The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Chapter 251: Spirit Nurturing Envoy

The Four Seasons Fruit Tree, despite its name, bore leaves of a uniform, vibrant emerald. Yet, there was no sense of incongruity; it felt right, as if nature itself had dictated this singular perfection.

Under the constant, accelerated nurturing of Jiang Chen’s Green Lotus Domain, the tree had surged to a height of two meters. Its branches were heavy with bounty—specifically, the Fire Flame Fruit.

The fruits were a deep, fiery crimson, resembling radiant tomatoes. Even from a step away, Jiang Chen could feel the waves of heat rolling off them, pungent and intense. It was a sensation similar to the extreme-Yang herbs he cultivated, like the Golden Crow Vine, but far more concentrated.

He reached out and twisted one off the branch. It had the heft of a tomato, its skin warm and taut. When he gave it a gentle shake, he could feel liquid sloshing inside.

Wiping it casually on his sleeve, Jiang Chen took a bite.

The flavor was immediate and overwhelming—like molten syrup, sweet and searing, as if he had swallowed a chunk of burning honey. The juice numbed the tip of his tongue before transforming into a spreading warmth that slid down his throat. He could trace a distinct “line of fire” burning a path all the way to his stomach.

After just one bite, his Face flushed red, heat radiating from his pores.

“Incredible,” he muttered, exhaling a breath that felt hot enough to steam. “A single fruit contains this much Fire Spirit Qi?”

While his farm was packed with Yang-attribute herbs that naturally gathered Fire Qi, the ambient concentration here was usually a far cry from the geothermal intensity of the Earth Fire Zone. But with these fruits acting as batteries, combined with his existing crops, he could finally elevate his Fire spiritual power to match his Wood cultivation.

But the Fire Flame Fruit wasn’t just a snack. It was a premium alchemy ingredient.

Jiang Chen’s mind immediately pulled up the recipes for three specific pills: the Red Yang Pill, the Frost Fire Pill, and the Flame Art Pill.

Red Yang Pill

Foundation Establishment Effect: Rapidly condenses Fire Spirit Qi, boosting cultivation speed by 15% for 7 days.

Golden Core Effect: Stabilizes Spiritual Power and increases the critical hit rate of Fire techniques by 20% for 3 days.

Frost Fire Pill

Foundation Establishment Effect: Eliminates 100% of Fire Poison and reduces damage from Ice/Water techniques for 3 hours.

Golden Core Effect: Balances Yin and Yang, boosting the power of Fire, Ice, and Water techniques by 15%.

Flame Art Pill

Foundation Establishment Effect: Accelerates mastery of the Flame Explosion Art and boosts its damage by 20%.

Golden Core Effect: Induces a temporary state of “Spiritual Power Agitation,” boosting all Fire technique damage by 20%.

“The Red Yang Pill first,” Jiang Chen decided, eyes narrowing in calculation.

He reached for another fruit, intending to head down to the second basement level to start refining.

Caw!

The sudden cry of the fire crow circling overhead made him pause. He looked up to see a Paper Crane descending rapidly toward his farm, carrying a familiar figure.

Chen Bo.

Jiang Chen frowned. Chen Bo wouldn’t fly here personally for a casual chat; he would have used a Communication Talisman. A personal visit meant something official, urgent, or both.

Jiang Chen abandoned his alchemy plans and waited by the tree.

When Chen Bo landed, he looked flustered. “Junior Brother Jiang!”

Jiang Chen turned, feigning surprise. “Senior Brother Chen? What brings you here in such a rush?”

Chen Bo opened his mouth to explain, but his eyes snagged on the glowing tree behind Jiang Chen. He froze. “Is that… the Four Seasons Fruit Tree?”

“The very same,” Jiang Chen grinned, tossing the half-eaten fruit to him. “Try it.”

Chen Bo took a bite, and his eyes bulged. His Face turned tomato-red instantly. “Delicious… but the Fire Qi is intense!”

“That’s the Four Seasons Fruit for you.”

Chen Bo nodded, sweating profusely but taking another bite. The heat was uncomfortable, but the rush of energy was addictive.

“So,” Jiang Chen prompted, “why are you here?”

Chen Bo swallowed hard. “Elder Mu wants you at the Flat Top Mountain Palace. Immediately.”

“Is it about the promotion?”

“Almost certainly.”

Jiang Chen sighed internally. He had wanted to keep his head down, farm quietly, and accumulate power in the shadows. But the spotlight had a way of finding him.

“I told you before,” Chen Bo said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Some things you can’t refuse. Besides, this is good for you.”

“Maybe.”

Jiang Chen secured his stone house, ordered the Fortress crab and Da Huang to stand guard, and summoned his Giant Leaf. Together, they flew toward the central peak.

Below them, the second-grade spirit farms were a lush patchwork of green, the seedlings swaying in the early summer breeze. It was a peaceful view, a stark contrast to the tension waiting for him at the summit.

Regulations prohibited flying directly to the palace, so they landed at the foot of Flat Top Mountain and hiked up the stone stairs. When they reached the plaza, a crowd had already gathered.

It was a veritable who’s who of the Spirit Farm division. Wang Ze from the Wang Clan, Zhao Ying and her husband, Zhao Ziyao… even the outer sect disciples Jiang Chen had once mentored, like Xu Linshan, were present.

And standing near the front were the heavy hitters: Elder Mu, the outgoing Spirit Nurturing Envoy Li Chun, and the ambitious Zhao Feng.

As Jiang Chen and Chen Bo entered the hall, dozens of eyes snapped toward them.

Surprise rippled through the crowd. Former peers like Zhao Ying looked at Jiang Chen with wide, incredulous eyes, realizing just how far he had climbed.

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixing on Chen Bo with suspicion. The position can’t possibly be going to the Chen Clan, he thought, dismissive of Jiang Chen entirely.

Wang Ze, ever the politician, beamed at Jiang Chen. “Junior Brother Jiang! You finally made it!”

“Senior Brother Jiang!” Xu Linshan and the other disciples greeted him with genuine excitement.

“Alright,” Li Chun announced, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Junior Brother Chen and Junior Brother Jiang have arrived. Everyone is present. We can proceed.”

Zhao Feng leaned toward Wang Ze, whispering, “Who did you vote for?”

Wang Ze gave him a cryptic smile. “For one of our own, naturally.”

Zhao Feng smirked, satisfied. “Good man.”

The hall fell silent as everyone turned to Elder Mu. The old man sat with his eyes closed, radiating a calm, heavy pressure. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the assembly before resting on Jiang Chen.

The tension was suffocating. Zhao Feng stood tall, projecting confidence, though his heart hammered against his ribs. The Spirit Nurturing Envoy was a position of immense power and profit—a role that demanded respect even from established cultivators.

Elder Mu’s voice was deep, resonating through the stone hall.

“The next Spirit Nurturing Envoy is…”

He paused, letting the silence stretch.

“…Jiang Chen!!!”