Heaven rewards diligence: Survive until you reach immortality in the newbie village!

Chen Mo squatted by the stove in Wang the blacksmith's house.

He held a thin bamboo stick in his hand and was carefully probing into the seam of the bellows's leather bag.

"There's a lot of dust in here, and the air ducts are all blocked, so it's naturally difficult to pull it up."

With a flick of a bamboo skewer, a small clump of black ash mixed with coal dust fell out.

Uncle Wang squatted to the side, rubbing his large, fan-like hands on his knees. Sweat mixed with stove ash etched deep lines on his dark face. He handed over a bowl of cool water that had just been drawn from the well.

"Xiao Mo, take a break and soothe your throat."

Chen Mo didn't stand on ceremony, took the bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The cool well water rushed down my throat, extinguishing the heat in my chest.

He casually tossed the bamboo skewer on the ground and dusted off his hands.

"It's done, Uncle Wang, you give it a try."

Uncle Wang stepped forward, gripped the lever, and exerted force with his waist.

"Whoosh—hiss—"

The muffled sound of the bellows became steady and powerful, and the flames in the furnace suddenly leaped up half a foot high, turning his face bright red.

"That feels great! Much smoother than before!"

Daily Task: Help Blacksmith Wang repair the bellows (Completed)

[Task Rewards: Experience +100, Basic Machinery Repair Proficiency +20, Villager Wang the Blacksmith's Favorability +2.]

Chen Mo noted the income in his mind, then turned and walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Outside, the sun was blazing, baking the dirt road until it emitted white smoke.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes and walked towards Uncle Black Bull's house. Little Tiger's leg injury needed its second dressing change today.

The courtyard gate was ajar. As soon as it was pushed open a crack, weak groans could be heard coming from inside the house.

"Mother... water..."

"Hey, Mom will pour it for you right away!"

Aunt Hei Niu came out of the inner room carrying an empty bowl. As soon as she saw Chen Mo, her worried face immediately forced a smile.

"Xiao Mo's here! Come in quickly!"

Chen Mo nodded to her and walked straight to the bedside.

Little Tiger's sallow face was covered in cold sweat, but his lips had finally regained some color.

"Uncle, let me take a look at the wound."

Uncle Black Bull quickly helped and gently lifted the thin blanket covering Little Tiger's legs.

Chen Mo reached out and deftly untied the wrapped strips of cloth.

The wound under the bamboo strip had formed a thin layer of dark red scab, and the surrounding redness and swelling had subsided considerably.

He placed two fingers on Xiaohuzi's pulse point and closed his eyes to sense it.

Although the pulse is weak, it has stabilized and the blood and qi are slowly recovering.

Chen Mo had a sudden thought.

Within his dantian, a wisp of spiritual energy, thinner than a hair, was extracted and silently flowed along his meridians into his fingertips.

The gentle warmth, like spring water thawing, silently seeped into the wound beneath Little Tiger's skin.

At the microscopic level, completely imperceptible to the naked eye, those ruptured tendons and blood vessels are slowly wriggling and connecting at a rate 30% faster than natural healing.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand, his expression unchanged.

He took out the newly prepared medicinal powder from his pocket, sprinkled it evenly, and then used clean strips of cloth and bamboo strips to fix it in place.

"The recovery is going well."

His voice was calm.

"At this rate, in another ten days or so, I'll be able to walk with crutches."

Uncle Black Bull's tense body suddenly relaxed, his eyes instantly reddened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Xiao Mo, Uncle..."

"Uncle Black Bull, don't keep thanking me." Chen Mo interrupted him, packed his things, and said, "Take your medicine on time and don't move your legs around. That's more important than anything else."

He left a few words of advice about what to avoid eating, then turned and left.

[Daily Task: Change Little Tiger's Bandage (Completed)]

[Task Rewards: Experience +150, [Miraculous Healing] Proficiency +10, Villager Black Ox Family's Favorability +2.]

The skill 【Miraculous Healing】 only uses a trace of spiritual power each time, consuming very little energy.

They blended in during the dressing change process, without anyone noticing.

It can speed up the treatment process without being shockingly fast.

That's the right way.

Spiritual power isn't for fighting or showing off skills; it's hidden in the everyday things, the trump card for solving problems.

When he returned to his own courtyard, the setting sun cast a long shadow on him.

Chen Mo pushed open the courtyard gate, his gaze falling on the newly cleared open space under the west wall.

Half an acre of spiritual land.

He carefully turned over the soil, its color deep and its moisture exuding a vibrant energy.

He picked up a hoe from under the eaves and walked to the edge of the field.

The moves I rehearsed a thousand times in my dreams last night are finally going to be put to the test.

Chen Mo gripped the cold hoe handle tightly, and the "Returning Dragon to Origin Technique" within his dantian began to circulate on its own.

He raised his hand and brought down the hoe.

The moment the hoe blade broke through the soil, he twisted his waist and back, exerted force with his legs, and a force shot from the soles of his feet straight through his arms.

At the same time, the spiritual energy in the meridians flowed precisely to the corresponding muscle groups, just enough to offset the momentary physical exertion.

puff.

With one stroke of the hoe, the clod of earth was completely turned up, deep and even.

Without pausing, he used the momentum to raise the hoe a second time, then a third time...

His movements became increasingly fluid, and the conversion between spiritual energy and physical strength was seamless.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, hitting the soil and spreading a small patch of dark color.

He felt no fatigue; instead, a warm, comfortable current flowed through his body as he worked.

It was as if he wasn't cultivating the land, but rather breathing in harmony with it.

[Detection indicates that the host has deeply integrated the "Dragon Returning to Origin Technique" with [Basic Farming], triggering a special enlightenment!]

[Proficiency in "The Return of the Hidden Dragon" +50, Proficiency in "Basic Farming" +30.]

[Understanding a Special State: [Returning to Origin Through Labor] (First Steps)]

[Returning to the Origin Through Labor: Labor is cultivation; heaven and earth are a furnace. In this state, physical labor allows one to spontaneously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into cultivation power, and significantly reducing fatigue accumulation.]

Chen Mo stopped what he was doing and exhaled a breath of stale air.

White vapors dispersed in the evening air.

He looked at the hoe in his hand and the mud under his feet, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

This is the true meaning of "returning to the origin".

Integrate yourself into the universe, into every action.

Wielding a hoe is a form of spiritual practice, carrying water is a form of spiritual practice, even breathing is a form of spiritual practice.

When he carried his hoe back to his house, the first wisp of smoke had already risen from the village chimneys.

After rinsing off the sweat and mud, Chen Mo took out two steamed buns from the kitchen, ate them with a dish of pickled vegetables, and sat on the doorstep to finish them.

The night is getting darker.

He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and circulated the "Returning Dragon to Origin Technique" for one cycle, purifying the mixed spiritual energy absorbed during his current state of "Returning to Origin Labor" and returning it all to his dantian.

He did not sleep after finishing his cultivation.

My mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

【The Great Dream of Truth】.

The feeling of weightlessness vanished in an instant, and he once again entered that chaotic dream space.

This time, he wanted to try something different.

A barely perceptible wisp of divine consciousness, like the finest spider silk, emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness, passed through the wall, and cautiously spread toward Granny Sun's house next door.

The old man was sleeping soundly.

The divine sense tentacles easily bypassed the courtyard wall and approached the tightly closed window.

The moment I touched the edge of Grandma Sun's dream, a faint but resilient resistance came, like touching a warm film.

Chen Mo did not force his way in, but simply attached his divine sense to it and quietly sensed it.

Inside the thin film, a blurred image flows.

A young woman wearing a floral print shirt, holding a swaddled baby, stood under a crooked tree at the village entrance, gazing into the distance.

The wind blew through her hair; she smiled, but tears streamed down her face.

Chen Mo felt a slight tremor in his heart.

That was Grandma Sun when she was young.

He did not delve any deeper; with a thought, his consciousness receded like the tide.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, his forehead already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The consumption of spiritual energy far exceeded expectations. Moreover, peeping into other people's dreams could easily disturb them or even damage their soul if one was not careful.

It is a powerful weapon, and also a deadly one.

It needs to be hidden even deeper.

Chen Mo lay down and pulled the thin blanket over himself.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like frost, and a dog barked once or twice in the distance, before falling silent again.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

A fulfilling day.