Jiang Chen picked up the leftmost pill between his thumb and forefinger.

He tossed it directly into his mouth and began chewing carefully.

Although the pill was tiny, its texture was remarkably dense.

The taste was sweet—not just a little, but intensely so. The sweetness of the licorice even overpowered the notes of honey. As he chewed more, a bitter ginseng flavor gradually emerged.

Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, the flavors were quite layered.

It didn’t feel greasy or heavy. Instead, there was a fresh, herbal fragrance lingering in his mouth.

Truly worthy of being called a [Top-quality Vitality Pill]; the taste was indeed excellent.

Due to the surge in qi and blood, his entire being felt exceptionally spirited. As for whether it reduced hunger, he hadn’t experienced that yet. As a cultivator, he didn’t strictly need to eat or drink every day. Even going several days without food wouldn’t be a problem at all.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly. “Not bad. However, if top-grade pills enter the market, even in a small Loose Cultivator market, they will attract certain people’s attention.”

Therefore, if he really planned to sell Vitality Pills, the frequency and quantity of top-grade ones absolutely must not be high. The best method was for them to appear only occasionally.

Most of the time, selling only High-quality Vitality Pills would suffice.

Of course, this wasn’t difficult for Jiang Chen. After all, he had raised his mastery over the Vitality Pill recipe to the “Miraculous Hands” level.

As for the remaining three pills, Jiang Chen kept them for now; he would decide what to do with them later.

Thus, in the following days, besides completing his daily routines, he had one more task: refining Vitality Pills.

The quality was mostly controlled at high-quality, with an occasional top-grade pill here and there.

As for the worst, low-quality ones? There wasn’t a single one.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t make them; it was simply completely unnecessary. Not to mention there were too many on the market already, the key point was that the profit margin was very low.

Since he planned to sell them, he definitely needed to highlight his own advantage. For example, selling only “High-quality Vitality Pills” was a great promotional gimmick.

Several days later at noon, just after finishing lunch, Jiang Chen was sitting under the poplar tree with Da Huang and the pearl chickens, enjoying the breeze.

Buzz.

Suddenly, a slight vibration came from his small storage pouch. Jiang Chen took out a Communication Talisman shimmering with spiritual light.

“It’s Senior Brother Wang. What’s the matter?”

“You haven’t forgotten what we discussed a few days ago, have you?”

“I remember now. I’m to help you harvest medicinal herbs.”

“Don’t worry, Senior Brother definitely won’t treat you poorly. Harvesting one mu of Spirit Farm earns thirty Low-grade Spirit Stones or thirty jin of High-quality Spirit Rice from a second-grade Spirit Farm!”

“Since Senior Brother needs help, I certainly can’t refuse. I’ll head over right away!”

If he remembered correctly, helping him harvest herbs a year ago earned only ten jin of Spirit Rice per mu. He never expected the reward to be so generous now.

Jiang Chen patted Da Huang on the head. When the dog turned its puzzled face toward him, he instructed, “I’m going out to earn money. You all stay home and behave, especially keep an eye on the Spirit Farm.”

Then, he stood up and walked out from under the shade of the tree.

Next, he summoned his [Giant Leaf] and immediately flew toward Wang Ze’s Spirit Farm.

He arrived not long after but found Wang Ze already waiting at the entrance.

However, this time Wang Ze was alone. His previous Dao Companion wasn’t present.

Looking at the Giant Leaf with its four leaves spinning rapidly, Wang Ze said with some surprise, “Junior Brother is impressive! You’re actually using a Giant Leaf for transportation now.”

Of course, on the surface he was praising Jiang Chen, but in his heart, the first person he thought of was Chen Tian.

Ordinary spirit farmers simply didn’t have that much Spirit Rice or Spirit Stones. The transportation tools they could afford were usually nothing more than Paper Cranes or land-based spirit beasts.

Although Giant Leaves weren’t rare, they weren’t common either. Given Jiang Chen’s surface-level background, it was almost impossible for him to afford one within four years. He estimated it probably had something to do with Chen Tian.

Jiang Chen controlled the Giant Leaf to land and then asked with a smile, “Senior Brother Wang is alone now?”

Wang Ze paused for a moment before explaining, “My Dao Companion had matters at home and left the Immortal Sect some time ago. The journey there and back is very long; she probably won’t return until a month later.”

He nodded to himself. “You know how it is. Although we are cultivators, our feelings for family aren’t something we can just let go of easily.”

Jiang Chen asked noncommittally, “So, which mu should I harvest?”

Wang Ze extended his right index finger and swept it across the ten mu of Spirit Farm. “All of them!”

Hearing this, Jiang Chen widened his eyes in disbelief. “Just me?”

Wang Ze smiled slightly. “Others certainly aren’t as reliable as Junior Brother!”

Listening to these rather flattering words, Jiang Chen understood Wang Ze’s intent.

It seemed Wang Ze intended to use this method to mend the rift in their relationship. He might even be hoping to connect with Chen Tian through him.

However, for Jiang Chen, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing either.

Ten mu of Spirit Farm, so many spirit plants… At a conservative estimate, that would add at least several decades to his Lifespan!

And he could also get three Mid-grade Spirit Stones from him this time.

Yes. Jiang Chen wanted Spirit Stones this time, not Spirit Rice. Since he didn’t plan to participate in the formal disciple competition, he should definitely proceed from a profit perspective.

Thirty jin of High-quality Spirit Rice was worth twenty-five Low-grade Spirit Stones at most. Doing the math, choosing Spirit Rice would be somewhat of a loss.

At that moment, he saw Wang Ze bring over a table and place a pot of hot tea on it.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen asked, puzzled, “Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

Wang Ze replied, “I need to go out for a while; I won’t be back until evening. If you get thirsty, have some tea!”

Jiang Chen immediately understood.

Afterward, Wang Ze gave detailed introductions about each of the ten mu of Spirit Farm.

Different Spirit Farms grew different spirit plants. Therefore, the harvesting methods also differed. Some only required harvesting stamens, while others had to be harvested starting from their roots.

If this were Jiang Chen from a year ago, he would have been quite confused. But now it was different.

After all, he had reached Foundation Establishment. Moreover, whenever he had free time, he read various books—especially A Hundred Tales of Spirit Farms, which he had read several times over. He could identify all the spirit plants in each farm without needing any introduction.

After explaining everything, Wang Ze summoned his own mount.

Jiang Chen looked carefully and saw it was a large green butterfly. Its body color kept changing, seemingly adapting its camouflage based on its surroundings. This was clearly some kind of advanced mount.

Standing on the butterfly’s back, Wang Ze chuckled. “Junior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother will take his leave first. Take your time harvesting; no need to rush!”

With that said, he dashingly flew away into the distance.

Watching this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. “He definitely did that on purpose.”

As soon as he saw Jiang Chen had a Giant Leaf, he summoned an even rarer mount to show off.

But one had to admit, this butterfly with its constantly changing camouflage colors truly made people envious!