The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Finger Force Turning into Rainbow!

A streak of golden light tore through the air, instantly striking a massive, frozen brown boulder in the distance.

There was no explosion. No shattering of rock.

Instead, the beam penetrated the stone as smoothly as a hot knife sliding through tofu.

Thin wisps of scorching smoke drifted lazily from the melt-hole.

Jiang Chen walked over to the boulder, squatting down to inspect the damage.

The entry hole was roughly the width of an adult’s finger.

As for the depth? It was bottomless.

He swept his spiritual sense into the cavity and discovered that the beam hadn’t just pierced the boulder in front of him. It had punched through every rock behind it and drilled deep into the frozen earth below.

The penetrating power of the Max Level [Scorching Sun Finger] was terrifying.

It was no wonder the description claimed it could threaten an early Golden Core cultivator.

Jiang Chen shrugged, feigning a look of regret. “What a pity. I’m just an ordinary, unremarkable Spirit Farmer.”

Test complete, he turned and walked back toward his stone manor.

He didn’t wait for the Fortress puppet to activate. Instead, he grabbed a broom and handled the chores himself—sweeping away the accumulated snow and clearing the trash.

By the time the sky was fully bright, breakfast was ready.

He made enough for himself, Lin An, Da Huang, and the pearl chickens.

However, because it was the dead of winter, neither the dog nor the chickens had any interest in leaving their warm nests.

Lin An, on the other hand, was diligent.

It was the Chen hour—around 7:00 AM. The young disciple emerged from his earthen hut a hundred meters away, broom in hand, and began methodically clearing the snow, mud, and gravel from his doorway.

Jiang Chen shouted across the yard. “Come over for breakfast!”

Hearing the voice, Lin An looked up, his eyes blank with confusion. “Huh?”

Jiang Chen waved his hand impatiently. “I said, come over for breakfast!”

Lin An heard it clearly this time. He hurriedly dropped his broom and jogged over, the snow crunching under his boots.

When he entered the warm stone house and realized there was a bowl set out for him, Lin An was visibly moved.

Back in the Earth Fire District, he had to cook for himself after exhausted shifts. The Junior Alchemist he served hadn’t cared if he lived or died, let alone provided meals. He wouldn’t even spare a single Vitality Pill.

“It’s inconvenient being so far apart,” Jiang Chen said, pushing a bowl of porridge toward him. “Give me a Communication Talisman so we can coordinate.”

Lin An nodded frantically. He fumbled with his small Storage Bag, retrieving a talisman and handing it over with both hands, his expression apologetic. “It was my oversight, Senior Brother. I was so focused on not disturbing you that I didn’t consider how we would communicate.”

Jiang Chen took the talisman and waved him off. “Eat.”

Breakfast was simple spirit rice porridge.

In this regard, Jiang Chen was quite similar to Chen Bo. It was convenient, simple, and a perfect neutral base for testing his homemade pickled vegetables.

As they finished eating, Jiang Chen retrieved two Communication Talismans of his own.

One for Jin Fugui. One for Mo Yu.

Originally, he had planned to contact Tie Zhu as well. However, to his surprise, when Wu Guangman and his team cleared the fourth mu, they had gone the extra mile and tilled the existing fields, infusing them with fresh earth qi.

Tie Zhu would have to wait for the next cycle.

As for why he was contacting Jin Fugui and Mo Yu?

The former needed to deliver spirit beast manure. The latter needed to schedule a rain summoning.

Seeing Jiang Chen pull out the talismans, Lin An knew his employer had business to discuss. He quickly gathered the bowls and chopsticks and retreated to the kitchen to wash up.

Jiang Chen activated Jin Fugui’s talisman first.

The connection clicked open instantly.

Slurp. Slurp.

The sound of aggressive noodle consumption echoed from the talisman.

“Old Jiang! Slurp. What do you want so early in the morning?”

“Swallow the noodles first,” Jiang Chen said dryly. “Then we can talk.”

There was a loud gulp on the other end. “Alright, shoot. You want to meet up? Need me to bring the manure?”

“Yes. Bring the spirit beast manure.”

“Don’t worry, Old Jiang! I’ve had the manure for three mu of land ready for ages!”

Before Jiang Chen could say another word, Jin Fugui hung up. Judging by the urgency, he was likely already abandoning his noodles and rushing toward the Spirit Field.

Jiang Chen shook his head and activated Mo Yu’s talisman.

The fisherman’s reaction was almost identical to the fat man’s.

Upon hearing that Jiang Chen now had four Spirit Fields, Mo Yu was so shocked he nearly dropped his rod. One abandoned his breakfast, the other abandoned his fish.

An hour later.

Two figures appeared at the gate of the estate.

“Holy cow…” Jin Fugui stared at the expanded fields, his jaw hanging loose. “Another one? It’s only been a few days!”

“Your speed of adding Spirit Fields is faster than my speed of catching fish,” Mo Yu muttered, his eyes wide with shock.

Jiang Chen pointed toward the newly reclaimed land. “See for yourselves.”

The two looked in the direction he pointed. Their pupils contracted.

Good heavens. It really was a fourth mu of Second-Grade Spirit Field.

Everyone knew the math: the more land a Spirit Farmer held, the exponential growth of their wealth.

Four mu of second-grade land could easily yield several hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones a year in raw crops. But Jiang Chen wasn’t a normal farmer. He cultivated Top Grade spirit plants. His crops were worth at least double the market rate.

That meant his net profit from farming alone could reach over a thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones annually.

Jiang Chen waved to Lin An, who was working in the distance.

“Let me introduce you,” Jiang Chen said as the young man approached. “This is an Outer Peak disciple who passed his assessment around the same time I did. His name is Lin An.”

“Greetings, two Senior Brothers!” Lin An bowed, visibly nervous.

Ever since realizing Jiang Chen’s true status, Lin An had learned to be cautious. If someone was friends with Jiang Chen, they were likely powerful figures in their own right. Humility was his only shield.

Jin Fugui and Mo Yu scrutinized him.

They remembered the names of the four disciples who had passed the assessment: Jiang Chen, Zhao Ziyao, Zhao Ying, and Lin An.

Jiang Chen was obviously the dragon among men. Zhao Ying had become a tenant for Wang Hu immediately. Zhao Ziyao had failed his task and was forced into servitude under Wang Hu as well.

But the name “Lin An” rang a specific bell.

“Wait,” Jin Fugui said, his eyes narrowing. “Are you that Lin An? The one who defaulted on several hundred jin of Spirit Rice?”

Mo Yu snapped his fingers. “I knew you looked familiar! So it is you!”

“I…” Lin An opened his mouth, his face flushing with embarrassment. The shame of his debt slavery was a difficult topic to broach.

“That’s in the past,” Jiang Chen cut in smoothly, diverting the interrogation. “Whatever happened before has nothing to do with you two. The important thing is that his Second-Grade Spirit Field is now under my personal management. That means my demand for spirit beast manure and rainfall is going to increase significantly.”

Jin Fugui immediately puffed out his chest, slapping it with a meaty thud to guarantee his reliability.

“Old Jiang, put your heart at rest! I raise so many spirit beasts, and I produce so much manure—it’s all prepared for you!”

Mo Yu elbowed him in the ribs. “Your phrasing… isn’t it a bit strange?”

Jin Fugui froze. Realizing what he had just implied, he hurriedly corrected himself.

“Bah! I said it wrong. I mean my beasts produce it for your fields! Don’t talk about three or four mu. Even if you had ten mu, I could cover it no problem!”

Jiang Chen nodded lightly. “With the amount you produce, I’m certainly not worried.”

“Indeed,” Mo Yu nodded with mock solemnity. “He’s so fat and eats five meals a day. He really does produce a lot.”

Jin Fugui rolled his eyes, annoyed. “You’re the one who shits a lot! You’re the one who eats too much!”

Jiang Chen and Mo Yu exchanged a glance and laughed. “Hehehe!”