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Chapter 132 Spirit Field
When Hu Yufen arrived at the backyard, Wang Ying was holding the newborn Shen Chongxu, leaning against the bed.

On the bed, Zhao Xuan seemed to have fallen asleep, exhausted.

Shen Chongxuan was fine; he was fast asleep on the bamboo bed next to Shen Wenyan.

"mother."

Upon seeing Hu Yufen arrive, Shen Wenyan carefully shifted his body to help Shen Chongxuan lie down, then got up to greet her.

Hu Yufen nodded and approached Wang Ying with a face full of apology, saying, "Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry, Lingxiu is heavily pregnant, and Chongming and Chonghong have both suddenly fallen ill..."

Wang Ying smiled and shook her head: "Yu Fen, we've been sisters for decades, why bring this up?"

The two smiled at each other, and Hu Yufen quietly sat down next to her, looking at the little one in her arms.

"Chongxu also had a fever, cried for a long time, and just fell asleep now."

"Yufen, it's so strange. The children were perfectly fine, how could they suddenly get sick?"

"Luckily, Chongxuan is healthy and didn't cause any trouble."

Hu Yufen shook her head slightly.

She didn't know what happened either.

"Sister-in-law, let me hold you for a while, you rest."

Hu Yufen took the chair from Shen Chongxu and sat down.

As Wang Ying slowly stood up, a look of pain appeared on her face.

She is two years older than Hu Yufen and is now over forty. Her health is obviously not as good as before.

The two people sitting together are from different eras.

Shen Wenyan came up to her and said in a low voice, "Mother-in-law, you haven't slept all night. Why don't you lie down next to Chongxuan for a while?"

Wang Ying nodded and lay down on the bamboo bed.

The next morning.

After a day of illness, Shen Chongming and Shen Chonghong woke up feeling energetic and lively again.

This strange phenomenon surprised the servants in the mansion.

After breakfast, Shen Yuan found Shen Chongming and took him to the Blackwater Pavilion.

"Chongming, shall I teach you the methods of cultivation today?"

Shen Chongming was already six years old, and his big eyes lit up instantly when he heard this.

"Is it a cultivation method that will make me as powerful as Third Uncle?"

Shen Yuan nodded, and then pushed the three jade tablets in front of him at the same time.

“There are three methods of practice here.”

"This is the 'Tai Xuan Sword Scripture' that your third uncle cultivates, and this is the 'Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique' that your grandfather cultivates."

"No one has practiced this yet. It's called the 'Moonlit Pine Mountain Technique.' Take a look and see which one you prefer."

Upon hearing this, Shen Chongming immediately stroked the three jade slips in front of him.

"It can be applied to the forehead."

Shen Yuan reminded him.

Ordinary people who have never cultivated cannot project their divine sense; they can only see the contents of the jade slip by placing it on their forehead.

Upon hearing this, Shen Chongming placed the three jade slips on his forehead one by one to feel them.

After a long time, he was the first to rule out the "Tai Xuan Sword Scripture," clearly indicating that he disliked sword cultivators.

After hesitating for a moment between the "Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique" and the "Moonlit Pine Mountain Technique," he picked up the jade tablet of the "Moonlit Pine Mountain Technique" and said, "Grandpa, I choose this one."

Shen Yuan nodded and put away the other two jade slips.

"Then you can look at it here first, and we'll talk about it after you've memorized everything."

Having a mutated lightning spiritual root, Shen Yuan also wanted to use this opportunity to see which cultivation method he was more compatible with, so as to roughly determine the specific situation of his spiritual root.

The "Moonlit Pine Mountain Manual" leans towards the wood element, and the little guy chose it. It seems that his spiritual root is a lightning-type spiritual root such as Jia wood or Yi wood.

When it comes to actual cultivation, I will personally guide you.

That day, Zhao Shuan hurriedly arrived at the mansion. Two guards at the gate bowed and said, "Steward Zhao."

Zhao Shuan stopped in his tracks, looking anxious, and asked, "Are the master and young master here?"

The two men exchanged a glance, and one of them said, "The young master has gone to Anyang County. The master should be cultivating at the Blackwater Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shuan hurriedly turned and rushed towards the Blackwater Pavilion.

In the past, unless there was an urgent matter, he would not usually come to Blackwater Pavilion to disturb Shen Yuan's cultivation.

But this matter could not be delayed any longer, so he had no choice but to come to the floating bridge over the Blackwater Pool.

Because of the formation, he was unable to step onto the floating bridge and could only stand by the pool and shout!

"Ah Yuan!"

Inside the Blackwater Pavilion, Shen Yuan, who was cultivating, heard the shout, frowned slightly, and walked out of the pavilion.

"Brother Shuan, what happened?"

At the head of the pontoon bridge, seeing Zhao Shuan's anxious expression, Shen Yuan asked.

"The rice, something's happened to the rice!"

rice?

Shen Yuan was puzzled, and Zhao Shuan quickly explained, "It's the spirit rice we planted before."

Is something wrong with Lingmi?
Shen Yuan frowned deeply.

Those spirit rice plants were planted after last summer's harvest, and it's been over a year now. They've been growing well all along, so why did something suddenly go wrong?
"Let's go and have a look!"

The two brothers hurriedly arrived at the spirit field where the spirit rice was planted.

Before he even got close, Shen Yuan saw that the spirit rice, which had been growing vigorously, was now all wilted, and some of it had even withered and died!

"How could this be?"

Shen Yuan's expression was solemn. He hurriedly came to the spirit rice field and felt heartbroken when he saw the withered rice.

This is spirit rice! It was supposed to be ripe in just over a year, so how come so many of them suddenly withered and died?

Zhao Shuan said with a long face, "The fields were a bit dry a while ago, and the people below reported that the spirit rice was wilting. I was wondering if it was lacking water."

"So they had someone water it."

"But who would have thought that even with all this watering, the rice is still withering."

“I asked Uncle Ya to take a look, but he studied it for several days and still couldn’t find the cause, so I came to find you right away.”

Shen Yuan nodded.

Uncle Ya was a renowned agronomist; he was the one who helped solve any problems that arose with ordinary crops.

Now that there's a problem with the spiritual rice, which he can't solve, it proves that the problem may not be a worldly one.

He carefully pulled out a rice stalk and examined it closely in his hand. The roots of the rice were moist, confirming that it wasn't due to lack of water.

The entire rice stalk was withered and dry, and there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy inside.

Shen Yuan was also unsure what was going on.

"Ah Yuan, what are we going to do..."

Seeing that the nearly 100 acres of carefully tended rice were about to wither and die, Zhao Shuan was extremely anxious.

He didn't understand anything about "spiritual rice" or anything like that; he only knew that even if hundreds of acres of ordinary millet were to suffer this kind of damage, it would still be a huge loss.

Shen Yuan stared into the distance with a solemn expression and sighed heavily.

Just when they were at a loss, Shen Wenxing and a young girl walked over from a distance.

"what?"

"These are...spirit rice?"

The girl was Yu Jin from Luoxia Mountain. As soon as she arrived at the ridge, she looked at the nearly 100 acres of spirit rice in front of her with a look of astonishment.

"Who taught you to grow spirit rice like this?"

Yu Jin stared in astonishment at the wilted Ling Mi in front of her, speechless.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Fairy Fish."

Is there something wrong with the spiritual rice we grow?

Yu Jin said, both amused and exasperated, "It's not just a problem, it's a huge problem!"

“If you plant it like this, unless there is a spirit crystal vein underground, it will be impossible to support so much spirit rice.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan looked at Shen Wenxing, who also looked bewildered.

Yu Jin shook his head helplessly and said, "In a typical spirit field, at most a thousand spirit rice plants can be grown per acre. Even so, cultivators still need to use their spiritual power to summon clouds and rain to irrigate the fields."

"The spiritual energy emanating from the earth veins beneath the spirit field is simply insufficient to sustain too much spirit rice."

“Look at your spiritual fields…” Yu Jin pointed to the dense spiritual grains in front of him and sighed.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan looked at Shen Wenxing with a questioning expression.

Shen Wenxing was also bewildered. The cultivation manual for the spirit seed was very simple, only introducing the habits of the spirit rice, without mentioning these things.

It seems that Li Heshan originally only wanted to use spirit seeds to screen the blessed lands and spiritual fields in various places, and never intended for people to grow spirit rice.

Moreover, the price of spirit rice is expensive, and Li Heshan never expected that one day someone would grow spirit rice as ordinary rice.

Shen Wenxing lowered his head awkwardly, then hurriedly changed the subject:
"Fairy Fish, is there any way to save this spirit rice?"

Yu Jin reached out and plucked a stalk of rice, examined it closely, and said, "It hasn't completely lost its vitality yet."

"In that case, quickly have someone pull up 99% of the spirit rice in this field, leaving the better batch at a rate of 500 plants per mu."

Hearing this, Zhao Shuan became somewhat anxious.

Shen Yuan, who was standing to the side, said, "Do as Fairy Yu says."

Zhao Shuan dared not delay and immediately ran back to summon hundreds of villagers to start uprooting the rice.

After a long time, only a few rice stalks remained standing in the field.

Seeing this, Yu Jin sighed slightly.

Do you know any magic techniques for controlling clouds and rain?

Shen Wenxing shook his head awkwardly.

He was a physical cultivator, and he had hardly studied the techniques that Wei Qiuling had given him.

"I do know a little bit."

Shen Yuan spoke, immediately channeling the spiritual energy within his body to unleash the Cloud and Rain Technique.

Guided by spiritual energy, dark clouds slowly drifted over the spiritual field in front of them, followed by a light drizzle.

Below, the previously wilted rice grains visibly turned green after being nourished by the spiritual rain.

"It's amazing!"

"Come alive!"

"Is this the power of immortals!?"

The surrounding villagers were all astonished by what they saw.

But Shen Yuan was not feeling well at the moment.

He discovered that this Cloud and Rain Technique consumed too much of his spiritual energy; in just over ten breaths, his spiritual energy was completely depleted.

However, the dark clouds summoned by the Cloud-Making and Rain-Summoning Technique could only cover the rice in a few acres of spiritual fields.

To revive all the rice in this nearly 100-meter-long spiritual field, it would take at least a dozen or so uses of the Cloud and Rain Technique.

"I'll lend you a hand."

Upon seeing this, Yu Jin immediately waved his hand and also performed a cloud-summoning and rain-making technique.

Her cultivation level was clearly much higher than Shen Yuan's. With a single Cloud and Rain Technique, she summoned vast expanses of dark clouds, covering a full twenty acres of spiritual fields.

As the gentle rain fell, the rice and paddy in the fields straightened up and regained their vitality.

After performing the exercise, Yu Jin's face turned somewhat pale.

"Don't try to save the rest."

"With the spiritual power of this spiritual field, it will need to be irrigated with the Cloud and Rain Technique once a month at most. Even if you are saved, you will not be able to survive afterward."

Yu Jin sighed.

Together with Shen Yuan, she used her magic to summon clouds and rain, barely managing to revive twenty-five acres of spirit rice. Roughly calculated, the yield should be several hundred catties.

Hearing her words, Shen Yuan felt regret but also understood.

One use of his Cloud and Rain Technique can only irrigate four or five acres of spiritual fields. To irrigate all twenty-odd acres of spiritual fields, it would take at least five or six times. Once the spiritual energy in his body is depleted, it would take at least one or two days to replenish it.

If this continues, and there are even more, he won't need to cultivate anymore; he can just squat in the fields every day and be the rain god.

After instructing Zhao Shuan to send someone to take good care of the spirit rice, Shen Yuan and the other two returned to the manor.

Yu Jin recovered some of her spiritual power, and with a flash of light in her hand, she took out a small cloth bag.

"These are some spirit rice seeds."

"I just didn't expect you to already have so many."

Mentioning this matter brought another pang of heartache to Shen Yuan.

Those spirit rice seeds were purchased from the Ascension Pavilion in Qiyun Valley at great expense.

Now it's all wasted.

"Oh, right, my senior sister also asked me to bring you something good."

As Yu Jin spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and he took out another jade slip and handed it to Shen Yuan and his son.

(End of this chapter)