Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

"Zheng—!"

A streak of icy blue sword light shot into the sky.

The long sword in Ji Lingxiao's hand transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the huge black gold stone.

But he didn't smash it directly.

That's too crude and lacks sophistication.

What he wants to demonstrate is control, precision, and the agile thinking and hand speed that only young people possess!

The sword light was like a dragon, swirling and flying around the black gold stone.

Stone chips flew everywhere, like a gray snowfall.

In the blink of an eye.

That originally irregular boulder was actually sculpted into a perfectly round well opening.

Even the anti-slip patterns on the well rim are carved neatly, with the depth of each pattern perfectly accurate.

"rise!"

Ji Lingxiao made a sword incantation with his hand and pointed downwards.

The sword light instantly pierced the ground, cutting straight down as easily as slicing tofu.

Rumbling--

The ground trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a jet of clear, cool underground water gushed out and landed right in the newly carved well opening.

The water level rose, and came to a stop exactly three inches below the edge of the well.

It is so clear that you can even see the clouds in the sky reflected in the water.

The audience was silent.

The members of the Jiang family stared wide-eyed, dropping their hoes to the ground.

Is this the power of the Sword Master?

Can you even make digging a well look like art?

If this guy went to the mortal world to contract projects, even if he were a thousand years old, he would be the most sought-after contractor!

Aunt Jiang was the first to react, clapping and cheering.

"Excellent! Excellent skill!"

"This extraordinary skill requires centuries of dedicated practice to master!"

Ji Lingxiao's slightly smug smile froze instantly.

For thousands of years...

These three words were like a curse, clinging to him relentlessly.

He sheathed his sword with a graceful and swift movement, trying to use his dashing posture to cover up his inner collapse.

"This water vein leads directly to an underground spring; long-term consumption can prolong life."

He emphasized the four words "prolong life and improve health".

His gaze drifted towards Jiang Yining almost imperceptibly.

It's as if it's saying: Look, follow me, and you'll have meat to eat and live a long life.

Jiang Yining walked over and peered into the well.

It is indeed excellent water, brimming with vitality.

She nodded in satisfaction, then turned and gave Ji Lingxiao a thumbs up.

"Not bad, not bad."

"As expected, the Sword Master is still as sharp as ever, and his prowess remains undiminished."

Ji Lingxiao's temple throbbed.

"Still as sharp as ever?" Is that a compliment?

This was clearly a reminder to him that he was Old Knife!

"but……"

Jiang Yining changed the subject and pointed to the wasteland in the distance.

"Now that we have water, the irrigation system must be put in place as well."

"One well isn't enough. We need to feed hundreds of people, so we need to cultivate the land."

"I think the ground over there is a bit hard; an ordinary ox probably wouldn't be able to plow it."

She looked at Ji Lingxiao with a smile, her eyes gleaming with calculation.

"Since the Sword Master's sword energy is as fine as silk and his control is so precise..."

"How about..."

Ji Lingxiao took a deep breath. He realized it.

This woman is basically using him as free labor.

Forget about age differences and generation gaps.

Those are all excuses! She just wants to squeeze every last drop of value out of him!

but……

He glanced at Jiang Lei, who was playing with water by the well with a small wooden bucket.

The little guy was having a great time, giggling and laughing.

"Water flies high!"

My son, who rarely smiles, was laughing heartily.

Ji Lingxiao's heart, which remained calm even in the face of thousands of troops, instantly melted into a pool of spring water.

Let alone plowing the land.

Even if he had to turn this desolate abyss upside down, he would accept it!

"What do you want?"

Ji Lingxiao asked resignedly.

Jiang Yining took out a drawing she had already prepared from her storage bag.

The surface was covered with dense drawings of the course of ditches and the plans for the spiritual fields.

"It's very simple."

"Dig the trench and loosen the soil according to this plan."

"The requirements are not high: three feet deep and two feet wide, with soil that is finely broken like powder to facilitate seed germination."

Ji Lingxiao took the blueprints and glanced at them.

This amount of work would take an ordinary person at least three to five years to complete.

But in his eyes, it was just a matter of a few sword strikes.

"Since I have agreed to serve as a guest minister."

"You should take responsibility for things you can't do."

Ji Lingxiao tossed the blueprint into the air, and countless tiny sword energies burst forth from his body.

Like locusts in flight, they instantly covered that wasteland.

He silently comforted himself.

This isn't farming. This is honing one's sword intent.

This is spiritual practice!

Jiang Yining watched Ji Lingxiao frantically unleashing sword energy over there.

A triumphant smile curled at the corner of his lips.

You little brat, even if you're a thousand-year-old monster, in my hands you're just a high-level laborer.

If you swing your hoe well, no corner is too big to dig down.

If you use reverse psychology skillfully, no great person will refuse to work.

"Sis, that's a brilliant move of yours."

Jiang Wensi, Jiang's cousin, came over and looked at Jiang Yining with admiration.

"This is the Sword Master Lingxiao! Countless people would beg to even meet him."

"They're actually plowing our land now?"

"If this gets out, the fairies in the cultivation world will probably cry themselves to death."

Jiang Yining took the peeled sunflower seeds and popped them into her mouth.

"That's called making the best use of resources."

"Besides, if he's willing, what can I do?"

She looked at Ji Lingxiao's back, which, though busy, remained upright.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Although this person is a bit old and has a bad temper.

But his work ability is truly impeccable.

If I could stay and work as a long-term laborer...

It seems pretty good?

Just then, I saw several flying swords streak across the sky in the distance.

You can tell they're from the Lingxiao Sword Sect just by looking at their uniform clothes.

Jiang Yining clicked her tongue inwardly. What a coincidence! She was just about to make good use of the Sword Master.

His sect came knocking on his door.

Jiang Yining subconsciously looked at Ji Lingxiao, who was plowing the field.

There stood the Sword Master, who had just been so imposing.

The sword energy in his hand suddenly veered off course.

They directly chopped down a newly dug ditch.

Jiang Yining: !!!

What's wrong with this old man?

Was he afraid that his sect disciples would find out that he, a dignified Sword Master, had been slept with by a mere female cultivator and was being used as a tool to dig in the ground?