Spirit Plant Entry: Immortality Begins with Farming

The morning mist still clung to the low eaves of the shantytown, but Chen Yuan was already squatting on the ridge of the eight acres of empty field.

The soil beneath my feet was soft and fine, the dew soaked through the soles of my shoes, and a chill crept up my feet.

He untied the cloth bag at his waist and poured twenty catties of golden thread grass seeds into the wooden basin with a splash—dusty, shriveled, no different from those that drift in the wind in the wild.

With these, we can create grass that can continuously radiate spiritual energy.

He saw the look in Widow Li's eyes yesterday.

It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but this matter was far beyond her understanding, something she had only known for half her life.

Chen Yuan scooped out a pound of seeds and spread them evenly on a burlap sack. He pressed his hand against it; it felt rough and lifeless.

He closed his eyes and sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Five stars are hanging in the air.

The pale golden "Nourish" star that shone when the Qingyuan Vine was saved is now glowing warmly. The vibrant green "Growth" star that was active when the Edelweiss was ripened is also quietly waiting nearby.

He recalled the moment he first transmigrated, his fingertips brushing against the golden thread grass with its inscription by the edge of the field—its leaves were rough, its stem broken, and it smelled strongly of grass, but the line under the inscription, "[weak spiritual energy]," was real. The most lowly grass had coincidentally caught the thinnest wisp of spiritual energy in the world and preserved it.

Chen Yuan placed his hands loosely over the seed, and the Laogong acupoints in his palms felt slightly warm.

The pale golden "nourishing" principle flows out first, gently, like spring night rain, seeping into the shriveled seed shell.

The seeds didn't sprout.

Chen Yuan was in no hurry. He separated a wisp of his divine sense and activated the emerald green "Growth" star.

A vibrant green bursts forth, yet it doesn't blend with the golden light, like two streams of different colors, one gently nourishing the bottom, the other pushing upwards.

Time passed by, drop by drop.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Simultaneously activating two laws, even just a trace of them, consumes a terrifying amount of divine sense and spiritual power. The spiritual power he cultivated through the Long Breath Technique in his dantian was rapidly depleted, and the blood ginseng mark on his right arm was faintly burning, as if it were craving this life force, but he forcefully suppressed it.

After an incense stick has burned.

The seeds on the linen still looked grayish.

But within the scope of the entry, the words have changed:

Golden thread grass seeds (group)

[Status: Nourished by the Laws, life potential stimulated by 15%, spiritual resonance tendency strengthened (5%)]

[Estimated germination time: shortened by 65%]

[Estimated probability of entry generation (minor spiritual influence): Increased to 18%]

18%?

Chen Yuan frowned. No way.

He planted eight acres of land, but only eighteen out of a hundred trees had spiritual energy, which was not what he wanted.

It's not that we're on the wrong path, it's that we're not putting our effort into it.

He stopped, took a breath, and stared at the pile of seeds.

Perhaps... I shouldn't have been so greedy.

With his fingers, he carefully picked out ten seeds from the pile—not with his eyes, but with his divine sense through the perception of the words, selecting the ones with the most vitality and the most well-formed embryos, and placed them in the center of the cloth.

Let's try a different approach.

Instead of spreading out two forces like a pancake to cover everything, he focused almost all his mental and spiritual energy on these ten "seeds".

The verdant "growth" principle condenses into ten emerald threads, thinner than a hair, which precisely pierce the deepest part of the seed embryo.

The "nourishing" principle of pale gold follows closely, but instead of pouring it in like before, it warms it from the outside in like a swaddling cloth, making up for the minor damage that occurred during storage, and warming that bit of vitality.

Focus, and take it slow.

This time, I can see again.

The ten seeds gradually swelled in their gray shells, turning a moist, dark brown color, with a very faint sheen of water appearing on their surface.

Within the field of view, the words jump around rapidly:

Golden Thread Grass Seeds (Preferred Seed Heads)

[Status: Deep Law Infusion, 92% of Life Potential Activated, Spiritual Resonance Structure Reconstruction Completed...]

[Estimated germination time: shortened by 97%]

【预计词条生成概率（微弱灵气）：89%…94%…97%…99%…100%！】

[Warning: The injection of laws has reached the current material's tolerance limit; continued injection may trigger structural collapse.]

Chen Yuan immediately stopped.

The ten seeds in the center of the cloth have changed dramatically—they are plump and round, dark brown to almost black, with fine golden patterns on their surface. They feel warm and smooth like jade to the touch and exude a clear spiritual energy.

It became.

Ten seeds, imbued with the laws of nature and pushed to their limits, are destined to produce faint spiritual energy.

Ten blades of grass can't turn the world upside down.

Chen Yuan looked at the pile of ordinary seeds next to him, and then at the eight acres of land in front of him.

An even wilder idea popped into my head.

He picked up a seed and held it in his palm.

The dim star in his sea of ​​consciousness, which had lit up due to the remnants of the Qingyuan Vine and represented "connection" or "symbiosis," was gently touched by his remaining divine sense.

Then, he mixed the remaining power of the "Nourishing" law, which had been mostly used up but was now more refined, with a trace of the "Growth" law, and wrapped it around the "seed".

Then, he carefully guided the lingering energy of the law, which carried the characteristics of the "seed head," like a drop of ink falling into water, towards the pile of ordinary seeds next to him.

It's not "irrigate," it's "dye."

These ordinary seeds are allowed to grow in an environment imbued with the spiritual energy of their "seed head" from the moment they sprout.

The process is slow and laborious. Most of the power of the law is scattered in the air, and only one in ten can truly "taint" it.

However, in the entry's view, the status bar of the pile of ordinary seeds had an extra line:

[Environmental Immersion: Slight spiritual energy tendency (extremely small amount, stability to be observed)]

The probability has climbed from almost zero to 3%-6%, and is still moving upwards very slowly.

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up.

He suppressed the stinging pain in his consciousness and the emptiness in his dantian, and similarly separated the ten "seeds" to "dye" the surrounding large number of ordinary seeds one by one. At the same time, he constantly adjusted the ratio and penetration method of the two laws of power, looking for the most effortless and effective "dyeing" method.

As the sun climbed to its zenith, the last vestiges of the law dissipated.

Chen Yuan's face was as white as paper, and he could barely sit up, only managing to stay upright by supporting himself on his knees.

My dantian felt strangely empty, and my consciousness felt like it was being pricked by needles, a sharp, stinging pain.

On the burlap in front of him, ten “seed heads” stood solemnly like generals, while nearly twenty pounds of ordinary seeds around them had already been “dyed”.

These seeds may look the same, but they are different inside.

He struggled to his feet and carefully separated and put away the "seed head" and the "dyed seed".

The "seed heads" need to be carefully nurtured, serving as the core and source of the seed. The "dyed seeds," on the other hand, should be mixed into the remaining large batch of ordinary seeds and scattered together.

Eight acres of land will become a huge nurturing ground. With the "seed head" as the hidden stake and the "dyed seed" as the node, all the golden thread grass will attract and resonate with each other during their growth. In the end, the entire field may be filled with a very thin but real spiritual energy field.

The grass that can be imbued with the "weak spiritual energy" attribute will be several times more abundant than the wild grass.

This is the root of the plan.

Selling the grass ring to mortals and rogue cultivators in exchange for spirit stones sounds absurd. But what if this grass ring could truly continuously emit a trace of spiritual energy that has a warming and nourishing effect on mortal bodies?

For ordinary people, spirit stones are useless to hoard but a pity to discard, but for him, they are "materials" that can be selected, accumulated, and even transformed and utilized.

A cycle that begins at the very bottom, in the place that no one looks down upon, quietly begins to turn.

Chen Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the low rooftops of the shantytown.

He carefully collected the seeds, his steps slightly unsteady, yet he walked steadily toward Yuancaotang.

It's time to plant the seeds.