Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 17 Farming: 3 Essentials

A heavy silence fell over the airship. Wang Ergou and the others turned even paler, their fists clenched tightly.

Yang Changsheng silently looked at the neglected "road signs" in the snow below. The cold cruelty of the cultivation world, like the winter wind, truly blew into everyone's heart.

In the path of immortality, only by mastering greater power can one walk this path more steadily.

The two-hour flight passed in monotonous wind and silence, with no one speaking.

As the sun began to set in the west, the airship finally lowered its altitude and began to slowly descend onto a wide, flat area on the edge of the town, kicking up a cloud of snow. Liujiagang Town had finally been reached.

Yang Changsheng followed the others onto this unfamiliar land. Under his feet was solid frozen soil, which made a dull sound when he stepped on it.

Walking inside, Luogang Town appears even more rudimentary than it appears from above. The main street, paved with bluestone, is lined with low wooden and stone buildings, their roofs covered with thick snow.

The town was small, with only a few scattered figures moving about on the streets. Most of them were ordinary mortals, and occasionally one or two cultivators in robes could be seen hurrying by, their faces serious and their steps hurried.

"Keep up, and don't look around." Manager Liu put away the flying boat, his tone cold, and led the group through the town's main street toward the Spirit Field District to the north.

Yang Changsheng subtly observed his surroundings. The spiritual energy here was slightly denser than that of the outer waters of Biyue Lake, but far less than that of the core area. The air carried the unique crispness of the mountains and fields.

For these low-level cultivators and fishermen, it can be considered a treasure land for cultivation. However, such a family-run cultivation town usually does not allow outsiders without blood ties to settle down.

Lingtian District covers a large area, approximately over a hundred acres, most of which is covered with a thin layer of snow. Only a few fields have begun to be plowed, exposing the dark brown soil.

In the distance, the mountains rise and fall, their snow-capped peaks gleaming golden in the afterglow of the setting sun, creating a magnificent scene.

"Ergou, what do you think of this place?" Yang Changsheng slowed his pace and walked alongside Wang Ergou, his voice low.

Wang Ergou tightened his cotton-padded coat, his dark face slightly red from the cold, and gave a simple, honest smile: "It's much better than our village. At least there's plenty of spiritual energy here, so no one will freeze to death. My dad says that in mortal lands, sometimes winter can freeze your ears off!"

Yang Changsheng nodded and said no more.

He had experienced firsthand the cruelty of the world to mortals in his previous life as someone from the bottom of society, and now that he had the chance to become an immortal in this life, he cherished it even more.

After passing through Lingtian District, the group arrived at a courtyard built against the mountain.

The courtyard wall was made of rough mountain stones, about ten feet high, enclosing a fairly large open space. In the middle were two heavy wooden doors, with simple animal-repelling runes carved on them.

Once inside, you can see rows of neat stone houses, each about two zhang square, with thatched roofs, simple yet sturdy.

Most importantly, there is a spirit-locking formation here. Although it is of low grade, it can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Compared with the waters outside the Azure Lake, cultivating on the wooden boat is more efficient.

Clearly, the Liu family has invested a considerable amount of money in its overall development plan.

Manager Liu stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd. He spoke in a deep voice, "This is the 'Spirit Farmer's Residence,' newly built by my Liu family. It's for hired spirit planters to stay temporarily. Each person has their own room, complete with a breeding room and sleeping quarters... Working in the spirit fields is hard work; you only need to do your best, and your wages will be paid in full upon the expiration of the term."

As an emerging force in the cultivation world, what they currently lack is manpower, but they have abundant resources.

He paused, patted his storage bag lightly, and with a thought, a faint light flashed as he took out several items: "Now, I will personally teach you the method of cultivating rice seedlings. The Jade Crystal Rice cultivated by my Liu family is a mid-grade first-level spiritual rice, which requires special cultivation methods to survive."

As the crowd gathered around, Yang Changsheng stood on the periphery, inconspicuous yet able to see everything clearly.

Manager Liu now had a small bag of crystal-clear, jade-like rice seeds in his hand. He took some out and spread it in his palm; the grains were plump and had a faint glow on their surface.

"Is that a storage bag? It's amazing how it can take items out of thin air."

Yang Changsheng glanced at the spirit rice seeds, then his gaze fell on the other person's waist, and he felt a little envious.

If one possesses such a magical artifact, one can carry all their belongings wherever they go without worrying about their home being ransacked, even though they don't have anything of value to begin with.

"Listen carefully, there are three key points to seedling cultivation: water, temperature, and moisture." Manager Liu's voice was calm and his expression was very serious.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "First, the seeds must be soaked in a special spiritual liquid for three days to stimulate their vitality. Then, they are placed on a seedling board and kept moist by casting the Minor Cloud Rain spell every day. Finally, they are nourished with spiritual energy and will grow into seedlings in ten days."

Then, Steward Liu took out a black stone slab about a foot square, its surface covered with fine lines, and the central depression was filled with reddish soil and clear spiritual liquid.

Immediately, he placed a few grains of rice into it, then made a hand seal and chanted: "Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless, clouds moved and rain fell, all things took shape..."

"Buzz!"

As he chanted the mantra and his inner magical power surged, a pale blue mist condensed in his palm, followed by a light drizzle that dripped evenly.

The vibrant water droplets merged with the spiritual liquid, rippling slightly, and the jade crystal rice seeds gently rolled within, gradually emitting a faint blue luster.

"This is the basic Minor Cloud Rain Technique, which you all should understand." Manager Liu withdrew the spell and gestured for everyone to come forward and take a closer look.

The group nodded in agreement. Even if one's water elemental root sensitivity is low, such ordinary water-based spells can still be cast, although the effect will be much weaker.

In the field of spirit plant cultivation, those with high sensitivity to water, wood, and earth spiritual roots are extremely suitable for the job. If all three are balanced, even a low-grade spiritual root is still excellent.

"The technique needs to be applied three times a day, at 1:15 AM, 3:45 PM, and 11:00 PM... No more and no less, otherwise the roots will be waterlogged, and no more will dry out and wither."

Yang Changsheng observed carefully and found that the Lesser Cloud Rain Technique used by Steward Liu was slightly different from the one he used at Biyue Lake. The mist was finer and the spiritual energy was more even, indicating that he was more skilled and far surpassed Yang Changsheng, a mere Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator.

He secretly noted down the key points and pondered how to improve his own techniques. But working in isolation was no match for the well-established methods and experience passed down through generations.

"As for soil preparation... the soil in the spirit field needs to be turned over a foot deep to remove stones and weeds, and then loosened with a small earth-moving technique to allow spiritual energy to circulate. This work is the most arduous and also the most demanding."

Manager Liu took out a low-grade magic weapon hoe from his storage bag. It was covered with array patterns, and its sharp blade gleamed coldly in the setting sun. In addition to its productive use, it also had considerable defensive capabilities.

"Snap!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the hoe cut through the air, its earthy yellow light swirling as it plunged deep into the frozen soil in the distance. With a crisp sound, the hard frozen soil cracked in response.