Submitting one thousand jin of top-quality Spirit Rice produced from a Tier-2 Spirit Farm yielded +250 contribution points.

However, there was still a gap of 1,500 points before he could exchange for a second high-level cultivation technique.

To be honest, Jiang Chen had done the math. Submitting five thousand jin of top-quality Spirit Rice annually would yield 1,250 contribution points. Therefore, by persisting for one year, he could exchange for one high-level cultivation technique.

For others, especially Spirit Farmers who had just joined the core, this might be somewhat difficult. But for Jiang Chen, it was as easy as drinking water.

“You’ve completed the task once again, very good.” Elder Mu was quite satisfied.

Of course, what satisfied him most was that the other party had submitted top-quality Spirit Rice again. If it happened once, it might be a coincidence, but twice in a row was a certainty. This disciple before him was practically a born Spirit Farmer.

Jiang Chen bowed respectfully. “Manager, are there any methods to quickly increase contribution points?”

Elder Mu said with a half-smile, “It seems your Vine Bind hasn’t been cultivated successfully.”

Jiang Chen didn’t answer, just blinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say, but if he said it out loud, he was afraid he would shock the other person.

Elder Mu continued, “You can help others complete their tasks; naturally, you can earn contribution points that way.”

Jiang Chen was surprised. “Does that mean those who took on my tasks not only received payment but also got contribution points?”

Elder Mu retorted as if it were obvious, “Otherwise?”

Jiang Chen was immediately left speechless. No wonder so many people liked taking on tasks. He originally thought it was because of the payment. It turned out they got both the payment and the contribution points.

Elder Mu chuckled lightly. “Any tasks requiring help from Wood Spirit Root disciples can be found here. As long as you meet the requirements, you can take them.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen quickly cupped his hands in farewell and then headed toward the area where tasks were posted.

Soon, he arrived before a wall covered in densely packed tasks.

[Seeking Foundation Establishment stage Wood Spirit Root disciple to help cultivate century-old spirit plants]

(Payment +5 Mid-grade Spirit Stones)

[The emerald bamboo outside the house is somewhat withered; seeking Wood Spirit Root disciple to help restore it]

[Urgent Task: Requires Wood Spirit Root disciple with Evergreen Art (Second Layer)]

(Payment +1 Mid-grade Spirit Stone)

“The tasks are all rather mediocre.” Jiang Chen wasn’t satisfied.

Either they were time-consuming and laborious, or the contribution points weren’t high enough. With this free time, he might as well plant more spirit plants.

After looking around and finding nothing suitable, he turned to leave.

Just as he walked outside the palace, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure flashing past.

“Zhao Ziyao?” Jiang Chen looked at the other’s hurriedly departing back, and his face immediately darkened.

He had promised to return the borrowed ten jin of Tier-2 Spirit Rice by the end of spring. But now, upon seeing him, he actually turned and left.

Clearly, he had no intention of returning it.

It seemed this guy’s harvest this spring must have been poor. Using ten jin of Tier-2 Spirit Rice to see someone’s true character wasn’t a loss.

However, Jiang Chen didn’t plan to let Zhao Ziyao off easily. If he still hadn’t returned it by the end of summer, he would go directly to his door.

Afterward, he headed toward Wang Ze’s Spirit Farm.

As the distance grew closer, he could clearly feel the Wood Spiritual Energy gradually becoming richer. Although it was also a Tier-2 Spirit Farm, the other person had a full ten mu. Moreover, what was planted inside were all expensive medicinal herbs.

“Junior Brother Jiang, I was just about to send someone to notify you. It seems we are of one mind.” As the saying goes, good timing is better than good planning. Wang Ze smiled slightly.

Wang Ze warmly put an arm around his shoulder and then pointed at the Spirit Farm ahead. “Junior Brother Jiang, this time will be a bit of hard work. You’ll have to help your Senior Brother harvest three mu of spirit fields.”

“Three mu?” Jiang Chen found it unbelievable.

Before coming here, one mu would have made him happy. He never expected there would be three mu this time.

Wang Ze misunderstood and quickly said, “Don’t worry. The payment for one mu of spirit field is 20 jin of Tier-2 Spirit Rice or 14 Low-grade Spirit Stones.”

Jiang Chen grinned. “Senior Brother Wang mustn’t misunderstand. Even thirty mu, this Junior Brother would be willing!”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ze immediately felt pleased and acted even more warmly. “It’s hard work. If you’re thirsty or hungry, look for my Dao Companion Xi’er; she will arrange things.”

Afterward, Jiang Chen picked up a sickle and entered the first mu of spirit field.

The medicinal herbs planted inside this time looked very peculiar. The top was very small, with only one grayish-brown leaf. At first glance, it looked like a small insect lying there. But the stem and the roots in the black soil were surprisingly large.

He activated the Evergreen Art (Fifth Layer). Information immediately appeared before his eyes.

[Insect-ear Grass: Matured]

“It’s still early,” Jiang Chen thought to himself.

It seemed Wang Ze couldn’t control the maturation timing of spirit plants at all. Or perhaps he simply didn’t care about it. He harvested as soon as they matured; everything else was unimportant.

Then, under Wang Ze’s direction, Jiang Chen began harvesting from close to the roots.

After finishing one mu of spirit field, Jiang Chen stopped to rest and glanced at his attribute panel.

[Current Lifespan: 61,042 days]

If he remembered correctly, adding in the harvest from the Spirit Clover, that meant after harvesting one mu of Insect-ear Grass…

[Lifespan +5,684 days]

“Junior Brother Jiang has worked hard. Have some tea.” At this moment, Wang Ze’s Dao Companion Wu Xi’er approached.

Jiang Chen snapped back to attention and quickly accepted the tea with both hands. “Thank you, Senior Sister!”

Although her cultivation realm might be lower than his, she had found Wang Ze at the Foundation Establishment stage as her backer.

Wu Xi’er said with a smile, “Before you came, Brother Ze kept talking about you.”

Jiang Chen was very surprised. “Talking about me?”

Wu Xi’er nodded. “Saying you harvest well and are sensible; worth looking after.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen knew she had made it up on the spot but still pretended to be flattered. “I never expected Senior Brother to think so highly of me!”

The more respectful the person before her was, the happier Wu Xi’er felt inside.

Because her comprehension was poor, she had become a Dao Companion at a young age. So why choose Wang Ze, this fat pig? Naturally, because he gave a lot!

Although she occasionally suffered some torment, it wasn’t a big deal. Now she had resources when she needed them, status when she needed it. Anyone whose realm was lower than Wang Ze’s treated her with respect and deference. Even those more powerful than Wang Ze wouldn’t simply ignore her.

Her missing vanity and sense of superiority were always maximally satisfied.

Seeing that she was quite happy, Jiang Chen immediately asked, “Senior Sister, do you remember the Spirit Clover seeds I bought from Senior Brother last time?”

Jiang Chen picked up a small storage pouch and then took out all the harvested Spirit Clover. “I only managed to grow some of those seeds, and they are all three-leaf or two-leaf varieties. I wonder if Senior Brother would buy them?”

Looking at the Spirit Clover in Jiang Chen’s hand, although most had three or two leaves, she was still shocked. After all, from the beginning, she had believed he would fail.

Jiang Chen handed them over. “Senior Sister, could you ask for me?”

Wu Xi’er took a deep breath, calmed down, and accepted them. “Alright.”

Soon, she placed these “Spirit Clovers” into her own storage pouch. Then she turned and walked toward a house on the other side.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen picked up his sickle again and headed toward the second mu of spirit field!