The Rat Cultivator

Chapter 127: Master of Little Green Mountain

Wu Yuan centered his spirit, calming the restless energy within him. He gave a curt nod to the Pangolin, who stood ready like a soldier awaiting the charge.

Understanding the command, the Pangolin roused his spirit. He activated his innate Earth Walk technique and dove headfirst into the pre-dug tunnel. Following the map Wu Yuan had imprinted in his mind, he guided the flow of the earth vein into its new, artificial channel.

Hum!

A low, resonant vibration shuddered through the ground. It wasn’t an earthquake, but the sound of the earth breathing. Between the Great Bluestone at the peak and the ore vein cave below, Spiritual Qi began to flow smoothly, like a babbling subterranean stream.

In that instant, a tremor ran through Wu Yuan’s entire body.

He suddenly sensed that Little Green Mountain had changed. It was no longer just a pile of dirt and rock. In his perception, the mountain had been endowed with life. It had awakened.

Every inch of soil, every trembling leaf, seemed to transmit information directly to his soul. At this special moment, intertwined with the mountain’s Providence, Wu Yuan’s consciousness was pulled by an invisible force.

For a moment, the rat and the mountain merged.

He felt like he had transformed into a wisp of breeze weaving through the pines, a stubborn stone weathering the elements, a drop of dew sliding down a blade of grass.

Wu Yuan raised his head slightly, a flicker of profound joy sparkling in his eyes.

“I am Little Green Mountain.”

“And Little Green Mountain is me.”

“From this day forth, my mark is branded into the very soul of this land!”

At this moment of realization, the Karma Pearl within Wu Yuan’s body trembled violently, radiating a dazzling blue light.

Immediately after, a line of text unfolded in his mind’s eye.

[Blue Intelligence: Connected to Little Green Mountain’s Providence. In this state, cultivating the ‘Touch of Profound Spiritual Perception’ yields optimal results and can evolve special spirit patterns!]

Wu Yuan’s heart stirred. He immediately thought of the spell he had created previously: the Spirit Pivot Five Senses Profound Method—specifically, its derivative technique, the Touch of Profound Spiritual Perception.

When he first created this spell, his goal was to better perceive the subtle changes between heaven and earth. Now that he was connected to the Providence of the land itself, he could use this connection to refine the spell to perfection!

Nearby, the group of demons also noticed the abnormality in their surroundings. They looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

The Winged Tiger’s eyes widened. “How strange! Why do I feel the surrounding Spiritual Qi is suddenly… hyperactive?”

Little Gray, standing in his original spot, seemed to flicker in and out of existence, as if his body were dissolving into the background.

“My concealment spell!” Little Gray exclaimed in shock. “Its effectiveness just spiked! Before, I could only hide for a short burst, but now… it feels like the environment is helping me hide. I could stay like this for a long time!”

Bibo frowned, his whiskers twitching as he pondered the sensation. “What a familiar feeling…”

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “It’s a bit like… the Dragon Palace!”

Bibo paused, then continued with reverence. “I’ve heard that if a high-level cultivator, like a Nascent Soul ancestor, stays in one place for a long time, their aura begins to terraform the environment. Heaven and earth align with them, forming a unique domain.”

Bibo looked at Wu Yuan with awe. “Could it be that the Great King is already starting to exert his domain over Little Green Mountain?”

Wu Yuan, hearing this, felt a spark of understanding.

Why did Little Green Mountain react so strongly just now?

He recalled a jade slip he had studied, one that described the travels of a great cultivator through mortal dynasties. It mentioned that the foundation of a Celestial Dynasty lay in regulating the earth veins of the world—controlling every Spirit Vein to construct a massive web of Dragon Veins.

The Master of the Dynasty extended their influence between heaven and earth, gathering Providence to support the nation, ensuring it flourished eternally.

Wu Yuan suddenly understood.

By commanding the rat swarm to cleverly divert the veins, he had manually altered the flow of Little Green Mountain’s blood. He had applied his will to the earth. It was a microscopic version of what a Celestial Emperor did.

Wu Yuan scratched his head, a proud, somewhat dopey smile appearing on his face.

“Before, I always self-proclaimed myself as the Master of Little Green Mountain.”

“Now, I don’t need to proclaim it. I am it.”

“I am now inherently in an invincible position on my home turf. Marvelous!”

Wu Yuan returned to the ore vein cave and immediately noticed the tangible benefits.

The Spiritual Qi concentration, which had already reached First-Rank High Grade, was still climbing. Although the density had long been sufficient for his needs, the quality had changed. The Qi was more “active.” It flowed with an orderly rhythm, making it easier to absorb and convert into Demon Power.

The efficiency of cultivation had skyrocketed.

Moreover, this active Spiritual Qi acted like a super-fertilizer for the Spirit Plants.

Plants that had been growing sluggishly were now infused with vibrant vitality. Their leaves turned a deeper, richer emerald. The changes were most obvious in the Low-Grade crops like the Moon Spirit Grass, which suddenly shot up several inches.

The Green Grain Rice, in particular, ripened a full month ahead of schedule, its yield doubling in the process!

Inside the treehouse, Wu Yuan immediately sat down to cultivate.

After a careful assessment, he ran the numbers. Originally, he could cultivate two strands of Demon Power a month. Now? He could hit three.

This meant his current cultivation speed was as fast as when he was in the early Qi Condensation stage, despite the increasing difficulty of the middle stage.

He currently held twenty-five strands of Demon Power—about one-fourth of the way through the mid-stage.

However, once he finished his daily routine, Wu Yuan turned his attention to the notification from the Karma Pearl: [Touch of Profound Spiritual Perception].

“The intelligence says this spell is best cultivated when connected to Providence. But how do I actively trigger this state?”

Wu Yuan paced back and forth in the treehouse, his brow furrowed. “I have the connection, but I need to find the frequency.”

“Let’s try the spell.”

Wu Yuan calmed his mind. He circulated his Demon Power, directing his blood Qi to the surface of his skin.

He could clearly perceive his skin becoming hypersensitive, as if millions of invisible tentacles were extending from his pores, reading the subtle textures of the air. Compared to his standard Demonic Sense, this tactile perception was far more precise, though the range was limited.

“But this feeling is the same as before. It hasn’t exceeded the scope of my original research.”

Wu Yuan was not discouraged. He continued to weave his Demonic Sense into the spell, striving to disperse his mental energy evenly across his skin.

This time, a shift occurred.

His perception delved deeper. He began to feel the pulse of the Spiritual Qi itself.

He could detect the fluctuations—ripples in the air as conspicuous as a breeze disturbing a placid lake.

He focused on using his skin to “breathe” the Qi. The active Spiritual Qi of the mountain responded, merging into his pores like small streams flowing into the sea—natural, smooth, and unobstructed.

Wu Yuan emptied his mind. He forgot his plans, his worries, and his ego. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the sensation of the external world.

His breathing grew fainter. His aura dimmed until it was almost imperceptible.

To an observer, it would seem as if the rat in the treehouse had died. Yet, his body began to glow with a deep, mystical cyan light.

The light pulsed rhythmically.

Finally, the cyan glow reached its zenith, dense and heavy like water in a deep, cold pool. Wu Yuan’s presence vanished completely from the room, having perfectly merged with the world around him.