Especially regarding the two mutated Spirit Clovers.

Sell one. Keep one.

He was rather unwilling to seek out blacksmiths from outside the sect. If they truly had skill, they wouldn’t be stuck in a place like a Loose Cultivator market.

On the contrary, there were many master-level blacksmiths within the sect’s [Fire Peak]. Since there were reliable people available, why take the risk of going outside?

As for the source of the Giant Leaf… wouldn’t claiming a trip to the Loose Cultivator market solve that?

The value of the item itself wasn’t exorbitantly high, just slightly better than a Paper Crane.

In the following days, Jiang Chen maintained his normal routine.

Ten days passed in a flash, arriving at the day for harvesting the spirit plants.

Jiang Chen stood on the ridge, looking at his Tier-2 Spirit Farm. All the spirit plants within it—whether Spirit Rice, vegetables, or mutated Spirit Clovers—were ripe.

Immediately, his spiritual sense enveloped the entire Spirit Farm. Information about the Spirit Rice surged forth.

[ Ripe ] [ Spirit Qi Abundant ] [ No Loss ] [ Tier-2 Spirit Rice ] [ Top Quality Today ] [ Yield: 2000 kg ]

There was no difference between summer and spring harvests. The Spirit Rice was still top quality, and the yield remained at 2000 kg.

As for the Chinese cabbage and watermelon, there were some changes. They had all improved from their previous “high quality” to “top quality.”

This was clearly related to the Green Lotus Domain.

Immediately, Jiang Chen picked up a sickle and began harvesting diligently.

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Top Quality Spirit Rice Plant.” Lifespan +6 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Top Quality Watermelon.” Lifespan +5 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

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x9… x99… x999… x1999…

As his strength increased, his harvesting speed and efficiency became faster and faster. What used to take two hours could now be done in one.

This harvest, the vegetables brimming with full Spirit Qi amounted to several hundred kilograms.

And the yield of Tier-2 Spirit Rice remained at 2000 kg.

Subtract the 750 kg to be submitted to the sect. Subtract Jin Fugui’s 75 kg. Subtract Tie Zhu’s 25 kg. Subtract Chen Tian’s 400 kg.

That left 750 kg remaining.

Plus the previous stockpile of 2500 kg, the total amount of Tier-2 Spirit Rice had now reached 3250 kg.

Calculated at the current market ratio of 1:1.3, it could be sold for 8450 Low-grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to 84 Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Unfortunately, no mutated vegetables appeared this time. This might be related to the spirit plants ripening early. Of course, it could also simply be Jiang Chen’s bad luck.

The lifespan increase from this harvest reached [ 13,367 Days ], equivalent to thirty-six years.

Now, his total lifespan increased to [ 146,153 Days ].

Converted into years, it just reached four hundred years.

Jiang Chen, a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator, already possessed a lifespan far exceeding all his fellow disciples, continuously approaching that of Golden Core stage cultivators.

However, this was not the end.

Jiang Chen still had two Spirit Clovers left unharvested. The already mutated Spirit Clovers, now called Giant Leafs.

[ Mutated Giant Leaf ] [ Contains Wind Spirit Qi ] [ Ripe ] [ Ready for Harvest ]

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Mutated Giant Leaf.” Lifespan +10 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Mutated Giant Leaf.” Lifespan +10 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

Adding another 20 days of lifespan.

At this point, Jiang Chen’s Spirit Farm was completely empty. But he didn’t head to the Loose Cultivator market just yet.

Instead, he waited another five days.

Then, he went to the rocky mountain where the Mutated Spirit Rice was hidden. Because of the formation array, no scent could be detected from the outside. But Jiang Chen, having irrigated it with spring water every few days, knew the Mutated Spirit Rice inside was ripe.

Therefore, he moved aside the heavy stone blocking the entrance and quickly slipped inside.

First, he dug out the buried portable formation array and checked the Low-grade Spirit Stones on it. Seeing they still had half their Spirit Qi left, he satisfiedly reburied it.

Then he continued deeper inside, finally seeing the crop of Mutated Spirit Rice.

[ Ripe ] [ Undamaged ] [ Spirit Qi Abundant ] [ Yield: 20 kg ]

Whether it was the mutated mother rice or daughter rice plants, the grains on their ears were all exceptionally plump, almost indistinguishable from golden particles. They glittered with a dazzling golden light that even made Jiang Chen’s eyes blur.

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Mutated Daughter Rice Plant.” Lifespan +10 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Mutated Daughter Rice Plant.” Lifespan +10 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

[center][b][color=#0066cc] ☾ Harvested 1 “Mutated Daughter Rice Plant.” Lifespan +10 Days ☽ [/color][/b][/center]

Soon, he harvested all the mutated daughter rice plants with his sickle, adding another 1000 days of lifespan.

Total lifespan reached [ 147,148 Days ].

As for the mutated mother rice plant, Jiang Chen kept it intact. With “her” here, it meant having an endless supply of mutated daughter rice.

In contrast, the seeds cultivated from re-planting harvested mutated daughter rice were somewhat inferior in both quality and Spirit Qi content.

Thus, Jiang Chen had harvested every single spirit plant he planted in summer completely clean.

But he still wasn’t in a hurry to go to the Loose Cultivator market.

Instead, returning home, he started cooking for Da Huang and the pearl chickens. A trip to the Loose Cultivator market would definitely mean returning only the next day.

Compared to the Sun family urgently needing Tier-2 Spirit Rice for a marriage proposal, Jiang Chen cared more about whether his own two spirit beasts would go hungry.

Only after preparing both lunch and dinner, and filling their water basin with clean spring water, did he finally put on his bamboo hat. He stepped onto his damaged Paper Crane and leisurely headed towards [Fire Peak].

Upon arrival, he found that sparring platforms were still set up. Even after so many days, many formal disciples were still competing there.

The scene was very lively, with people walking around everywhere. Some enterprising individuals had even created a pre-tournament ranking list for formal disciples.

The previously mentioned Shui Wuhen, Shi Yan, Zhao Feng, Huo Ling, and Jian Chen were all ranked near the top.

However, what surprised Jiang Chen quite a bit was that none of these five held the first place.

A completely unfamiliar name stood proudly at number one.

This person’s name was Long Ao.

“Who is this Long Ao?”

“From Beast Mountain!”

“He has dual Water and Wood Spirit Roots and was chosen by a thousand-year-old spirit beast!”

“Damn, no wonder he can overshadow Shui Wuhen and the others!”

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on a giant flying sword while listening to people chatting around him.

He originally thought Shui Wuhen and the other five were outstanding enough. Especially Shui Wuhen, who, although having only a single Spirit Root, had gained recognition from a growth-type spiritual weapon.

But unexpectedly, an even more monstrous existence had emerged from Beast Mountain. Not only did he possess dual Spirit Roots and high comprehension, but he had also gained favor from a thousand-year-old spirit beast.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but sigh. “Indeed, as the formal disciple tournament approaches, all sorts of geniuses and prodigies will take turns making their appearance.”

With one year left until the formal disciple tournament, perhaps someone even more formidable than Long Ao would emerge.

However, this had nothing to do with Jiang Chen.

He was merely one among thousands of spirit farmers tending fields. He just needed to farm honestly. The storms and troubles outside were unimportant to him.

Geniuses, prodigies, children of destiny—all meaningless.

No matter how brilliant your talent or extraordinary your fortune, a thousand years later, you’ll still be nothing but a handful of dust!