My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 184 Seventh Rank
Half a month later at noon, Old Hao, holding his pipe, put his hands behind his back, took a step of more than ten meters, and slowly climbed over the low hill.

"Half a month of hard work must have been quite a hardship for them."

"The acre of land that I helped plant has probably already sprouted by now."

"At least half of the ones he planted himself will die!"

"At noon, after a long day of hard work, I feel hot, tired, and restless."

"At this moment, if I just provoke him with some words, he will definitely feel resentful."

With these thoughts in mind, Old Hao arrived at the field with a leisurely yet swift demeanor.

The first thing I saw was the acre of land I had helped plant, with seedlings about the length of an index finger, resembling emerald green needles, breaking through the soil and pointing straight up to the sky.

"Without comparison, there's no harm done; isn't this a sure thing?"

He had already spotted the hardworking figure under the sun and immediately approached.

"Brother Chen, is the yellow sprout rice you grew... huh?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Hao was so shocked by the sight in the field before him that he could hardly speak.

In the field of yellow rice that should have been mostly dead, rows of yellow rice seedlings, as tall as peanuts and as thin as pine needles, were neatly arranged.

"Old Hao, what did you just say?" Chen Mu asked with a smile as he approached the field.

Old Hao's lips twitched: "I must say, you've grown really good yellow sprout rice!"

Looking at the planting skill that was more than halfway through the first level on the gray wall, Chen Mu said with sincere gratitude, "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Elder Hao!"

Old Hao: "..." I really want to strangle my past self from half a month ago.

Why the hell did you teach it so well?!
A 10% cut, at least twenty white jade coins, just like that, gone!

……

After a long while, Old Hao finally regained his composure and looked at the vast fields of sprouting yellow rice, marveling, "How many acres did you plant?"

"Besides the one mu you helped me plant, I planted another five mu," Chen Mu said with a smile.

Old Hao sighed, "Even I, working from dawn till dusk, can only cultivate four mu of land in half a month. Your speed is truly astounding..."

Admittedly, these people from the Eight Desolate Islands are all ruthless.

In the past, powerful figures in the martial arts world and local leaders could easily lower their status.

They can turn around and focus on farming with their feet firmly on the ground.

"Did you grow it while staying up all night?" Old Hao asked.

Chen Mu scratched his head and said with an honest expression, "You have a good eye, old man. I did stay up a bit late."

……

The moon was crescent-shaped at night.

Below the low hills, in the fields of yellow-budded rice, five plumes of black smoke appeared.

With a thought, Chen Mu summoned the paper elf spirit.

The spirit of the character "Spring" carried yellow rice seeds and precisely placed them five fingers deep underground.

The spirit of Xia carried a burlap sack and evenly buried a palm-sized piece of bone powder a hand's width below the seed.

The ghost of Qiu carried a bucket and a fist-sized wooden ladle, accurately pouring a level ladle of well water around each seed.

The spirit of winter carried a shoulder pole, going back and forth between houses and fields, transporting buckets of well water rich in the earth's spiritual energy to the fields.

Chen Mu lay reclining on the body of the paper ghost, looking at the four paper ghost figures with satisfaction.

"Although I didn't do the work, I was definitely staying up all night."

He casually tossed a fasting pill into his mouth, just like a candy bean.

Before long, the entire acre of land was planted.

"We can't plant any more; it's too fast and might arouse Old Hao's suspicion."

Five plumes of black smoke drifted over to Chen Mu's side and disappeared into the Five Ghosts Bag.

……

The next day, Chen Mu returned to the stone house carrying a bag of yellow sprout rice.

"Is the Spirit Armor Technique working properly?" Chen Mu scratched his head and brought up the gray wall to check.

Writing: 4710/10000/Second order;

Drawing: 5967/10000/Second order;

Cooking skill: 9145/10000/Tier 3;

Pharmaceutical Skill: 1167/10000/Tier 5;

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell: 5251/10000/Seventh Rank;

Transformation Technique: 2347/10000/Tier 4;

Cloud Mirage Armor Technique: 9757/10000/Tier 6; Planting: 5416/10000/Tier 1;
"Isn't that a bit too much to eat?"

He inquired around and found that ordinary people who practiced the secret method of unifying the spirit and soul would indeed have a greatly increased appetite.

But all things considered, 100 catties of yellow sprout rice a month is enough.

"I eat 100 pounds in just half a month. And that doesn't even include the meat of exotic beasts."

"Is your appetite a little too good?"

Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves, revealing faint silver threads beneath his skin.

It's as if there are real silver threads running under the skin and between the blood vessels.

The hidden sword pierced the skin with a clanging sound, but it couldn't break through the skin even a fraction.

"He's gone through two jade coins in just half a month. Tsk tsk..."

"I should be able to master it in another seven or eight days, and then I should be able to return to normal." Chen Mu calculated the progress of his proficiency and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

……

Eight days later, late at night.

Inside the room of the low hill courtyard.

On the long table under the windowsill, the glow of scarlet charcoal could be faintly seen inside the openwork three-legged incense burner.

Wisps of barely visible blue smoke drifted out from the hole.

The entire room was filled with a subtle, calming fragrance.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, the divine intent of the Cloud Mirage Armor Technique completely vanished.

A glint of silver light flashed across the back of his hand.

Reaching out and pinching the skin, I felt a slightly cool, resilient sensation.

It's like a flexible sheet of iron, retaining both hardness and softness.

The power and divine intent cultivated through the Cloud Mirage Form Refining Technique have been completely integrated.

"What about the rest?" Chen Mu scratched his head, looking at the patched-up Po Li body.

He drew out the gray walls.

Cloud Mirage Armor Technique: 7/10000/Tier 7;

"Can we continue training?" Chen Mu was pleasantly surprised.

After the spirit and soul are united, one can then cultivate through perception.

After going through so much and spending so much time traveling all the way from Daliang across the ocean, wasn't it all for this day?

"It's a pity there's no Spring Breeze Pavilion here," Chen Mu said with some reluctance.

"Forget it, I'll just treat myself to a big meal tomorrow."

"Speaking of which, my cooking skills are about to advance, it's a double celebration!"

……

The next day, Chen Mu, who was sitting at the square table eating and drinking heartily, looked unwell.

He discovered that after his spirit and soul merged, his appetite not only did not decrease, but actually increased again.

"Nobody else is like this." Chen Mu finally realized something was wrong.

"I need to find some time to inquire about the unity of spirit and soul." I can't just bury myself in practice like this.

"We also need to convert the calming pills into cash as soon as possible."

After purchasing the materials for the Tranquilizing Pill and the meat of the Yellow Sprout Beast, he only had nine white jade coins left.

"Sell it to Baicao Pavilion?" Chen Mu hesitated.

Baicaoge is affiliated with the lower courtyard of Jilongdao.

The business is fair, and the disciples of the lower academy can even buy the beast bone powder on credit. It's a conscientious shop.

But what if I, a newcomer who's only been here for a little over a month, suddenly produce such a large quantity of calming pills? What if it attracts unwanted attention?
What Baicaoge knew, Jilongdao Lower Courtyard also knew.

Once exposed, there may be benefits, but there will definitely be drawbacks!
After all, money can be very tempting!
"I wonder if there are any places similar to a ghost market." Chen Mu stroked his chin and began to ponder.

With thousands of disciples in the entire Lower Temple planting basin, it's impossible that there weren't any gray-market trading points.

"Old Hao should know."

His family has been making a living here for three generations, so he must know a lot of information.

Chen Mu made a decision.

(End of this chapter)