Chapter 269: Spatial Earth Yuan Fruit
Before his eyes, the maturing Earth Yuan Fruit underwent a final, radical transformation.
The gathered Earth Qi, the raised dais, and the petals all collapsed inward, compressing into a dense, translucent crystal of ochre light. A moment later, a single fruit condensed at the apex. It was smaller than an adult’s palm, semi-transparent, with golden light flowing inside like liquid metal.
In its presence, time seemed to stutter, and space grew heavy and still.
Jiang Chen blinked, then checked the system panel.
[Mutation Complete: Spatial Earth Yuan Fruit]
Effect 1: Consuming grants a 10% chance to comprehend the supernatural ability Shrink the Earth to an Inch.
Effect 2: Consuming increases comprehension speed of Minor Teleportation by 20%.
Effect 3: Can be refined into a Mustard Seed (Portable Spatial Dimension).
Effect 4: Can be used as a core for a Cross-Realm Teleportation Array.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the quiet farm.
Jiang Chen had always lived in fear of his secrets being exposed. He had spent a fortune on the Mirror Flower Water Moon Array just to hide his mutated crops.
But a Mustard Seed? That changed everything.
A portable dimension meant he could uproot his entire operation—the Time-Space Annual Ring Tree, the mutated rice, the Dragon Carp—and carry it with him. He would be a mobile fortress, immune to prying eyes.
“But refining a Mustard Seed requires an environment with extreme Earth Qi density,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.
The Earth Vein mines were rich enough, but far too crowded. He needed privacy.
His mind raced, landing on a memory from the auction house. Huang Yuanhua. The Human-Grade Golden Core cultivator whose cave dwelling had been discovered in the Dark Forest outside the loose cultivator market.
Huang Yuanhua was an Earth Spirit Root user. His cave was infested with Earth Dragons and Earth Guiding Grass. The Earth Qi there would be astronomical.
“Perfect,” Jiang Chen decided. “The main exploration wave is over. It should be safe.”
He left the fruit on the stem. It couldn’t be stored in a normal bag, so he would harvest it only when he was ready to depart.
He retreated to the stone house to prepare. He had ten days before his next scheduled wine delivery—plenty of time to arm himself.
First priority: Disguise.
He couldn’t go as a sect disciple, and his “Jiang Chen” persona was too recognizable. He needed a new face.
He pulled up the blueprint for a specific Spirit Weapon: The Phantom Mask.
It had zero combat Attributes. No defense, no attack. Just two effects:
Total Metamorphosis: Completely alters the wearer’s appearance and aura.
Seamless Integration: Merges with the skin, becoming undetectable to Spirit Sense.
It was the ultimate tool for a professional “Old Six”—a hidden operator.
The materials were rare, but not for someone with his connections. He messaged Jin Fugui to hunt down a Phantom Fox Skin and Blood Pattern Snake Blood in Beast Mountain, then ordered Lin An to purchase White Jade Marrow from the market.
By the next day, the materials were on his workbench.
Jiang Chen set up in the alchemy Chamber. Unlike traditional weapons, the Phantom required a soft refinement process.
He cleaned the fox skin in spring water and laid it on a bed of Spirit Fragrant Grass. Then, he ground the White Jade Marrow into a fine powder, mixed it with water into a paste, and slowly folded in the crimson snake blood.
He stirred until the mixture glowed with a faint, eerie purple light.
Using a fine spirit brush, he painted the paste onto the skin. It was meticulous work; one uneven stroke could ruin the illusion. It took an hour, but when he finished, the skin hummed with potential.
Now came the most critical step: The Carving.
He had to sculpt the face he wanted to wear.
Jiang Chen didn’t choose a random face. He chose a legend.
Crow Venerable.
A Soul Formation grandmaster from a millennium ago, famous for his Ten Thousand Crows Burning Heaven Array.
It was the perfect cover. Jiang Chen had five fire crows and practiced the Fire Crow Nurturing Qi Method. If he posed as a legacy disciple of the Crow Venerable, his Fire skills would have a terrifying pedigree.
He picked up a Cyan Jade carving knife and began to work.
He didn’t make a perfect copy—that would invite karmic backlash. He aimed for a “50% likeness.” Enough to evoke the legend, but distinct enough to be his own man.
He softened the three golden wrinkles at the eyes. He lowered the high, beak-like nose bridge. He thickened the razor-thin lips to human proportions. He kept the sharp chin but removed the aggressive protrusion.
“Close enough,” he murmured, inspecting the result. “Arrogant, but not grotesque.”
He heated the Starfall Mystic Gold Cauldron with his Nine Flames Mystic Art. When the temperature was right, he placed the mask inside to cure.
He waited from day until night. The moon rose high, casting silver light through the vents.
Finally, the cauldron cooled.
Jiang Chen reached in and pulled out the mask. It was cool to the touch, thin as silk, and rippled with power.
Five spirit patterns glowed on its surface.
“High-grade quality,” he whispered, a smirk touching his lips. “Now, let’s see who dares to mess with the rebirth of the Crow Venerable.”
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