Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes in Both Realms

"Lin Xuan, Li Buxing, who is this gentleman?"

As they reached the edge of the spirit field, Jiang Yun's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the original tranquility.

His appearance came without warning, startling Lin Xuan and the others who were harvesting rice, causing them to freeze in their tracks.

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing looked closely and saw Jiang Yun there, but Chen Zhu was nowhere to be seen.

The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with turmoil.

What's going on?

Why does Brother Jiang appear and disappear so mysteriously?

Where did Chen Zhu go again?

A series of questions filled Lin Xuan and Li Buxing's minds.

Despite his doubts, Lin Xuan quickly bowed and answered:

"This is Chen Dali from the Chen family, who came to steal our spirit rice."

"A mere Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator dares to steal spirit rice? Are you tired of living?"

Jiang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Chen Dali with a half-smile.

“Who…who are you?”

Chen Dali naturally dared not come alone to snatch the spirit rice.

He dared to act this way because he was with Chen Zhu.

But right now, his backer Chen Zhu is nowhere to be found.

He was truly terrified, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

Seeing this, Li Buxing immediately straightened his back and, using the guise of a tiger, shouted:

"This is our Steward Jiang; he's in charge of this spirit field!"

"You're Jiang Yun!" Chen Dali's face turned deathly pale, and he looked around in terror. "Where's Chen Zhu?"

Jiang Yun sneered, "You'll be meeting him soon."

"Wind Control Technique, Swift!"

Chen Dali quickly realized that Chen Zhu was in grave danger and had probably already died at Jiang Yun's hands.

He made a decisive move and escaped on the wind.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Jiang Yun snorted coldly and made a hand seal.

A beam of emerald green light shot out—it was the Wooden Prison Technique.

Suddenly, the soil beneath Chen Dali's feet churned, and two thick tree roots shot out, instantly wrapping around his ankles and climbing upwards.

Soon, Chen Dali was completely entangled by the tree roots, looking like a rice dumpling.

"Fire Dragon Technique!"

Jiang Yun remained expressionless and made another hand seal.

A fiery dragon roared out, carrying scorching heat, and crashed straight into the bound Chen Dali.

"what!"

Chen Dali screamed in agony as he was instantly engulfed by the raging flames.

Once the flames died down, where could one find any trace of the living?

"Brother Jiang is awesome!"

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing immediately stepped forward to flatter Jiang Yun after seeing him easily defeat Chen Dali.

"Chen Dali has four spirit stones on him; you two should each receive two."

Jiang Yun's gaze swept over the ashes on the ground, where, besides the ashes, four spirit stones remained.

"Brother Jiang, do you mean we should have all four spirit stones?"

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing stared wide-eyed at Jiang Yun in disbelief.

Jiang Yun nodded slightly.

"This isn't an older brother, he's clearly a godfather!"

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing were overjoyed and excitedly took the spirit stones, carefully hiding them on their bodies.

They worked as spirit farmers their whole lives, and their monthly salary, earned by working themselves to the bone, was only two fragments of spirit stones. They had never owned a whole spirit stone.

I never imagined that following Jiang Yun would yield two spirit stones in just one year! It's like a dream.

At this moment, Jiang Yun's expression darkened, and he instructed:

"Don't mention today's events to anyone. Just pretend the Chen family never came, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan and Li Buxing's hearts tightened, and they replied in unison, "Understood!"

"It's nothing, you can continue harvesting the spirit rice."

After dealing with Chen Dali, Jiang Yun strode towards the wooden house.

He prepared to go back and open the storage bag to see what was inside.

Watching Jiang Yun's departing figure, Lin Xuan and Li Buxing were filled with respect.

Lin Xuan lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jiang is indeed a man of great talent."

Li Buxing corrected, "What Brother Jiang? That's my godfather!"

"Haha," Lin Xuan joked, "Brother Jiang doesn't acknowledge us two good-for-nothing adopted sons."

"By the way," Li Buxing said seriously, "did you say Chen Zhu was killed by Brother Jiang?"

"That must be it," Lin Xuan affirmed. "A living person can't just disappear into thin air."

"That makes sense," Li Buxing analyzed. "Chen Zhuruo is still alive; she can't just watch Chen Dali die in vain."

"Brother Jiang is amazing! He killed Chen Zhu without making a sound during the fight. His cultivation is truly unfathomable!"

"Absolutely, absolutely."

……

Inside the wooden house.

Jiang Yun closed the door and took out the storage bag she had just obtained.

He opened the storage bag and dumped everything out.

With a series of crackling sounds, the contents of the storage bag appeared before Jiang Yun's eyes.

"Forty-six low-grade spirit stones."

"A mid-grade magic artifact and two talismans."

After taking stock...

Jiang Yun's spoils from killing Chen Zhu included forty-six spirit stones, a mid-grade magic weapon, two talismans, and a storage bag.

Life is getting better.

He put the spirit stones back into his storage bag and picked up the talisman to examine it.

"This is a low-level communication talisman; it can only transmit messages up to a hundred miles away."

"The other one is a mid-grade first-tier ice sword talisman, which is worth at least fifteen spirit stones."

After examining the talisman.

Jiang Yun picked up the mid-grade magic weapon and examined it closely.

Just as Lin Xuan said, it was a magic weapon shaped like a short stick, about a foot long.

Three lifelike eagles are carved on it.

At the very end, the name of the ritual implement is also carved—the snake-beating stick.

"This mid-grade magic artifact is worth at least two to three hundred spirit stones. We've made a huge profit."

Jiang Yun, holding a snake-beating stick, left the wooden house and walked into the forest, where he found a large rock.

"go!"

He poured his magical power into the snake-slaying staff and hurled it at the boulder.

The snake-beating stick swelled in mid-air, transforming into three enormous phantom eagles.

An eagle appeared, swooping down towards the boulder with a sharp, piercing sound.

"boom."

A loud bang, flying debris and dust.

The hard boulder shattered into pieces in an instant.

The three illusory eagles still hovered majestically in the sky.

As long as the magical artifact is not destroyed, Jiang Yun's magical power can continue to provide, allowing the three eagles to tirelessly attack the enemy.

"The power of a mid-grade magic weapon is indeed incomparable to that of a low-grade magic weapon."

Jiang Yun put the magic artifact back into his storage bag and returned to the front of the wooden house with satisfaction.

In the spirit field not far away.

Lin Xuan and Li Buxing obtained two spirit stones and harvested the spirit rice with great enthusiasm.

They would occasionally whisper among themselves, their words filled with admiration for Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun was in a great mood.

Murder and arson bring wealth and honor.

This unexpected windfall greatly increased his power.

Even so, he would not provoke others.

They would never do what Chen Zhu did, stealing spiritual rice for a pittance and losing their lives in the process.

The most important thing right now is to harvest the spirit rice as soon as possible and then hand it over to the family.

In this way, no one will have designs on you.