The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Mo Yin’s expression was a twisted mask of resistance and disgust.

Clearly, he detested being controlled or manipulated by others.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but calculate his next move. ‘It’s better to rip the bandage off quickly than to let the wound fester,’ he thought. ‘I need to get him into the first batch of formalized disciples immediately. Once he enters the core area of the Spirit Farm, he’ll be Senior Brother Chen Tian’s headache.’

Jiang Chen was a cultivator, not a babysitter. He had no intention of trailing behind this guy every day, wiping his ass for him.

With that kind of time, he could be doing literally anything else.

Mo Yin sat on the hard wooden bed, his back pressed against the cold wall. He glared resentfully. “You. Annoying!”

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, his tone calm. “Is it so bad that someone cares about you?”

His expression shifted, feigning a touch of melancholy. “I have no father, no mother. I don’t have a single family member left in this world.”

Mo Yin was instantly struck speechless. A strange light flickered in his eyes as he processed the words.

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively. “Regarding the Spirit Farm, I will personally help you transplant the seedlings. Just don’t go messing things up on your own.”

With that, he closed the door and walked away.

Only after confirming that Jiang Chen’s footsteps had faded into the distance did Mo Yin’s posture relax. His eyelids drooped, his eyes half-closing as the foolish facade vanished.

“What realm is that person actually at?” he muttered softly, his voice devoid of its previous childishness. “I almost didn’t notice his approach…”

He considered his situation. “However, what he said is correct. I need to enter the core area of the Spirit Farm first. That way, I won’t be eliminated.”

“Only by becoming a formal disciple can I access high-level cultivation techniques, techniques, and resources!”

To the outside world, however, nothing had changed. The people living nearby and those passing by were already accustomed to the noise.

They just assumed the fool was talking to himself again.

On the other side of the compound, Jiang Chen found Lin Ya. She was the formal disciple currently on duty at the periphery of the Spirit Farm.

Normally, she would be swamped with work, but today she looked quite leisurely.

The window was propped open.

On one side, a pot of hot tea was steeping, sending curls of steam into the air.

On the other, she was gazing out at the snowy scenery.

Suddenly, a familiar face entered her field of view.

Jiang Chen greeted her with a warm smile. “Junior Sister Lin, you look quite relaxed today!”

Lin Ya started, surprised. Upon recognizing him, she immediately stood up to welcome him. “Senior Brother Jiang! Please, come in and rest.”

Jiang Chen stepped through the open wooden door, his gaze sweeping casually around the room.

The interior was decorated with extreme simplicity.

Apart from a few books, the only notable items were stacks upon stacks of tea cakes. The fragrance was thick and comforting.

It seemed this Junior Sister Lin really enjoyed her tea.

It made sense. Cultivators with Wood Spirit Roots possessed an instinctive affinity for nature and plant life.

Lin Ya pointed to a wooden stool nearby. “Senior Brother Jiang, please sit. What brings you here today?”

Her tone wasn’t quite sarcastic, but it carried a hint of playful teasing.

As the formal disciple guarding the Spirit Farm, she held a position of power. In theory, she should be surrounded by Outer Peak disciples clamoring for her favor.

Of course, it wasn’t that no one tried. Many attempted unorthodox methods—currying favor, offering gifts, or even trying to marry into her family.

But without exception, her suitors were either of mediocre aptitude or looked like crooked melons and cracked dates.

Jiang Chen didn’t beat around the bush. “Has Senior Sister Su discussed Mo Yin with you?”

Lin Ya nodded. “She mentioned that he is a special case and needs to be arranged into the core of the Spirit Farm.”

Jiang Chen felt a wave of internal relief. Chen Tian had done his job. He continued, “Then let’s lay our cards on the table.”

“What do you mean?” Lin Ya looked slightly puzzled.

Jiang Chen’s expression turned serious. “As the saying goes, it’s better to end the pain quickly. If we get Mo Yin formalized in the first batch, both you and I will be free of this burden sooner.”

Lin Ya wasn’t stupid. She understood the implication immediately. “You want him formalized in the first quarter?”

She pointed to the First Grade Spirit Farm visible through the window.

“Although we can use backdoor methods,” she explained, “we still have to maintain appearances. At the very least, the fields need to be fully planted with rice seedlings, and the yield cannot be too low.”

Jiang Chen nodded confidently. “Don’t worry. I will personally handle the planting. I guarantee it will meet the 1,000 jin requirement.”

Lin Ya’s expression relaxed into a smile. “Since Senior Brother Jiang is taking action personally, then there’s certainly no problem.”

Jiang Chen had come here primarily to confirm one thing: whether Su Qing knew about Mo Yin.

If she didn’t, he would have needed to have a ‘proper chat’ with Lin Ya, perhaps involving a bribe of valuable items.

But now it was confirmed that Chen Tian had communicated with Su Qing in advance.

With that settled, he had no more worries.

Jiang Chen planned to help Mo Yin plant the Spirit seedlings. This would get the prince into the first batch for formalization, and simultaneously allow Jiang Chen to acquire his fifth acre of Second Grade Spirit Farm.

With business concluded, the two chatted casually.

They discussed favorite foods, preferred colors, and hobbies.

Jiang Chen noticed that Junior Sister Lin seemed very interested in him. Her admiration was written plainly on her face.

Seeing this, he didn’t linger. He maintained a polite distance and stood up to leave.

Lin Ya walked him to the door, her eyes full of anticipation. “Senior Brother Jiang, come visit often when you have time!”

Jiang Chen waved his hand without looking back, offering a noncommittal acknowledgement.

After walking some distance, he didn’t head toward his assigned room.

Instead, he went deeper into the fields, descending into the First Grade Spirit Farm.

Although the concentration of free Wood Spirit Qi here couldn’t compare to the core area, it was better than nothing.

Jiang Chen chose a secluded spot on high ground and sat cross-legged.

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a Top Grade Foundation Spirit Pill and a bottle of Top Grade Golden Wine.

He popped the pill into his mouth and washed it down with a swig of the spiritual wine.

The effect was instantaneous and astonishing.

A rush of heat exploded in his gut. His entire being became exceptionally stimulated.

He immediately circulated his max-level Green Lotus Art, beginning to devour the surrounding Wood Spirit Qi.

If the ordinary Outer Peak disciples were small fish and shrimp, then the current Jiang Chen was a massive whale.

As the effects of the pill, the wine, and his technique stacked, the Qi absorption became violent. The Wood Spirit Qi drawn into his body was rapidly refined.

The Wood Spirit Power in his Dantian rose at a steady, terrifying pace.

“Why has the Wood Spirit Qi suddenly decreased?”

Although Jiang Chen had chosen a location far from the majority of the disciples, it couldn’t be helped. His absorption speed was too fast, and his refining efficiency too high.

The vortex of his cultivation covered a wide range, impacting the ambient Qi for everyone nearby.

The other disciples had no choice but to move to more distant locations to resume their cultivation.

Another day passed.

It was finally time for the Ice Heart Jade Pot Wine to be consumed.

Although Long Ao was participating in the formal disciple competition, the sheer volume of participants meant he hadn’t been assigned an opponent for two consecutive days.

Jiang Chen carefully decanted one jin of the Ice Heart Wine into a jade pot and walked out from the first floor of the basement.

Long Ao was waiting.

The moment he saw Jiang Chen, he stood up abruptly, unable to restrain himself. His eyes were fixed intently on the wine pot, which was emitting a startling chill.

“Finally… finally!” Long Ao’s voice trembled slightly.

Jiang Chen held the pot with both hands, offering it respectfully. “Senior Brother Long, a word of advice. It is best not to drink this wine at night. Try to consume it during the day to balance the Yin and Yang energies.”

Long Ao hurriedly took the pot, his hands shaking with anticipation. “Senior Brother Jiang, if I can recover from my injuries this time, you will be the person I trust most in the entire Immortal Sect.”

Jiang Chen smiled, his tone light. “Why be so formal with one of our own?”

Long Ao paused, taken aback, before a sheepish smile spread across his face. “Indeed!”

“So,” Jiang Chen asked, “will Senior Brother Long be returning to his quarters, or…?”

Long Ao took a deep breath, clutching the cold jade pot. He cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

“Please, Junior Brother, be my Dharma Protector!”