.

That Lin An had sought help from him and another female disciple with a water spiritual root. They had toiled hard for three months, and the result was only one thousand one hundred jin.

But this Jiang Chen before him?

Although he had also failed twice and only succeeded on the third try, it was said he didn’t ask anyone to cast the [Minor Rain Spell]. He even did the soil loosening himself.

What did this indicate?

It indicated that Jiang Chen’s success on the third try relied entirely on himself.

It further indicated that his talent in planting was stronger than Lin An’s.

Analyzing from a potential standpoint, he had immense investment value.

“Alright.” Seeing the other party’s sincere attitude, Jiang Chen did not refuse.

“Then I won’t disturb you any further. Goodbye.” Tie Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Jiang Chen followed to see him out the door.

After the other had walked far away, he did not return to his room but instead walked in another direction.

Not long after, he arrived once more at Chen Bo’s door.

A knocking sound rang out.

“Who is it?” Chen Bo’s voice came from inside the room.

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly. “Senior Brother Chen, it’s me!”

“What brings you here?” The door opened, and Chen Bo looked somewhat surprised to see who it was.

“I came specifically to thank you for your help this time,” Jiang Chen said sincerely.

“Don’t misunderstand. I just couldn’t stand that guy.” Chen Bo curled his lip dismissively.

“Regardless, you’ve helped me twice now. In the future, if there’s anything this Junior Brother can do for you, I will certainly not refuse,” Jiang Chen expressed with genuine sincerity.

The first time, the other party had informed him there was a problem with the Spirit Farm. Because of that, he ended up cooperating with Tie Zhu.

The second time, if not for this Senior Brother’s veiled assistance, that Wang Hu would probably have been endless trouble.

“Still calling yourself Junior Brother?” Upon hearing this, Chen Bo reminded him meaningfully, “You are now a formal disciple as well. You can call me Fellow Daoist.”

“No, no. You became a formal disciple earlier than I did. Of course I should call you Senior Brother.” Jiang Chen hurriedly waved his hands.

“Since you call me Senior Brother, let me give you a piece of advice.” Seeing this, Chen Bo narrowed his eyes.

“Please speak.” Jiang Chen pricked up his ears to listen.

Chen Bo said in a low voice, “Don’t pursue it.”

Chen Bo continued, “Formal disciples exploiting Outer Peak disciples is behavior tacitly allowed by the Immortal Sect. Even if you are dissatisfied with someone, you can only endure it, hold it in, and guard against it.”

“This Junior Brother understands.” Jiang Chen understood instantly.

“It’s best that you do. Tomorrow you’ll be going elsewhere. Rest early.” After saying this, Chen Bo closed the door.

“Senior Brother should rest early too.” Jiang Chen looked at the closed wooden door before him, his expression thoughtful.

Chen Bo’s words were clearly a warning to him.

Wang Hu dared to exploit. That meant other formal disciples dared too.

Since everyone dared, it was obviously being condoned by those above.

This also meant that behind Wang Hu or others, there were certainly backers.

Once he retaliated against Wang Hu, it would mean offending a whole string of people. Even including the lofty “Immortal Elders.”

With his current strength, that was no different from seeking death.

Although Chen Bo meant well, he absolutely wouldn’t have imagined one thing: Jiang Chen lacked many things, but his lifespan was longer than anyone else’s.

Others couldn’t afford to wait. He could.

Time passed into late night.

In the dim room, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the wooden plank bed.

Thinking that tomorrow he would become a formal disciple, he couldn’t help but grin.

But he quickly calmed down.

Then he focused his attention on the attribute panel.

(Effect Three: Can predict and diagnose spiritual plant growth problems)

[Consume 4602 days of lifespan to raise Evergreen Art from layer three to layer four?]

Instantly, a vast amount of experience and techniques related to the [Evergreen Art] surged forth.

[Successfully consumed 4602 days of lifespan to raise Evergreen Art to layer four] (Effect Three: Can perceive detailed status of spiritual plants within ten zhang)

[Consume 7072 days of lifespan to raise Evergreen Art from layer four to layer five?]

In an instant, countless pieces of experience and techniques related to the [Evergreen Art] surged forth again.

[Successfully consumed 7072 days of lifespan to raise Evergreen Art to layer five] (Effect Three: Can perceive detailed status of spiritual plants within ten zhang) (Effect Four: Can predict optimal harvest timing for spiritual plants)

“The fifth layer of Evergreen Art is terrifyingly powerful.” Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

Even a low-tier technique could bring such effects.

What about high-tier ones? Earth-tier and Heaven-tier?

Even Grandmaster Immortal-tier!

The next day.

Before dawn broke, Jiang Chen had already prepared breakfast.

It was still ordinary rice porridge and pickled vegetables.

“This is the last time I’ll drink you. I’ll miss this.” Jiang Chen sipped carefully along the edge of the bowl, seeming quite content.

“Jiang Chen!”

Not long after, someone’s calling voice came from outside.

Jiang Chen hurriedly packed up his things and then jogged out.

At a glance, he saw Lin An, Zhao Ying, and Zhao Ziyao, who had passed the assessment.

Even Luo Tie and Chen Bo had arrived.

Chen Bo said flatly, “Fellow Daoist Luo, I’m handing them all over to you.”

Chen Bo shot a warning glance at Jiang Chen before turning and leaving.

At this moment, Luo Tie pulled out several small storage pouches from his sleeve and said, “You should be familiar with these.”

“Of course.” Jiang Chen and the others nodded one after another.

Every time they received spirit seedlings, they would come into contact with these small storage pouches. Having such a thing was very convenient; they couldn’t express how much they wanted one inside their hearts.

“They’re yours from now on.” Luo Tie tossed them over one by one.

Jiang Chen caught his pouch, pulled it open, and used spiritual power to sense its contents.

He was surprised to discover that inside there wasn’t just a brand-new set of formal disciple clothing, but also one hundred jin of [Tier-1 Spirit Rice] stored within.

And the entire small storage pouch had an internal space of five cubic meters.