The Immortal couldn't sleep all night.

When she lay in bed, the ghosts she thought she'd long forgotten crept back into her mind.

There was a ghost hanging outside the courtyard wall, a ghost in the well water in the yard, people had hanged themselves on the plum tree she liked so much during the day.

A ghost dangled before her eyes.

She tried to think of other things, like becoming Immortal, or maybe the idea of making Liu Yuanwai bleed out after becoming Immortal, riding the sword with the wind, roaming free beyond the law.

But it was useless; the ghost became her heart's delight — its head, wet dead hair, headless corpse, thick strange hemp rope...

The details became increasingly vivid, inside and outside the courtyard, inside and outside the house, on and under the bed, in her perception, it was crowded fully with ghosts.

There was even a ghost lying beside her!

The Immortal suddenly opened her eyes, glaring fiercely, both angry and scared!

[What's wrong?] Li Changzhou asked.

"...Excited, can't sleep," the Immortal stammered.

She dared not say she was afraid of ghosts; previously she had been scolded thoroughly by God for being afraid of insects.

Too bad... If Li Changzhou didn't have a ghost-fearing sister, maybe he would have believed her words. After all, he himself had gotten excited over extraordinary Strength.

[If you like Immortal Cultivation so much, get up and practice the 'Cloud Rain Skill.']

Actually, the Immortal was quite tired, she hadn't slept at the temple last night, and had been busy with many things during the day. The Qi Cultivation First Layer only kept one a little spirited, but sleep was necessary.

But what could she do?

The Immortal sat up with her whole body exhausted — without wearing clothes, took the Jade Scroll, pressed it on her forehead, and because her thoughts were chaotic, she couldn't even read it.

Taking a deep breath, she gradually calmed her mind, and in the darkness of her vision appeared a small person.

The Cloud Rain Skill was very simple.

Form seals with both hands to engage the Mana in the Qi Sea, which would move around once in four Meridians.

These four Meridians all follow the "Cloud Rain Green Wood Skill" path; therefore, the Fireball Technique should also follow the meridian of the "Fiery Flame Bathing Fire Technique."

So, people who practice "Cloud Rain Green Wood Skill" would naturally be slower and less powerful in practicing the Fireball Technique than those practicing "Fiery Flame Bathing Fire Technique."

"Phew, phew," the Immortal's head tilted, and she fell asleep.

To fall asleep, you still need to study!

Early the next morning, when the sky was faintly light, the Immortal woke up, nothing else, it was a professional habit — she used to be a maid, getting hot water ready for the young madam to wash her face with every morning.

But this time was different from before, without the slightest drowsiness, feeling refreshed, without having had a single dream last night.

[Time for practice]

The Immortal formed the Meditation Seal, inhaling and exhaling with a Special breathing technique, until she inhaled a breath of fresh air, immediately executing the Twelve Hand Seals.

The hand seals couldn't be too fast or too slow, they must match the Speed of the Spiritual Energy precisely, exchanging the corresponding spells the moment the Spiritual Energy entered the respective Meridians.

Throughout this process, her breathing couldn't get chaotic, not even a slight mistake in the hand seals, concentration was crucial, the wisp of Spiritual Energy unruly, only like this could she hold it steady, ensuring the right cultivation path.

Not until the Sun poked at the horizon, peeking at the world, did the Immortal conclude her practice.

"In one morning, refine three strands of Spiritual Energy, with my energy, I can do it thrice a day, morning, afternoon, and night, that's nine strands a day." She counted on her fingers.

"The Second Layer of 'Cloud Rain Green Wood Skill' requires eighty-one strands of Spiritual Energy, which means... nine days."

"The Third Layer needs one hundred sixty-two strands, eighteen days; breaking through to the Fourth Layer requires Mana liquefaction, relying on perception, the time is uncertain."

"The Fifth Layer needs....."

[Alright,] Li Changzhou interrupted her mumbling, [why put so much thought in something in the Qi Refinement Realm, picking up the hoe and farming is what you should be doing.]

The Immortal always felt there was something wrong with God's words.

Getting out of bed, she moved her joints slightly, putting on the corset, long trousers, and outer clothing one by one.

Hastily packed while escaping, not folded properly, and packed in the bundle for a while, it was all wrinkled.

Regardless of that, she inserted the branch at her waist, attaching the bags of Spirit Rice and spiritual vegetable seeds on the other side, picked up the hoe bought yesterday, and went out.

Couldn't bear to eat the cakes, there were only two!

Once out of the courtyard, just then, the neighbor also came out.

The Immortal instinctively wanted to greet, but upon seeing the other, her clear gaze turned sharp all of a sudden.

It was that little cultivator selling mud!

The other was also carrying a hoe, glaring at her with an aggressive aura.

The two seemed like two little mud dogs in a standoff.

Until the Immortal blinked first.

"Hmph~" The little cultivator feeling extremely proud, walked toward the distant terraces.

The Immortal rubbed her dry and sore eyes, vowing to seek revenge for this!

The two went up Spirit Field Mountain one after another, ending up... their Spirit Fields were next to each other.

That was only natural, given their courtyards were also next to each other.

The little cultivator had already planted Spirit Rice in her Spirit Field, although young, her hands and feet were quite nimble, in a short while she had weeded out the grass.

The Immortal admired her internally, but her competitive spirit was stronger.

She picked up the hoe and started weeding as well.

Her Spirit Field had been abandoned for a while, due to abundant Spiritual Energy, the weeds were taller than people, once she got in, she disappeared within.

After weeding for just a while, she was exhausted and sat on the field ridge to rest.

At that moment, the little cultivator returned carrying two buckets of Spiritual Spring Water, sweating profusely, her small frame bent under the weight.

Upon reaching her own Spirit Field, she wiped off her sweat, then diligently watered every Spirit Rice and vegetable with Spiritual Spring Water, her expression serious and focused, without any laziness or slack.

The Immortal gritted her teeth, ignoring fatigue, picked up the hoe and continued weeding.

The two unrelated individuals, you in your Spirit Field, I in mine, yet secretly competing, neither willing to admit defeat.

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