UGB Chapter 19 The Power of Divine Strength
Chapter 19 The Power of Divine Strength
After leaving the breeding room, Yang Changsheng prepared to return to his bedroom to meditate and cultivate the Xuan Yuan Technique.
"Brother Changsheng, let's go eat together!"
Just then, a soft knock came from outside the courtyard gate, followed by Wang Ergou's voice.
Upon hearing this, Yang Changsheng went outside. Although he could naturally abstain from grains and did not need to eat, he still had to act normal in order to arouse suspicion.
After all, the Fasting Pill is not cheap, costing twenty spirit pearls per pill, and one dose can only keep you from hunger for three days, which is simply unaffordable for low-level cultivators.
The two entered the main hall on the far left of Lingnong Residence. A large pot was set up, and the porridge made from jade crystal rice had an emerald color. It was steaming hot and the aroma was wafting out from time to time.
At this moment, several day laborers sat down at the wooden table and began to wolf down their food from ceramic bowls.
First-grade mid-level spirit rice contains abundant spiritual energy, which can nourish the cultivator's body and replenish qi and blood. It is extremely expensive in the outside world and is very delicious without any side dishes.
The lower-level monks, except for very important days, would never dare to taste it.
"It tastes really good, and its effects on cultivators are much stronger than those of crystal shrimp..."
Yang Changsheng silently ladled out a bowl of porridge, sat on the wooden stool, and began to drink it. The thin porridge went down his throat and into his stomach, then turned into a warm current that flowed out, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort to his limbs and bones.
As expected of a truly high-grade spiritual object, just this one bowl of refining is equivalent to a whole day of arduous cultivation.
No wonder cultivation families monopolize the cultivation of spiritual fields; such enjoyment is not something ordinary cultivators can easily attain.
"My son has been tested and found to have above-average aptitude among low-grade spiritual roots. He's stronger than me, who has no hope of ever reaching the mid-stage of Qi Refining. He's studying at the Lu Family Academy, and the teacher says there's some hope. I need to gather some resources for him and buy a few Qi Gathering Pills... Planting in these spiritual fields is tiring, but at least it's stable, and the spiritual pearls are a real bonus."
Beside him, a middle-aged cultivator with a deeply lined face, looking much older than his actual age, was eating spiritual porridge and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Brother is right. At our age, we've only reached the third level of Qi Refining. Foundation Establishment? That's just something we can dream about. I'm just thinking about working hard and saving up some money so that when my Qi and blood start to decline, I can buy a courtyard house in a small town where the spiritual energy isn't too thin, marry a few beautiful women, and enjoy the rest of my life."
The middle-aged man nodded, put down the porcelain bowl, and expressed his agreement.
According to the theory, cultivators who practice Qi cultivation can live for 160 years. If they do not suffer serious injuries that damage their physique and take good care of themselves, they will only begin to age gradually at the age of 70.
Some people can enjoy their retirement for a long time, but others continue to work for the sake of their offspring, passing on their dream of immortality.
"Who says otherwise? The path to immortality... is too far. Being able to live a few more years and suffer less is a blessing. The work of the Liu family is better than mining in Ziyun Mountain. There is no danger to life, unlike my brothers, who can just disappear in an instant."
Another person chimed in, his tone numb, his face weathered, and his right arm bearing numerous scars.
"Bah! What good is stability? Ten years' worth of savings isn't even enough to buy a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill. What kind of immortal cultivation is this? After I finish this job, I'll go to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion to sleep with fairies, and then go to the Sunset Glow Mountains to try my luck!"
The burly man with a scar on his forehead slammed a white porcelain bowl onto the table, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. His cultivation level, at the third level of Qi Refining, was perfected, and his aura was fierce.
The conversation immediately fell silent, and no one dared to argue.
"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die"—this is the lifestyle chosen by many wandering cultivators who have no hope of finding a way forward.
Wang Ergou's pleasant mood while enjoying the spiritual porridge was also influenced by these people, and his expression became somewhat heavy.
He only has the most ordinary low-grade spiritual root, and his cultivation speed is terrifyingly slow even at the first level of Qi Refining. Each small realm is a hurdle, and perhaps it won't be long before he is just like the other party.
Yang Changsheng ate another bowl of spiritual porridge, then smiled and comforted Wang Ergou, saying, "Heaven rewards diligence. You reap what you sow. You're still young; who can predict the future?"
Young people should be energetic, not listless. Even if they fail in the end, they have at least tried and can give an account to their Dao heart, thus not wasting their destiny with the immortals.
Compared to those mortals with extremely low sensitivity to each of the five elements and no possibility of cultivation, the boy from a farming family was still much stronger.
Moreover, according to records in the Lu Family's Immortal Cultivation Miscellany, a thousand years ago in a certain cultivation kingdom, there was an elderly cultivator with a low-grade spiritual root who successfully established his foundation.
In the area near Lujia Biyue Lake, there are many rumors of people building their foundations over the course of sixty years.
The vast cultivation world is boundless and full of opportunities. Unlike my previous life, it was not a stagnant pool where individual power was completely crushed and nothing was impossible.
"Brother Changsheng, I understand!"
Wang Ergou nodded heavily, his eyes filled with even greater determination. He vowed to study the art of spirit plant cultivation diligently and achieve something in his familiar field.
"Kid, each person can only eat a maximum of two bowls of this Jade Crystal Rice Porridge."
The old cook of the Liu family looked at the handsome young man who was walking over with a bowl, and said with displeasure.
For cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, one bowl of this mid-grade spiritual rice porridge is enough to sustain them for a whole day of cultivation, and they need no further food. Eating more would make them too weak to absorb the nutrients, resulting in an excess of Qi and blood.
The casual laborers couldn't possibly finish this pot of spiritual porridge; most of it should belong to him.
"Oh well."
Yang Changsheng chuckled, put down the white porcelain bowl, said nothing more, and walked straight out to return to his stone house to cultivate.
Wang Ergou also got up and left, planning to start the breeding work today.
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At dawn, after finishing his breathing exercises, Yang Changsheng shouldered his fine steel hoe, walked out of the courtyard, and strode towards the five acres of spiritual land allocated to him.
The Lingtian fields are located on the east side of the valley, several miles away from Lingnongju. Each field is spaced apart from the others and covered with a thin layer of snow. The soil is a deep, dark brown color and as hard as iron.
Ding!
Yang Changsheng tried to dig with a hoe. There was a muffled sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Only a shallow white mark was left on the surface of the frozen soil. The force of the shock made the tiger's mouth of a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining go numb.
"That's interesting, but that's about it."
He weighed the hoe in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.
hum!
With a slight circulation of Qi and blood within his body, a tremendous force rose from his waist and abdomen, reaching his arms. With a single swing of his arm, he channeled a divine force of four thousand jin, making the heavy steel hoe feel as light as a feather in his hand.
The hoe swings seem casual, yet they possess a peculiar rhythm.
boom! boom! boom!
The dull, powerful knocking sound echoed through the empty spirit field, sparks flying everywhere. The hard frozen soil shattered under the power of the Nine Revolutions of the Sun and Moon Forging Scripture and the third level of body refinement.
Large clods of earth were easily crushed into powder, and the hard pebbles hidden in the soil were precisely picked out by the thin rope he created with his water manipulation technique and tossed to the distant edge of the field.
His movements were swift and efficient, each hoe strike perfectly timed, turning over the soil, breaking up the clods, and removing debris all in one smooth motion.
The leveled land was soft and even, far superior to the small plot of land that other short-term workers had to work hard for half a day, sweating profusely and aching all over, to clear.