The Immortal clenched her fists again, feeling she had suffered a huge loss.

Yesterday, she had run rampant at Green Moon Square, slashing ten spirit stones into four, but today she was being manipulated by someone selling mud.

You know, she's the woman who sells ghosts hanging from trees!

"The weeds in the spirit field can be used as fodder for some low-grade spirit beasts and demon beasts, other than that, they can also be used to weave mats."

"As for me, I feed them to the spiritual sheep. I've raised a sheep, and the excess is given to those who buy spirit soil from me, which helps improve spirit soil sales just a little."

The little cultivator even explained what he did with the weeds, very responsible.

So, when she took away half of the weeds, the Immortal had no choice but to sulk on the side.

After the little cultivator left, she carried the half-remaining weeds back to the yard, piled them in the corner of the yard, and threw the hoe on top.

Back in the house, she slumped onto the ground — her clothes dirty, leaned against the bed, tired and exhausted.

Once rested, she struggled to grab a piece of cake and ate it with some well water.

"Lord God, it seems that weeds don't sell for Money." She tore into the cake like it was a tough chicken leg.

[To those selling spirit soil, trading for some food is enough.]

The Immortal buried her head in the cake for a while before she spoke: "I don't want to lose to her."

[Xian'er, what do you think of her?]

"Annoying!"

[I'm not asking about your feelings, but rather her character.]

The Immortal munched on the cake a bit more before dryly responding: "...Not bad, she can endure hardship."

[When you trade with her for food, you can trust it; if you trade with others, it might contain sleeping drugs, or even poison.]

Li Changzhou paused before continuing: [Xian'er, take out the remaining spiritual rice seeds.]

The Immortal bit down on the cake and took out the remaining spiritual rice seeds from her bag.

Whether it's spirit rice or spirit vegetables, in the spirit field, only one seed can be planted per square meter, otherwise, it affects the yield — exceptions apply if the field is high-grade.

The seeds sold in the shop are usually two bags, just enough for one spirit field.

When buying seeds, guided by Li Changzhou, she relied on her charm to coax a bit extra, so she had leftovers.

"Lord God, what do I do with the seeds? There's so little, not enough for even a mouthful." The Immortal asked.

Spiritual rice seeds resemble jade stones, in the mortal world they might really be mistaken for jade instead of food.

[Pick up the branch, infuse it with mana, sweep it across the seeds, and think of maturity.]

The Immortal followed suit meticulously.

Whoosh!

Like flowers in bloom, like the sudden summer heavy rain, the spiritual rice seeds sprouted, grew, headed, and matured.

A surge of spiritual energy filled the air, the spirit rice laid on the table as if freshly harvested from the spirit field!

"Lord God..." The Immortal mumbled.

According to "Planting Techniques of a Cultivator," spiritual rice can be planted regardless of season but must be planted in the spirit field, irrigated with water infusing spiritual energy, weeds removed daily, pests eliminated, carefully tended, maturing once every six months.

However, she had merely spent a bit of spiritual energy, not even in the blink of an eye, yet the spirit rice matured.

[I can make spirit rice mature instantly, and also possess the great method pointing to immortality and the divine skills to move mountains and fill seas, yet, Xian'er, I'm not your meal ticket; I'm your protector.]

The Immortal didn't understand.

"Protector?"

[Always watching over, constantly supporting, until the day the path is achieved. Though such divine skills are vast, wishing alone won't succeed — Xian'er, the Dao industry cannot be fed out.]

The Immortal scratched her head: "I don't get it."

[...]

"However," the Immortal said carefreely, "Whatever you say, Lord God, I'm listening to you."

She hid the spirit rice, ate the last bit of cake, sat on the ground to cultivate for a while, then headed out again.

She worried the little cultivator would return early.

The book mentioned that cultivation requires focus, and to avoid disturbances, it's best to use a formation to isolate external worlds.

If the little cultivator returned and was cultivating, even knocking wouldn't help, so—

She's here to block the door!

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