My Portable Spirit Farm: Rise of the Humble Servant

Chapter 249: Astonishing Gains

Chen Ping didn’t pause for a single second. He consumed the Enlightenment Tea leaves one after another in a relentless, mechanical rhythm.

He didn’t dare stop. If he let the hyper-cognitive state fade, his momentum in dissecting the cultivation methods and Arts would shatter. Reconnecting the severed trains of thought would waste precious time.

The profound, god-like state of omniscience descended upon him in waves, violently pushing his comprehension to peaks he had never thought possible.

Only those who had experienced this absolute clarity could understand the addiction.

It was like staring at a complex, unsolvable knot for decades, only for a supreme being to materialize, take your hands, and effortlessly untangle every single thread in seconds.

There was absolutely no reason to willingly leave that state.

Chen Ping completely surrendered to the near-omnipotent high. He greedily devoured the foundational mysteries of the universe that were normally locked behind impenetrable walls of mortal limitation. The passage of time in the physical world ceased to matter.

He was a machine. He tirelessly mapped the Circulation Cycle of the Evergreen Art, meticulously optimizing every microscopic route of True Essence.

He plunged into the terrifying depths of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture, violently extracting the ultimate, hidden truths regarding the pure essence of Yin and Yang buried within its cryptic text.

He repeatedly dismantled every Art he had ever learned, stripping them down to their barest conceptual bones. He didn’t just understand how to use them; he reverse-engineered the exact thought processes of the ancient cultivators who had created them.

He even dragged his stalled puppetry skills into the light of his hyper-cognition. The infuriating, insurmountable bottlenecks regarding rune inscription and artificial spiritual binding dissolved like snow over an open flame.

He finally knew exactly what he needed to do to elevate his puppetry to the next tier.

The state was euphoric. Every single insurmountable problem he had ever faced was laid out before him, simple and transparent. He felt like a supreme deity casually pointing out the flaws in mortal designs, effortlessly mapping out the perfect trajectory for his future path.

However, when he swallowed the sixteenth Enlightenment Tea leaf and threw back the pale golden liquid, the universe didn’t expand. The god-like clarity didn’t return.

In truth, Chen Ping had felt the warning signs during the last few cups. The duration of the profound state had been rapidly shrinking with each successive dose.

Now, the tea still tasted crisp. It still flooded his mouth with a delicate fragrance, and his mind felt perfectly alert.

But the terrifying, infinite processing speed—the ability to casually dissect the essence of all things—was gone.

It was as if he had just drunk a cup of very expensive, entirely mundane tea.

Chen Ping froze. He instinctively regulated his breathing and focused his mind, desperately trying to force himself back into that omnipotent state. But his comprehension, while permanently sharper than before, had plateaued back to a mortal baseline.

The sensation of holding the universe in the palm of his hand was gone without a trace.

The intoxicated, absolute confidence slowly drained from his face.

His expression darkened.

“That’s it? I hit the limit?”

Chen Ping muttered to himself, his voice thick with disbelief and a sour, gnawing sense of loss.

The mythical treasure he had waited six hundred accelerated years to harvest, the legendary leaves revered by the entire cultivation world—it hadn’t delivered the limitless power he had envisioned.

The sudden drop from godhood back to mortality was physically painful.

He had genuinely believed that forty-nine leaves would be enough to forcefully deduce the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture to the third-tier Perfection, or perhaps even crack the secrets of the Golden Core realm.

He hadn’t anticipated biological tolerance. After merely sixteen leaves, his body and soul had built an absolute immunity to the Dao Rhyme. The remaining thirty-three leaves were now utterly useless to him.

In an instant, the mythical status of the Enlightenment Tea plummeted in his mind.

It didn’t give me enough. My baseline comprehension improved, but not enough to make me a true anomaly. It’s a good treasure, but it’s not a cheat code. Chen Ping took a long, jagged breath.

Greed. He was letting greed poison his mind. In the brutal world of cultivation, insatiable greed was the fastest way to an early grave.

He knew the principle of biting off more than he could chew.

The raw data and comprehension he had extracted from those sixteen leaves was already earth-shattering. He had downloaded knowledge that would have taken him decades—perhaps centuries—of agonizing, bloody trial and error to figure out on his own.

He had to be content. A survivor knew when to cash out.

But… The absolute power of that state was a venom in his veins. He was still vibrating with the phantom high.

Silently reciting the Evergreen Art’s heart-clearing mantra, Chen Ping ruthlessly crushed the lingering disappointment.

He forced himself to sit cross-legged and began the grueling process of organizing, archiving, and digesting the titanic amount of data he had just acquired.

He had to permanently etch these epiphanies into his muscle memory and Sea of Consciousness before the details began to blur.

The harvest was an ocean of information. He mentally categorized it into three distinct pillars.

The first pillar was the total optimization of his primary foundation: the Evergreen Art.

It was the standard Foundation Establishment manual for the Qingyun Sect. Its main characteristic was extreme stability and an accelerated cultivation speed. But the fatal flaw was obvious—the Qi it produced was notoriously thin and lacked the crushing density of higher-tier arts.

During his Enlightenment state, Chen Ping had leveraged his solid foundation to violently overhaul the manual’s Circulation Cycle.

He had mapped out several microscopic, previously ignored Meridians and hidden acupoints, forcibly integrating them into a newly designed, massive Circulation Cycle.

This optimized Evergreen Art increased his True Essence circulation efficiency by nearly thirty percent. More importantly, it drastically compressed the density and expanded the total volume of his True Essence reserves.

Once he physically unblocked those newly discovered acupoints, the efficiency would spike even higher.

While its foundational nature meant it would never rival a legendary, heaven-defying scripture, this overhaul guaranteed that Chen Ping would never suffer a True Essence disadvantage against cultivators of the same tier. In fact, he would hold a distinct edge.

He had maximized the Potential and lethality of the Art without altering its stable core.

The second pillar of his harvest was his comprehension of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture.

This was where he had burned the vast majority of his tea leaves and processing power.

The second tier of the scripture corresponded to the Foundation Establishment stage. It required the violent opening of new Yin and Yang acupoints to condense a vastly superior elemental power.

Under the divine influence of the tea, he had completely deciphered the operational mechanics of the second tier. The cryptic, suicidal text that had once read like an alien language was now a perfectly logical blueprint in his mind.

Using his Divine Sense, anchored by his initial condensation of Yang True Essence, he had successfully locked onto the exact physical coordinates of the nine Yang acupoints and the nine Yin acupoints required to master the second tier.