Spirit Plant Entry: Immortality Begins with Farming

Under the eaves of the thatched house, the rough earthenware bowl rested quietly in the shadows.

The remnant of the Qingyuan vine in the pot had been half-dead for more than three months. There was no trace of green on the vine, and only the bottom part touching the soil still had a faint trace of life that was almost imperceptible.

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged in front of the earthen bowl, his right hand hovering above the rim of the bowl, palm down.

He closed his eyes, sensing the dormant, bloodthirsty spirit vine within his body—it coiled beside his dantian like a hibernating venomous snake, its dark red body rising and falling slightly with his breath.

"Let's begin."

He said something in a low voice.

Driven by his will, the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine slowly emerged from his palm. No longer was it the violent surge of before, but a slow, tentative extension. The dark gray vines drooped from his palm, their tips hovering three inches above the remains of the Qingyuan Vine, trembling gently.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath and drew a wisp of five-colored star power from his dantian, channeling it into the vines along his meridians.

The vine suddenly jerked.

Like a shark smelling blood, the originally docile and drooping spirit vine suddenly straightened up, its tip "whoosh" piercing into the earthen pot, fiercely penetrating the charred body of the Qingyuan vine remains.

boo——

A soft sound, like a bubble being popped.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yuan "saw" it.

Not with the eyes, but with divine sense—the tip of the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine extended and branched wildly inside the Qingyuan Vine, like countless tiny roots, burrowing into every inch of the withered tissue of the remains. Those roots were searching, plundering, and devouring the last remaining essence of the Qingyuan Vine.

The remains of the Qingyuan vine in the earthen pot began to visibly shrink and wither. The charred vine body crumbled inch by inch, turning into ashes that fell in a flurry.

But the Bloodthirsty Vine is not in a good condition.

Chen Yuan felt the part of the vine that had burrowed back into his body trembling violently, not with excitement, but with... pain. Fine blue patterns began to appear on the dark gray vine—the original mark of the Qingyuan Vine. Two completely different forces clashed and tore at each other within the vine.

"Well……"

Chen Yuan grunted, veins bulging on his forehead.

And then something even worse happened.

The Qingyuan Vine is, after all, an ancient spiritual seed. Even if only a trace of its origin remains, the immense vitality and ancient aura contained within it cannot be easily digested by a mutated vine like the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine, which grows by devouring flesh and blood and evil energy.

The backlash began.

The Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine began to spiral out of control. No longer content with devouring the Pure Essence Vine, it turned its attention to the part of the vine connected to Chen Yuan, frantically absorbing his spiritual power, divine consciousness, and even... his life force.

Chen Yuan tried to pull his hand back, but found that the connection between his right palm and the vine was so strong that they were inseparable.

"Damn it..."

He gritted his teeth, trying to forcefully sever the connection. But the vines, like leeches that have smelled blood, clung on tightly.

The five-colored star power in his dantian began to circulate spontaneously.

But this time, it didn't gently nourish and repair. It was angry.

Chen Yuan felt that power begin to boil and swirl, like a volcano about to erupt.

Five-colored light emanated from his meridians, making his skin appear to glow and darken intermittently.

Temperatures began to soar.

At first it was just warm, like soaking in lukewarm water. In a few breaths, the lukewarm water turned into boiling water. Later, the boiling water turned into lava.

He looked down at his right hand.

The bloodthirsty spirit vine that had emerged from the palm was emitting smoke. It wasn't charred black smoke, but rather a chaotic mist rising from the dark gray vine under the intense heat.

Within the mist, wisps of silvery-white flames spontaneously ignited.

The flame was faint, as faint as moonlight. But the temperature was terrifyingly high.

"Starlight...fire?"

Chen Yuan stared blankly at the wisp of flame. It burned along the vine, and wherever it passed, the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine struggled and twisted wildly, and dense black patterns appeared on its body—the resentment, violence, and bloodthirsty instincts accumulated when it devoured Zhao Kui's corpse.

As the flames burned, the black patterns melted silently, like snow meeting the sun.

"ah--!"

A piercing, inhuman scream exploded in Chen Yuan's mind.

It was the lingering consciousness of the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine screaming in agony. The flames were not only burning its physical body, but also its "soul." Those impure thoughts and evil natures that had grown stronger by devouring living beings had nowhere to hide under the burning of the starlight fire.

Chen Yuan collapsed to the ground, his right hand still attached to the vines.

The flames had spread throughout the entire vine. The dark gray vine convulsed violently in the silvery-white flames, like a giant snake struggling in its death throes. The flames burned ever brighter, and the part that had emerged from Chen Yuan's palm began to disintegrate, turning into ashes that fell in a flurry.

But within the ashes, a glimmer of light is gathering.

At first, it was only the size of a grain of rice, dull and lifeless. As it burned in the flames, the light grew brighter and brighter, and the color gradually changed from grayish-white to a chaotic grayish-black—not pure black, nor gray, but rather a kind of "chaos" that was formed by mixing all the colors in the world together and finally settling down.

The flames went out.

The last wisp of silvery-white spark disappeared into that chaotic light.

It became quiet under the eaves of the thatched house.

Chen Yuan lay on the ground, panting heavily, his sweat soaking a large patch of the earth beneath him. He raised his right hand—his palm was empty; the Bloodthirsty Spirit Vine had vanished, leaving only a faint gray mark.

In the very center of that gray mark was a crystal the size of a pigeon's egg.

The crystal is a chaotic color with a smooth surface, but inside it seems as if a nebula is slowly rotating. It is half-embedded in the skin, neither cold nor hot, and has a strange "presence", as if it is an independent little world.

Chaos Divine Crystal.

Chen Yuan propped himself up on the ground and sat up. He stared at the crystal embedded in his flesh in his palm for a long time before suddenly smiling.

His laughter was hoarse, carrying the weariness of someone who had survived a disaster.

"I almost... got swallowed up by the thing I raised."

He swayed as he stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. A thought flashed through his mind, and he tried to activate "Bloodlust Summoning"—

A sharp pain shot through my right palm.

It wasn't the pain from the vines sprouting, but the slight heat from the Chaos Crystal that caused a new vine-like phantom to extend from its edge. The phantom quickly solidified, transforming into a three-foot-long, dark gray vine that grew from the palm of the hand.

The vines were a deep, somber color, covered with fine, chaotic patterns. They hung quietly by his side, as docile as a pet.

Chen Yuan stared at the new vine, and another thought crossed his mind.

The vines swiftly retracted into the palm of the hand, transforming back into a phantom image and disappearing into the divine crystal.

Move again.

The vines sprouted again, this time moving so fast they were just afterimages, their tips like spears piercing towards a millstone-sized rock three zhang away—

puff.

The stone was pierced, leaving a smooth, round hole. When the vines retracted, not a single stone fragment was brought out.

Chen Yuan retracted the vines, looked at the Chaos God Crystal embedded in his flesh in his palm, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he bent down and looked at the earthen pot.

Only a pile of ashes remained in the bowl—the remains of the Qingyuan Vine had completely vanished, leaving not even a trace.

"The old one is dead," he said softly, glancing at his palm. "The new one... what should I call it?"

No one answered.

The footsteps of the Medicine Valley's night patrol disciples could be heard in the distance, along with the flickering light of lanterns. Chen Yuan turned and entered the thatched hut, gently closing the door behind him.

There were no lights on in the room. He sat on the bed, raised his right hand, and held it up to the moonlight filtering through the window paper.

The Chaos Crystal glowed with a hazy light in the darkness, its chaotic patterns slowly flowing, like a living thing breathing. The crystal was half-embedded in his flesh, its texture strange—it was both a part of his body and a separate, foreign object.

Chen Yuan probed a wisp of his divine sense into the crystal.

There were no bloody illusions, no afterimages of battle. There was only an endless, chaotic void, and in the center of that void, a vine-like phantom floated—dark gray, with ancient patterns, quietly taking root.

Around the phantom, tiny, silvery-white sparks drifted.

The embers of starlight.

Chen Yuan withdrew his consciousness and clenched his fist.

The divine crystal in his palm was slightly warm, as if responding to his movements. He could feel a close connection between the newly grown vine and the divine crystal, as if they were of the same origin and one.

The hooting of an owl came from outside, mournful and chilling.

Chen Yuan lay down, placing his right hand behind his head. Before closing his eyes, he took one last look at the night view outside the window.

The moonlight was very bright.

It was so bright that the outline of the solitary peak in Changchun was clearly visible in the distance.