Courtyard House: The Cultivation System Takes Me Flying

The clear, melodious chanting of the Qingxin Zhongting Pavilion permeated the entire Eternal Home. The babbling brook, the sweet fragrance of fruit, the lush and warm atmosphere, and the vibrant childlike spirit all contributed to the increasingly gentle and harmonious flow of spiritual energy within the boundless home. Morning light bathed the spiritual fields, the rice paddies swaying gently, brimming with spiritual energy. The warmth of daily life blended with the tranquility, forming the most simple and warm foundation of the home. Qin Lindong walked towards the spiritual field area on the south side of the home. Gazing at this fertile land nurturing sweet spiritual rice, a thought stirred within him. The spiritual rice grew naturally within the home, providing sustenance without labor. Yet, he could build a spiritual farmhouse, preserving the joy of farming, allowing everyone to cultivate, sow, and irrigate at their leisure, experiencing the pleasure of labor and the satisfaction of harvest. This would add a touch of simple warmth and grounded joy to the longevity of life.

With a flick of his fingertips, he channeled the primal spiritual energy of cultivation, and a simple, warm, and practical Spirit Cultivation Farmhouse slowly appeared. Constructed of yellow mud and spirit wood, with a thatched roof, the farmhouse was unadorned, retaining only the rustic charm of everyday life. Inside, spirit wood farming tools, bamboo baskets, and ceramic water jugs, all nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, were lightweight and effortless; one could work with a mere thought, without feeling any toil. Beside the farmhouse was a cultivated spiritual field where spirit rice, vegetables, and wheat could be grown. They would grow and be harvested as soon as they were planted, and the harvest could be given to He Yuzhu to cook spiritual meals, adding a touch of joy to every bite of food. A pavilion for resting after cultivation was set up beside the field, where one could sit and drink tea, enjoy the breeze and admire the fields, and savor the pleasure of farming. The Spirit Cultivation Farmhouse was eternally stable, automatically cleaned, its farming tools inexhaustible, and its fields ever-fertile—a place specially designed for one's home, a place for self-cultivation and enjoyment.

[Ding! The host has completed the construction of the Spirit Farm, achieving a perfect state of mind where one can cultivate one's home!]

[Lingyun Farmhouse Effect: Farming at your own pace, labor without fatigue, joy in the harvest, and a sense of peace and contentment amidst the warmth of daily life]

[The spiritual fields grow as soon as they are planted, requiring no hard work but bringing the joy of harvest, allowing everyone to enjoy the pleasure of cultivation.]

The countryside is simple and warm, embodying the original spirit of life and remembering the source of peace and stability.

[Host reward: Spiritual cultivation achieves perfect Dao heart, diligent practice leads to the Dao, and the home's simple and idyllic atmosphere is fulfilled.]

As the system notification faded, Lingyun Farmhouse lay quietly beside the spiritual fields. With its yellow mud and green tiles, low thatched eaves, and neatly arranged ridges, a simple and warm atmosphere wafted over, blending with the fragrance of rice, the sound of chanting, and the light, becoming the most down-to-earth corner of the home.

He Yuzhu was the first to enter the Spirit Farmhouse. Looking at the tidy spirit fields and the convenient farming tools, his eyes filled with joy. Originally a cook by trade, he had a natural affinity for fields, farming, and harvesting. Now, in the Eternal Home, he no longer needed to toil for a living, yet could experience the joy of farming, filling his heart with peace. With a thought, the spirit wood farming tools automatically turned the soil, and the spirit vegetable seeds, casually scattered, instantly sprouted, blossomed, and bore fruit—no hard work, only the exhilaration of harvest. He smiled as he picked the tender spirit vegetables and placed them in a bamboo basket. These ingredients, cultivated by his own hands, would add a touch of warmth and joy to the spiritual dishes he prepared. His initial love for cooking remained unchanged, and his peaceful years would last longer.

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi also arrived at the Spirit Farm, bending down to sow the seeds of the spirit flowers and vegetables. Watching the seeds instantly grow into blooming flowers and tender vegetables, their hearts were filled with healing and joy. They no longer needed to toil for food and clothing like they did in the mortal world. This manual labor was simply a pastime, a source of joy. Their fingertips touched the soil of the spirit fields, and the fragrance of rice and vegetables filled their nostrils. The simple beauty was the most touching. The two worked side by side, chatting softly. The hardships and embarrassments of their mortal lives had long since vanished, leaving only the peace and tenderness before them.

Four children skipped and hopped into the spirit field, imitating the adults by planting, watering, and harvesting. Holding the spirit vegetables and fruits they had picked themselves in their little hands, their eyes crinkled with smiles. The joy of farming nurtured their hearts, teaching them the beauty of harvest and the simple pleasure of life. Spirit rabbits and spirit mice ran along the edge of the field, enjoying the rural pleasures with the children; childlike fun blended seamlessly with the rural landscape, creating a vibrant and heartwarming scene. They presented the freshly picked fruit to their elders, a small gesture brimming with pure filial piety.

Elderly men Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong arrived at the rest pavilion for farming. They sat quietly, watching the people working in the fields, the rice paddies swaying gently, and the garden filled with the fragrance of vegetables. Their hearts were filled with tranquility. In their ordinary lives, they toiled for a living, but now they farmed in their own garden for joy and pleasure. At this stage of life, there was no more hardship, only simple happiness. The spirit of longevity blended with the spirit of the countryside; their twilight years were peaceful and their lives long. The two elderly men smiled kindly, their eyes filled with peace and contentment.

Jia Dongxu sat quietly by the farmhouse, casually flipping through rural classics. Occasionally, he would rise to sow wheat, experiencing the tranquility of farming, his mind becoming increasingly calm and peaceful. The simple rural atmosphere shed all his restlessness, leaving only a heart full of peace and contentment. He occasionally chatted with He Yuzhu, their words filled with gratitude for their home and satisfaction with the passing years.

All spirits surround the Spirit Farmhouse. A white jade rhinoceros lies obediently at the entrance, guarding it. Spirit deer stand by the field, grazing on tender spiritual grass. Spirit birds perch on the rice stalks, gently pecking at the grains. Humans and spirits share the joy of farming, peaceful and undisturbed, simple and harmonious, embodying the warmth and tranquility of everyday life. In the spiritual fields, spiritual vegetables flourish, and the fragrance of spiritual rice fills the air, creating a vibrant and idyllic scene.

As Qin Lindong strolled through the Spirit Cultivation Fields, watching the simple scene of everyone cultivating the land at their own pace and enjoying the harvest, his power at the ninth level of the Golden Core realm completely merged with the Great Dao of Cultivation. His state of mind, where all paths lead to the heart, became increasingly simple and fulfilling. He built the Spirit Cultivation Fields not to make everyone work, but to preserve a sense of simplicity and the joy of farming, so that everyone, in their carefree longevity, would not forget simplicity, the harvest, and that every sense of peace stemmed from contentment and joy in their hearts. True eternity is not about getting something for nothing, nor about enjoying the fruits of others' labor, but about having fields to cultivate, things to do, and joy to reap; working without burden, reaping with pleasure, being simple in heart, and finding peace in action.

In the three outer states, people toiled in the fields, yet reaped nothing. They labored day and night, barely able to fill their stomachs. The fields became a chore, and a harvest a luxury. The people were displaced, struggling to survive. But in the Eternal Homeland, Lingyun farmed with joy, planting and harvesting as she pleased. There was no toil or hardship, only the simple pleasures of the countryside and the joy of a bountiful harvest. This was the most genuine and heartwarming happiness of longevity.

At noon, everyone cooked a special meal using the spiritual vegetables and rice they had picked themselves. The food tasted sweeter and more fragrant, the aroma of cooking blending with the rustic charm of the countryside, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. In the afternoon, everyone took turns working in the fields, planting, harvesting, or resting, each finding their own joy in simple pleasures and peaceful times. As the sun set, the Spirit Farming Farm was bathed in a warm golden glow, the rice paddies shimmering in the light, the air filled with the fragrance of vegetables, the farmhouse inviting and the joy of farming growing ever stronger. As everyone returned home, accompanied by the gentle presence of all the spirits, the Spirit Farming Farm remained simple and warm, the spiritual fields abundant, the farming tools always ready, forever awaiting the next round of joyful farming, protecting everyone's original, heartfelt spirit.

Lingyun lives in the fields, finding joy in farming.

A simple farmhouse brings joy, and the fragrance of rice fills the courtyard, bringing peace and tranquility.

Working the land is not hardship, but joy; growing old year after year brings warmth and comfort.