Courtyard House: The Cultivation System Takes Me Flying

Morning light bathes the Eternal Home, the veil of the Spirit Creek Cottage flutters gently in the breeze, the Chaos Spirit Spring gushes forth ceaselessly, and the fragrance of flowers from the Four Seasons Spirit Garden wafts through the courtyard on the breeze. All spirits rise and move about, spirit birds sing among the bamboo branches, spirit rabbits hop among the flowers, and spirit deer drink from the Spirit Creek, creating a scene of vibrant peace.

Qin Lindong strolled along the long, jade-like steps, his gaze falling upon a patch of open spiritual land to the west of his home. Previously, his home had been filled with spiritual flowers and herbs, and resting places. Although it had spiritual grains sourced directly from the source, it lacked a real spiritual field, a place where everyone could experience the joy of cultivation and the satisfaction of a bountiful harvest. A thought stirred within him: he would cultivate a spiritual field, plant Eternal Rice, and bring more warmth and stability to his home, ensuring a bountiful harvest year after year.

With a flick of his finger, the primordial spiritual energy of his Dao vein surged into the ground, instantly transforming the empty space to the west into a flat and fertile spiritual field. The soil was a pale golden color, soft and rich, possessing its own life-giving power. It required no fertilizer or watering; simply planting a spiritual seed would allow it to grow eternally. With another wave of his hand, Qin Lindong sent glistening spiritual rice seeds into the field. In the blink of an eye, they sprouted, grew ears of grain, leaves, flowers, and grains. In no time, the entire spiritual field was covered with golden rice ears, their rich fragrance wafting in the wind, sweet but not cloying, clear but not bland, a scent that soothed the mind and spirit.

A delicate bamboo fence automatically grows along the edge of the spiritual field, blending seamlessly with the surrounding scenery. The field ridges are paved with spiritual jade, making walking on them safe and comfortable, without trampling the rice stalks. The rice ears are always full and golden, never withering or falling over, growing as soon as they are harvested, inexhaustible and everlasting, truly achieving bountiful harvests year after year, with no famine ever occurring.

[Ding! Host has cultivated fragrant rice paddies, bringing a sense of homeliness and harmony to your home!]

【Effects of Lingtian Rice Fragrance: The rice ears are always full and plump, and the fragrance of the rice can calm the mind and nourish the body. It can be eaten immediately after picking and is sweet and soft.】

The spirit field grows automatically, requiring no cultivation or maintenance, never reducing yield, and never declining.

Surrounded by rice paddies, everyone's appetite increased, their mood was cheerful, and the feeling of peace and tranquility was overwhelming.

[Host reward: The Dao Heart of Fireworks is perfected, and the vitality of the homeland is further enhanced.]

As the system notification sound faded, the entire spiritual field turned golden, filled with the fragrance of rice, adding the warmest touch of everyday life to the exquisitely elegant Eternal Home.

He Yuzhu was the first to be drawn by the aroma of rice. He was preparing ingredients in the spirit kitchen when the rich fragrance wafted into his nostrils, instantly piquing his interest. He quickly left the kitchen and followed the scent to the spirit field to the west. Gazing at the endless expanse of golden rice ears, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Now at the late Golden Core stage, his spiritual food cultivation was already perfected, and seeing such natural spirit rice filled him with joy. For a spirit chef, the best ingredient is this kind of spirit rice, nurtured by the source and growing naturally, requiring no complicated processes to create the most comforting food.

Banggeng, Xiaodang, and Huaihua, the three children, followed the fragrance of rice and ran over, their eyes filled with wonder as they gazed at the vast expanse of golden rice paddies. They had never seen such a large rice field before; the golden rice ears drooped low, rippling in waves when the wind blew, a truly beautiful sight. Xiaodang reached out and gently touched a rice ear; the grains were plump and firm, warm to the touch. Huaihua squatted on the ridge, watching the sparrows perched among the rice leaves, her eyes crinkling with laughter. Banggeng walked slowly along the ridge of the Lingyu rice paddy, feeling the fragrance of rice and the gentle breeze, his heart filled with peace.

Qin Huairu followed slowly, standing at the edge of the spirit field. Gazing at the golden waves of rice, a gentle smile graced her soft face. The rich, warm fragrance of the rice reminded her of the warmth and comfort of her home in the mortal world. Only then, she was struggling to make a living, and that warmth was tinged with hardship. Now, in the Eternal Home, that warmth was filled with peace and happiness. She gently raised her hand, catching a wisp of falling rice husk. The spiritual warmth soothed her, and her heart was filled with contentment.

Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong walked side by side to the spirit field. The two early-stage Golden Core cultivators gazed at the bountiful harvest year after year, their hearts filled with emotion. In their mortal lives, they had witnessed famine, crop failures, and the chaos of fighting over food. But in this home, the spirit field grew naturally, the rice ears grew freely, there was never famine, never strife—this was the ultimate peace and stability. Yan Bugui stroked his beard and sighed, while Liu Haizhong nodded in agreement. The two sat on the spirit jade stones on the edge of the field, smelling the fragrance of rice and basking in the warm sun, feeling a deep sense of peace and contentment, realizing that life was truly worthwhile.

The Jia family of four also arrived at the edge of the sacred rice paddy. Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhangshi, and Jia Geng gazed at the golden rice fields, peaceful smiles on their faces. Jia Zhangshi looked at the plump ears of rice, her eyes softening. In the mortal world, her greatest worry was food, but here, the grain was inexhaustible, and she no longer had to worry about food and drink. This peace and security was something she had never dared to dream of before. Jia Geng stood on the edge of the paddy, watching the birds pecking at the rice grains, their docile appearance blending perfectly with the surrounding scenery.

All spirits were drawn by the fragrance of rice. Spirit mice darted between the paddy field ridges, picking up fallen grains; spirit birds perched on the rice stalks, pecking gently without harming the stalks; spirit rabbits and spirit deer guarded the field's edge, docile and quiet; and a white jade rhinoceros lay at the entrance to the spiritual field, like a guardian beast protecting the harvest, its appearance endearingly clumsy. All the spirits knew that this spiritual field was the foundation of their home, and they consciously protected it, never wantonly destroying it.

Standing in the center of the spiritual field, Qin Lindong was enveloped in the fragrance of rice. The power of the ninth level of the Golden Core realm blended with the aroma of cooking rice, and his heart, which had returned to the Dao, grew even more profound. He had cultivated the spiritual field not for food, but to bring more warmth and life to his home, allowing people to experience the simplest happiness beyond mere elegance. True eternity is not about being detached from worldly affairs, but about being surrounded by them and still feeling at peace; it is not about being far removed from the mortal world, but about being in the mortal world and still enjoying bountiful harvests year after year, with peace of mind every day.

In the three outer states, mortals toil for food, while cultivators vie for spiritual grains. Famine and war are frequent, and even a full meal is a luxury. But in the Eternal Homeland, spiritual fields grow naturally, the fragrance of rice lingers, and there is no need for cultivation or scrambling. Everyone can have enough to eat, and every family enjoys a bountiful harvest. This is the simplest yet most precious happiness.

He Yuzhu walked into the spirit field, casually plucked a few ears of spirit rice, and with a gentle flick of his fingertips, the husks fell away automatically, revealing the glistening spirit rice. He carried the spirit rice back to the spirit kitchen, intending to cook a pot of spirit rice porridge with the Chaos Spirit Spring so that his whole family could taste the flavor of this primordial rice. The spirit rice was added to the spring and boiled instantly, the aroma of the porridge mingling with the fragrance of the rice, filling the entire home, more tempting than any delicacy.

At noon, a variety of spiritual rice porridge and other spiritual dishes were laid out on the stone table. The golden porridge was warm, soft, and fragrant. Everyone in the courtyard sat together, holding their spiritual wooden bowls, savoring the porridge. The sweet taste melted on their tongues, and the warmth flowed down their throats to their dantian, nourishing their bodies and spiritual foundations. The children drank the porridge heartily, rice grains sticking to their faces, looking adorable; the adults chewed slowly, enjoying the warmth of the cooking fire; the elderly closed their eyes to savor the porridge, their faces serene.

All the spirits stood guard by the table, the spirit rats ate the fallen spirit rice, the spirit sparrows pecked at the rice husks, and the spirit rabbits, spirit deer, and spirit rhinoceroses kept them company quietly. Humans and spirits shared the joy of the harvest, and the atmosphere of cooking and the harmonious scene blended together, creating an exceptionally warm atmosphere.

After the meal, everyone rested by the spirit field. Some sat quietly on the ridges, enjoying the fragrance; some chatted while watching the rice swaying in the breeze; some played with the spirit animals; and some casually picked rice stalks to admire. There was no hardship of tilling, but the joy of harvest; no strife, but the blessing of sharing. The fragrance of the spirit field's rice not only nourished their bodies but also warmed their hearts, allowing everyone to experience the most genuine happiness.

The afternoon sun gently bathed the spirit fields, the golden rice rippled with a soft glow, the fragrance of rice wafted through the air, and the gentle sounds of spirits filled the air. All the spirits were there, and family members were together. Qin Lindong sat on a spirit jade stone on the edge of the field, gazing at everything before him, his heart filled with contentment. The warmth of home is the root of a family, a bountiful harvest is a blessing of the years; with rice to eat, people to accompany him, and spirits to rely on, this is the best and most enduring form of life.

As the sun sets, the spirit fields are bathed in a vibrant orange-red hue, the rice swaying in the breeze, and the aroma of rice intensifies. He Yuzhu cooks another pot of spirit rice porridge, a light evening snack shared by everyone in the courtyard and all the spirits, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere. As night falls, the spirit fields still gleam with a soft golden light, the rice ears forever full and ripe, awaiting the morning sun and guarding their home for bountiful harvests year after year.

The fields are fragrant with rice, yielding bountiful harvests year after year. Each field is golden and warm, a scene of bustling activity and peaceful tranquility. From now on, our home will be free from famine, and every year will be a time of family reunion.