Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes in Both Realms

Chapter 6 People from the Chen Family Arrive

Several months later.

Winter arrived quietly.

The weather in the Xiyu Mountains is getting colder and colder.

The spiritual rice in the ten acres of spiritual fields has grown into strong seedlings that are half a person tall.

In addition to the most basic tasks of rainmaking and irrigation, the two spirit farmers, Li Buxing and Lin Xuan, also had to take turns removing pests and weeds from the spirit rice.

The pests and weeds in the spirit field are not ordinary insects or fungi, and they are very troublesome to deal with.

Managing ten acres of spiritual fields sometimes requires working for most of the day.

Therefore, Lin Xuan and Li Buxing did not have much time for cultivation.

As for Jiang Yun, he has plenty of time to cultivate.

Over the past few months, he has mastered the Golden Mystic Needle magic weapon to perfection.

This day.

Heavy snow fell in the Xiyu Mountains.

In less than half an hour, snow had already accumulated on the ground.

The robust rice seedlings were gradually buried by the snow.

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing were constantly busy, having to clear the snow from the spirit rice every so often.

Jiang Yun stood in front of the wooden house, gazing at the snow-covered landscape, when suddenly she saw a fox appear near the duck pen.

The fox seemed to be starving and was drooling over the duck.

Jiang Yun walked over, killed a duck, and threw it to it.

The fox glanced timidly at Jiang Yun, then disappeared into the depths of the dense forest with the duck in its beak.

Jiang Yun didn't pity the fox.

He just wanted to know if, years later, a fox in human form would find him and ask:

Have you ever rescued a fox on a snowy mountain?

……

Time goes by.

September of the following year.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The spiritual rice in the ten acres of spiritual fields has ripened.

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing began harvesting the spirit rice.

This time last year.

The previous keeper of the fields, Feng Hongxu, was killed by Chen Zhu of the Chen family.

Next, Jiang Yun may also face danger.

However, he had already come up with a solution.

He summoned Lin Xuan and Li Buxing and instructed them:

"You may harvest the spirit rice as usual. If anyone from the Chen family comes to kill you, just say that I went to the Song family."

"If anyone from the Song family comes to kill me, just say I went to the Chen family."

"If the Song and Chen families attack at the same time, just say that I have already fled back to the camp to get reinforcements."

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing kept it in mind and nodded repeatedly.

Over the course of the year, the two had become completely obedient to Jiang Yun.

There's no other reason than that, over the years, only Jiang Yun has treated them like human beings.

Five days later.

Thanks to the hard work of Lin Xuan and Li Buxing, five of the ten mu of spiritual fields have already been harvested.

Five mu of spiritual fields yield about three hundred jin of spiritual rice.

Ten catties of spirit rice for one spirit stone.

Under normal circumstances, these ten acres of spirit fields would yield an income of sixty spirit stones per year.

The following morning.

The sixth day of the harvest of the sacred rice.

Two unexpected guests suddenly arrived.

"Haha, Lin Xuan, Li Buxing, it's me again, Grandpa Chen! Hand over the spirit rice obediently!"

Inside the wooden house, Jiang Yun was resting with her eyes closed when she suddenly heard wild laughter coming from outside.

"The visitor introduced himself as Uncle Chen, so he must be Chen Zhu from the Chen family."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun immediately used a concealment technique to quietly walk out of the wooden house and look in the direction of the spirit field.

Chen Zhu, accompanied by a follower, leaped and landed in front of Lin Xuan and Li Buxing.

"Mr. Chen, you've arrived."

Upon seeing this, Lin Xuan and Li Buxing greeted each other with smiles and clasped their hands in a gesture of respect.

"Jiang Yun, the field keeper of the Jiang family, come out and face your death!"

Chen Zhu, however, looked at the wooden house and shouted, "If you're willing to hand over all your belongings, I might spare your life!"

In the year that followed, Chen Zhu had already found out everything.

The new guardian of the Jiang family's No. 9 spiritual field is named Jiang Yun, who has the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

This person is quiet and unnoticed within the family, with no presence whatsoever.

He has been meditating and cultivating for more than ten years, but he has no experience in fighting magic and no powerful magic weapons.

He, Chen Zhu, manipulated him casually.

"Master Chen, our Steward Jiang has gone to the Song family's sacred fields."

Lin Xuan spoke in the manner Jiang Yun had instructed him to use.

In fact, Jiang Yun was standing right next to the wooden house, observing their every move.

Chen Zhu asked, "What are you going to the Song family's sacred field for?"

"We're not entirely sure either." Li Buxing wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Probably to do what Master Chen is doing now... hehe."

Chen Zhu exclaimed in surprise, "He dares to rob Song Feipeng? He's got some nerve!"

After saying that, Chen Zhu began to mutter to himself.

"That kid Jiang Yun is probably going to die at Song Feipeng's hands. What a pity."

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing smiled apologetically.

He didn't reveal any flaws from beginning to end.

Chen Zhu looked around and asked, "Where did you put the harvested spirit rice?"

Lin Xuan respectfully replied, "Reporting to Master Chen, the usual place."

"Chen Dali, go and fetch it," Chen Zhu ordered his subordinate.

Chen Dali has the cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

He knew the way well and went to the wooden house where the spirit rice was stored, and retrieved three hundred catties of spirit rice.

Getting 300 catties of spirit rice is equivalent to getting 30 spirit stones.

Chen Zhu was very satisfied.

But he didn't seem satisfied.

"You continue harvesting the spirit rice. Chen Dali, you go too. Be quick and take it all with you later."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan and Li Buxing got busy again, and Chen Dali joined in as well.

Chen Zhu looked up, squinted at the sun, and strode towards the wooden house where Jiang Yun was.

At this moment, Jiang Yun was preparing to sneak over and deliver a fatal blow to Chen Zhu.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhu walked over on his own, without any warning.

As Chen Zhu drew closer, Jiang Yun held her breath, her Golden Needle poised to strike.

"Whoosh."

Suddenly, Jiang Yun decisively unleashed the Golden Mystic Needle, aiming it at Chen Zhu's heart.

Chen Zhu sensed a strong fluctuation of magical power.

However, the distance was too close.

The golden needle had pierced his heart.

Chen Zhu's chest jerked forward, followed by excruciating pain; his life was rapidly slipping away.

"Who?"

He looked around but didn't see anyone.

In a panic, he released his divine sense, but a series of sharp pains came from his chest.

Jiang Yun's sneak attack succeeded. To prevent Chen Zhu from retaliating before his death, he continued to manipulate the Golden Needle, piercing Chen Zhu's chest with 108,000 holes.

Poor Chen Zhu died without ever knowing who killed him.

He lost all life and lay on the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Jiang Yun saw that Chen Zhu was completely dead.

Only then did he retrieve the Golden Needle and remove his concealment technique, revealing himself.

He walked to Chen Zhu's body, squatted down, and began to grope around.

Murder and looting a corpse are basic operations that anyone can do.

After searching around, Jiang Yun found a palm-sized bag on Chen Zhu's waist.

"Storage bag!"

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've always seen pigs run.

Jiang Yun recognized it at a glance as a storage bag.

He quickly put away the storage bag and then made a hand seal.

Suddenly, a fire dragon appeared and rushed straight at Chen Zhu.