Spirit Plant Entry: Immortality Begins with Farming

Chapter 18 Visitors After the Rain

Three days after Old Zhao was buried, Chen Yuan rebuilt the thatched shed in the field.

Widow Li helped him lean against the pillar, her eyes still red: "Brother Chen, do you really want to continue planting? The woods to the west..."

"The Flying Feather Sect has sent people to investigate." Chen Yuan tightened the rope. "They won't be coming back anytime soon."

"But what if?"

"If they come," Chen Yuan jumped off the wooden frame, "we'll kill them again."

He spoke calmly, but Widow Li shivered.

The young man before me is different from the one I saw a month ago.

It wasn't his appearance, but his eyes—the dullness and ingratiation often found in the eyes of the lower-class spiritual farmers was gone, replaced by something cold and heavy, like well water in late autumn.

"Oh, right," Chen Yuan pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket, "I gave you some of Uncle Zhao's Qingyang rice seeds."

Widow Li hurriedly waved her hand: "No, this won't do! Uncle Zhao gave it to you—"

"I can't manage eight acres of land by myself." Chen Yuan stuffed the cloth bag into her hands. "Of your two acres, the half acre on the south side has sandy soil, which is perfect for growing Qingyang rice. I'll teach you how to plant it later. You keep most of the harvest, and I'll take the small portion."

"This, this..."

"Strength is capital." Chen Yuan turned around and continued working. "In this world, strength is both the least valuable and the most valuable thing."

Widow Li clutched the cloth bag tightly, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Dressed in white, with a plain hairpin and a blue sachet hanging from her waist.

Su Wanqing stood on the edge of the field, looking at the newly replanted rice seedlings, her brows furrowed slightly.

Chen Yuan put down his hoe, wiped his hands, and walked over: "Commander Sudan."

"You've saved most of your land," Su Wanqing said, her voice cold.

"I was lucky," Chen Yuan said with a smirk. "Or maybe the King of Hell thought I was too poor and refused to take me in."

"It wasn't luck." She turned to look at him. "You used fire slag to set up a simple fire array. It was crude, but the orientation was accurate. Who taught you that?"

Chen Yuan paused for a moment: "Just some random thought. When I was a kid, I played with pebbles and arranged them in formations; now that I'm grown up, I arrange them with slag. It's the same principle."

"I can't figure it out." Su Wanqing took two steps closer. "The location of the slag heaps coincides with the 'Fire generates Earth' formation in the 'Five Elements Basic Formation Explanation.' You've never been to a sect, so where did you see the formation diagram?"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

Can he say that the sapling in his sea of consciousness calculated it itself?

"Never mind." Su Wanqing waved her hand. "I came to ask you, is the main root of that blood-stained golden ginseng still alive?"

"Alive." Chen Yuan led her to a corner of the thatched hut.

In the newly transplanted terracotta pot, the main root of the "Golden Blood Ginseng" was mostly broken, but the remaining part stubbornly sprouted two thin tendrils with dark gold tips. Next to it were four other pots—two mutated species that were intact, and two ordinary ones with slightly curled leaves.

Su Wanqing squatted down and gently touched the roots of the blood ginseng with her fingertips.

A faint trace of spiritual energy probed in.

"He is indeed still alive." She stood up and took out a jade slip from her pouch. "The Golden Thread Ginseng Cultivation Manual, passed down within the Hundred Herbs Hall. In exchange, I'll give you half a ginseng root."

Chen Yuan didn't take it: "If the alchemist needs it, he can take the whole plant. This was an unexpected acquisition, and I have no great use for it."

"It's useful." Su Wanqing looked at him. "Since you want to continue farming, you should understand that in the cultivation of spiritual plants, it's better to know the reason than just how. This jade slip not only contains cultivation methods, but also records of more than a dozen variations of golden thread ginseng, including a speculation on the formation of 'golden-veined blood ginseng'."

Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Why are you helping me?

"I'm not helping you." Su Wanqing handed over the jade slip. "Bai Cao Tang needs a stable source of mutated spiritual plants. The fact that you were able to protect the ginseng seedlings during the monster attack proves that you have this ability. I'm giving you this jade slip so that if you have any new mutations in the future, you can sell them to me first, at a price 20% higher than the market price."

She paused, then added, "Of course, you can refuse if you feel this is charity."

Chen Yuan accepted the jade slip.

The moment the warm, smooth texture touched my hand, the sapling in my mind's eye trembled slightly, as if it had sensed something.

"make a deal."

Su Wanqing nodded, took out a jade knife, and carefully cut off half of the ginseng root and put it into the jade box.

As she was leaving, she suddenly turned back:

"Did you mix hematite powder into the rainwater you used that day?"

"Yes."

"Next time we can try 'Flaming Sun Stone' powder, it's finer and has stronger adhesion." Su Wanqing said calmly, "Also, the ferocity of the Iron Ridge Mountain Demon is not accidental. The Flying Feather Sect discovered the Yin Sha Rift thirty miles to the northwest, showing signs of demonic energy leaking out."

Chen Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

"There won't be a large-scale animal tide in the short term, but small-scale attacks will continue." Su Wanqing looked towards the mountains and forests. "Your fields are at the westernmost part of the shantytown, so you'll be the first to be affected. Take care of yourself."

The man in white walked away.

Chen Yuan stood still, gripping the jade slip tightly.

In the sea of consciousness, a new root quietly emerged beside the sapling of the word entry—thin, with a pale golden hue, intertwined with the one for the [Spirit Plant Status Warning].

[Perception Extension]: Can vaguely perceive abnormal spiritual energy and life threats within a five-zhang radius, lasting for three hours, limited to once per day.

He could feel that his perception range had broadened and become more acute.

However, the daily "nutrients" required have also increased—the number of times entries can be extracted has been reduced from three to two per day.

"Trading one entry opportunity for one day of warnings," Chen Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I really don't know if this deal is profitable or not."

He walked back to the middle of the field, squatted down, and placed his palms on the ground.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly, and the rice seedlings in the field swayed gently in the breeze.

In the distance, the patrolling disciples of the Flying Feather Sect flew across the sky above the mountains and forests on their swords, the sword light drawing a cold arc in the hazy sky.

In the corner of the thatched shed, the newly transplanted golden-veined blood ginseng sprouted its third leaf in the shade.

The golden veins along the leaf edges are a shade deeper than yesterday.

Deeper down at the tip of the main root, a faint trace of blood is slowly spreading along the root hairs.

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged in the thatched shed, with the jade slip given to him by Su Wanqing spread out in front of him.

As spiritual energy flowed in, words and images appeared in his mind. The "Golden Thread Ginseng Cultivation Manual" was more detailed than he had imagined—from seed selection to soil ratio, from irrigation timing to disease prevention, and even included seventeen cases of mutations.

One page is dedicated to "Golden-Veined Blood Ginseng":

"If the Golden Thread Ginseng comes into contact with the essence of living beings, especially the blood of cultivators or demonic beasts, during its mature stage, there is an extremely low probability that it will undergo a mutation. The golden patterns on the Blood Ginseng will deepen, and its medicinal properties will become more potent, making it suitable as an adjunct to Foundation Establishment Pills. However, the difficulty of cultivation will increase exponentially..."

Three key points are listed below:

1. Blood ginseng needs to continuously absorb blood and qi to maintain its mutation.

2. The requirement for soil spiritual energy is increased threefold.

3. The mature stage may attract bloodthirsty monsters.

Chen Yuan closed the jade slip and looked at the pot of blood ginseng in the corner.

The severed root has healed, and two new tendrils have taken root in the soil. The golden veins on the leaves gleam dark red under the lamplight, like dried blood.

"It attracted a monster..." he murmured.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the seedling of the word in the sea of consciousness.

It wasn't a warning—it was a more subtle sense of connection, like something resonating within him. He followed his instincts and looked towards the edge of the field, where Old Zhao had fallen, the soil still tinged with a dark red.

Chen Yuan walked over and squatted down, his fingers touching the blood-stained soil.

hum-

The sea of consciousness trembled violently!

The sapling's roots grew wildly, penetrating the "traces" left in that blood-soaked soil. Fragmented images flooded my mind:

Old Zhao's face when he was young, carrying a hoe to clear land;

In middle age, he would squat on the edge of the field, smoking and sighing as he looked at the sparse rice seedlings.

My fingers trembled when I handed over the Qingyang rice seeds ten days ago;

Finally, at the moment the bone spur pierced his chest, those unspoken words...

"Plant...plant it..."

Chen Yuan abruptly pulled his hand back, panting heavily.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, but something new appeared in his mind—a blood-red leaf, as thin as a cicada's wing, with golden edges.

【Name】：Bloodstained (Remnant)