My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"Phew!" Wei Jing let out a long breath and slowly stood up from the spirit field.

Before he knew it, half a year had passed in a flash, and Wei Jing's life was extremely fulfilling.

Cultivation, farming.

He discovered that by practicing the Yi Wood Soil Cultivation Technique in the spiritual fields, he could feel the breeze blowing through the rice paddies, hear the chirping of insects and birds in nature, and smell the scent of distant grass carried by the breeze.

This greatly benefited his cultivation, and his cultivation speed was even higher than when he secluded himself in the training room in his cave.

As a result, Wei Jing returned to Xiaozhu Peak less and less often, and the intervals between his returns became longer and longer.

Later, he simply lived in a shed next to the spiritual field, considering himself a pure spiritual plant master.

He completely calmed his mind, and his cultivation and farming were carried out in an orderly manner, leading a leisurely and comfortable life.

What pleased him even more was that, despite such a leisurely life, his cultivation had not only not declined, but was steadily progressing.

At this moment, he was not far from the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Plant in early spring, fertilize and weed in midsummer, and catch insects on ordinary days, thus performing the art of spring rain and nourishing all things.

This second-tier spirit rice isn't very delicate and is quite easy to raise.

When the golden autumn months of September and October arrive, the second-grade Bichun rice will be ready for harvest.

The fact that it can harvest once a year is entirely due to the power of the second-tier spirit field. If this Bichun rice were planted in a first-tier spirit field and carefully tended to, it would also survive.

However, it takes five to seven years to harvest a crop, and the quality of the harvest is not good.

Days passed by like flowing water, neither fast nor slow, quietly.

The small shed that Wei Jing built next to the spirit field was just a few bamboo poles supporting a piece of oilcloth. It was drafty on all sides and leaked rain from the roof. It was as simple as it could be.

Having grown accustomed to the luxurious cave dwelling of the Qingfu Sect, moving into this shed felt like returning to the days when I was cultivating spiritual fields on Jade Stack Peak.

This feeling is quite memorable.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing."

Someone called out to him from afar, and Wei Jing finished his cultivation and stood up from the spirit field.

"Uncle Wei, what's wrong?" Wei Jing asked.

"We caught a white crane in the sacred land that was stealing sacred rice, and we're stewing it now!"

"Old Bai and the others are here too, let's go grab a drink together."

"I...I'm cultivating right now!" Wei Jing said helplessly.

"Let's go, it won't make a difference if we take a little longer."

"Well, alright!" Wei Jing hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help himself. Uncle Bai's cooking skills were far superior to Han Yue's, and a smile appeared on his face.

Although Wei Santong and Bai Tao were only menial disciples and were much older than Wei Jing, both of them were very open-minded.

Since the spiritual fields they cultivated were also nearby, Wei Jing became familiar with them.

"Wait a minute, let me get a fish!" Wei Jing said, and soon he came out carrying a large bluefish.

This fish is no ordinary fish; it is a spirit fish raised by Han Yue on Jade Lake. However, it has only been raised for half a year and is still small.

Although it can't be used as a main dish, it's more than enough to be a side dish.

"Xiao Jing, you're too kind. You always help everyone with their daily tasks, and everyone is grateful for your kindness!"

"You're so young yet you can already manage a second-tier spirit field. You might even be able to advance further and become an outer disciple in the future."

"By the way, the other day Lao Bai asked someone to inquire about the requirements for being promoted to an outer disciple. It might be of some benefit to you."

Wei Santong walked ahead of the field ridge, talking as he went, while Wei Jing smiled but remained silent.

Wei Jing often lived outdoors year-round, and with the added burden of managing the spirit fields, his body was always covered in mud. Moreover, after more than half a year of exposure to the wind and sun, his skin had become dark.

He has none of the dignity of an inner disciple; he looks exactly like a servant.

"That bastard Qu Sancun said he's going to raise our rent next year."

"Tell me, we work so hard, from dawn till dusk, and we can't even earn a hundred contribution points a year. With such a meager income, he still wants to raise the rent."

Wei Santong cursed and kept muttering to himself.

Wei Jing chatted with him casually, and it was the most relaxing to be with them.

There's no need to be on guard, and there's no backstabbing or intrigue.

Although they were just low-level handyman disciples, it was a wonderful thing to get together with a few friends for a drink every now and then after their hard work.

That day, Wei Jing drank until midnight before returning home.

He circulated his internal energy slightly, expelling the smell of alcohol from his body. He shook his head and became completely sober.

Instead of resting, he went to the center of the spirit field, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

The Milky Way shines brightly in the sky, the moon casts its silvery glow, and a gentle evening breeze blows.

All around were waist-high Bichun rice plants, their golden ears swaying gently in the night breeze, making a rustling sound. In less than two months, this year's Ling rice would be ready for harvest.

The spiritual power of the Yi Wood Gen Earth Technique flowed slowly within his body.

Wei Jing closed his eyes and focused his mind on his dantian.

As spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, he could feel the soil beneath his feet trembling slightly—not an earthquake, but the earth's breath, the pulse of the spiritual veins, the land resonating with him.

The next morning, Ma Liu came to report on the information he had collected that month.

"Young Master Wei, something big has happened."

"True disciple Lu Jingxing failed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, damaging his Dao foundation."

"I heard that he aged more than twenty years overnight, and his hair turned completely white."

Wei Jing asked in surprise, "Didn't he take the Foundation Establishment Pill?"

"They used Foundation Establishment Pills."

"Then how could it damage the foundation?" Wei Jing asked in confusion.

Foundation Building Pills can protect the body, enrich blood and qi, and enhance spiritual power, potentially increasing the chance of Foundation Building by 30%.

To put it simply, Foundation Building is nothing more than the three aspects of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and Foundation Building Pills can greatly benefit two of these aspects.

The Foundation Establishment Pill has little effect on the remaining mental strength stage.

Could it be that Senior Brother Lu failed in the mental challenge?

Logically speaking, with the Foundation Establishment Pill protecting him, at most his body would suffer from a deficiency of qi and blood, and his cultivation would regress.

How could it damage the foundation of one's Dao?

"Then I don't know?" Ma Liu shook his head; the key to it was beyond his ability to find out.

"By the way, Young Master Wei, there's one more thing about the Wei family."

"The Wei family?" Wei Jing looked up at Ma Liu, who immediately told him everything.

"Feng Baobao is going to try to inherit the true teachings. I heard that preparations are already underway and various related work is being done."

"To focus solely on preparing for the true discipleship assessment, she remained single-minded; to sever all ties, she..."

"The engagement has been called off."

After hearing the whole story, Wei Jing didn't know what to say.

"Young Master Long, you must hold on!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential."

Ma Liu was puzzled; what was his master muttering to himself?

"Young Master Wei, it's not just Feng Baobao who's preparing for the true disciple assessment; Jia Shangjin, Nong Qingfeng, and the others are all preparing for it too."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing felt an even greater sense of urgency.

"Where is Lu Xueqi?" Wei Jing asked.

Ma Liu shook his head:

"Senior Sister Lu is working on the Transmission Hall all day long, as if she won't give up until she has mastered the second-tier sword technique on the fourth floor of the Transmission Hall."

Wei Jing exclaimed in surprise, "She's still trying to comprehend that sword technique? Almost a year has passed, and she still hasn't mastered it?"

Honestly, that was a bit stupid.

However, Wei Jing would never say these words aloud.