Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

Chapter 153: Chapter 150: Sect Transmission

Ten days later.

Liu Suyun launched her flying carpet woven from Spirit Silk, her smile blossoming like a flower:

“Thank you for your generous hospitality, Junior Brother. If you purchase materials from me in the future, I’ll give you a discount.

If the Golden Spot Spider starts producing silk, I’ll send you a message.”

All the Spirit Fruits have matured, and she must leave.

Over the past days, the Golden Spot Spider has consumed twenty-two Top-Grade Earth Spirit Fruits, recovering nearly twenty percent of its Primordial Qi. The effects of these fruits are even better than she anticipated.

By the time the Earth Spirit Fruits she planted mature, she is confident that the Primordial Qi needed for Beast Taming will fully recover.

Ji An cupped his hands, smiling:

“Senior Sister, remember what you said today. If the discount isn’t satisfactory, I won’t be pleased.”

“I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, farewell!”

Liu Suyun covered her mouth with a light laugh, rode the flying carpet away; under the sunlight, the floating carpet looked like a seven-colored Spirit Cloud.

Xia Yuhuan gazed at the sky, murmuring:

“It’s truly beautiful. If only I had such a Flying Escape Magical Artifact.”

Ji An pouted; the speed of the flying carpet wasn’t fast, rendering it impractical for him. But for many who prioritize appearance, beauty is justice.

After sending off the guest, he spoke:

“I’m heading to the valley, I’ll be back at night, then we can have stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat.”

Wei Songnian sent a message yesterday that the Spirit Field had been cleared; today, they needed to plant the Blood-sucking Vine seeds.

Xia Yuhuan nodded slightly: “As you command, I’ll go pick fresh Spirit Mushrooms and catch Fire-toothed Rabbits now.”

To make stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, pairing with fresh meat is ideal.

…

Ji An summoned the Grey-feathered Sand Goose, which he hadn’t used for a long time. The bird, pampered, had grown much plumper than before.

With more fat on its body, it was even more comfortable to ride.

Red Flame Peak was only seven or eight miles from Wei Songnian’s Grotto Mansion, just a quarter hour’s journey.

At the valley’s entrance, half an acre of Clear Spirit Bamboo was sparsely planted, transplanted from Red Flame Peak.

A stone stele, as tall as a person, stood at the mouth of the valley, inscribed with the three big characters ’Cyan Bamboo Valley,’ colored with emerald paint.

Wei Songnian, hailing from the Wei Clan of Little Bamboo Mountain, held sentiment in the naming, which is why he specially transplanted Spiritual Bamboo here.

As the Flying Ship landed in front of the valley’s Grotto Mansion, the Grey-feathered Sand Goose screeched ostentatiously several times, prompting Wei Songnian to come quickly to welcome them, smiling before speaking:

“Senior Brother, please come inside!”

Ji An gently waved his hand, smiling:

“Let’s work first, we’ve already delayed ten days.”

First the work, then enjoyment; the Sect had dispatched urgent tasks, not to be taken lightly.

“Senior Brother is reliable!”

Wei Songnian praised, then called out to more than a dozen Spirit Farmers standing under the trees near the Grotto Mansion:

“You all, go there and move the seeds.”

As the disciples brought over a large vat and lifted the wooden lid, a bloody scent wafted out.

To activate the Blood-sucking Vine seeds’ vitality, the seeds were soaked in a vat full of beast blood.

Ji An released the Jade Wood Transformation Skill, and a dazzling green light shower fell into the vat.

Bubbles gurgled in the bloody water, seemingly boiling, and the bloody scent diminished a bit.

Along with the impressive light effects and the vigorous rising aura, the watching Spirit Farmers marveled.

Wei Songnian shouted proudly:

“When you all reach Senior Brother Ji’s level, then you’ll really make it.”

After casting spells on all the seeds, Ji An led everyone to the edge of the Spirit Field.

Ji An performed the Spell, completing the Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell, enveloping a large patch of land with a warm yellow Spirit Light.

The soil churned, becoming very loose, with a crystalline texture, and the nourishing Magic Intent permeated the air.

Unlike planting Spirit Grain and Talisman Grass, planting the Blood-sucking Vine didn’t require the release of the Flame Fire Spell to kill pests; bugs in the soil were instead nourishment for the Spirit Plants.

Each Spirit Farmer picked up a wooden bucket of seeds, sprinted swiftly in the Spirit Field to plant them.

Ji An simply continued casting the Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell, while others took care of the miscellaneous work. After casting more than thirty times, the entire valley was cultivated.

Following him all the time, Wei Songnian sighed deeply, smiling wryly:

“Watching Senior Brother plant is such a pleasure. I’ve hired twenty Spirit Farmers to manage this valley, but their day’s work might only match half of what you’re doing in half an hour.”

After moving into this valley, he followed his Senior Brother’s example by contracting the entire valley.

Upon harvesting and calculating, he found after subtracting Sect rent, seed costs, and hired Spirit Farmers’ fees, the hundreds of acres of Spirit Field earned only twelve hundred Spirit Stones in six months.

Fortunately, all he needed to do was be a hands-off manager; otherwise, it’d be a huge loss.

Ji An shook his head, laughing:

“If the Planting Technique doesn’t reach a certain level, Spirit Farmers earn only hard money, barely enough to sustain their cultivation needs.

To have more harvests, one must possess superb skills.”

For instance, when planting Talisman Grass, others might harvest once every three months, but he only needs two months, where others plant two rounds, he can plant three, and profits naturally increase.

The two rested under the trees, waiting for other Spirit Farmers to finish planting. Ji An once again released the Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell, sinking all the seeds into the soil.

His Magical Power was insufficient to complete the later spells, so he took a Cloud Mushroom Pill, sat cross-legged to refine, while the Spirit Farmers whispered from a distance.

“What tier do you think Junior Martial Uncle’s Magic Technique is? My Thick Earth Technique already reached the Perfection Level, but it only covers less than three acres.”

“I’ve seen Foundation Establishment Fifth-Layer Senior Uncle perform the Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell, but even then, the range of the Magic Technique’s effect couldn’t match Junior Martial Uncle’s.”

“Sigh, the stronger your ability, the easier the work, and the greater the harvest.”

“The entire Red Flame Peak is planted by Junior Martial Uncle alone, and it covers five thousand acres of forest! I dare say there’s no other Spirit Farmer in the entire Sect at his level.”

“Really? But the Sect has a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Farmer Senior Uncle.”

After refining the pill, Ji An stood up and performed the Spring Breeze and Rain Skill. The clouds rolled, and a gentle Spirit Rain began to fall, filling the air with a refreshing fragrance.

Before the Spirit Rain ended, dark green sprouts were already poking out of the ground, and soon they grew several inches tall. Herb-type Spirit Plants grow much faster than Spirit Woods.

Wei Songnian shouted loudly:

“Stay away from the Spirit Field in the future. If you accidentally fall in, no one can save you.”

Most Bloodthirsty Vines can grow to Middle Grade level, and a Qi Refining Stage disciple caught by them would be severely injured, if not dead.

He ran over to Ji An and whispered:

“Senior Brother, what do you think the Sect wants with so many Blood-sucking Vine Seeds?”

“Of course, for planting.”

Ji An said gloomily. If these are planted around the outposts in the Ten Thousand Mountains, they can at least delay and hinder the assault of land-dwelling Demon Beasts.

The Bloodthirsty Vine is not afraid of fire, and if it can be cultivated to Tier One Upper Grade or even Top Grade, it could serve as a good defensive measure.

This kind of Spirit Plant has a downside; it becomes weak if it doesn’t feed on fresh blood for a long time.

Moreover, if it absorbs too much blood at once, it temporarily loses its aggressive nature, much like most animals that become drowsy after a good feed.

…

Time weaves on and years slip by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

In the morning, by the Mulberry Forest near the Cold Pool.

Ji An sat cross-legged, operating the Evergreen Wood Skill, as Spiritual Qi flowed through the Immortal Vein, with the Dao Seed in the Acupoints gleaming brightly.

Especially the Water Element and Wood Element Dao Seeds, whose colors were now more vibrant and deep than before.

A sea of light emanated around him, with the Jade Leaf Mulberry slightly bowing towards where he sat, as if subjects bowing to a sovereign.

As the Cultivation Technique circulated, Ji An sensed three kinds of Spiritual Mechanisms converging around him.

The nurturing and nourishing of the Earth Element Path, the vigorous vitality of the Wood Element Path, and the silent, subtle moistening of the Water Element Path.

One Cultivation Technique granting him insights into three paths.

Time felt like the ripples created by a Spirit Fish surfacing in the Cold Pool, spreading outward but slowly fading away.

A Golden Sun leaped over the mountain range, generously showering light and warmth onto the earth, illuminating the ancient pines on the high mountains, the temples on the hillsides, the grass in the valleys, and the verdant Mulberry Field alike.

At the top of Red Flame Peak, golden-red mist roiled like a demon with claws bared.

The Gold and Fire Spirit Mechanism gradually intensified, causing Ji An to feel a slight burning and stinging sensation in his Immortal Vein, prompting him to slowly conclude his practice.

Maintaining his cross-legged posture, he introspected his Dantian, where the Sea of Magical Power emitted an emerald green glow, akin to a serene lake amidst green mountains.

He immersed his mind into the Stone Turtle, and lines of text appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

[Master: Ji An]

[Dao Rhyme: Gold 2.2, Water 0, Wood 0, Fire 0.6, Earth 3.1]

[Spiritual Mechanism: Kan Spirit 60.8, Gen Spirit 350.6, Zhen Spirit 10.2, Xun Spirit 141.4, Kun Spirit 61.7, Qian Spirit 498.4, Dui Spirit 416.5, Li Spirit 564.1]

[Magic Technique: Jade Wood Transformation Skill (Perfection 67%)

Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell (Perfection 91%)

Spring Breeze and Rain Skill (Perfection 85%)

Five Directions Spirit Gathering Technique (Perfection 6%)…]

The Thick Earth Returning Origin Spell was nearing Merit Perfection, which would make cultivating Spirit Wood much easier.

…

Three days later.

The Flying Ship swiftly landed by the Cold Pool, and Wei Songnian disembarked, burdened with thoughts.

Liang Hill approached to greet him, saying:

“Junior Martial Uncle Ji is inside crafting Talismans. If you have matters to discuss, fellow Daoist, you’ll need to wait a moment.”

Ever since Xia Yuhuan and others arrived, he had changed the form of address, only calling Ji An a fellow Daoist in private.

Wei Songnian nodded: “I’ll find him; don’t worry, I won’t disturb his Talisman making.

By the way, did you receive the Sect’s Communication Golden Sword last night, Senior Brother?”

“I’m not sure about that. Junior Martial Uncle often performs spells in the Mulberry Field at night.”

Liang Hill shook his head, saying, when he performs spells, the Spirit Field seemed like a falling galaxy, making it difficult for him to see anything clearly.

Wei Songnian walked into the room and quietly watched Ji An craft Talismans. He observed as one Top-grade Flame Bursting Talisman after another was drawn, with a success rate unexpectedly reaching seventy to eighty percent.

About half an hour later, Ji An put down the Talisman Brush, turned around, and said:

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Wei Songnian’s plump face wrinkled into a somewhat bitter smile, and he said:

“Senior Brother, did you receive the Sect’s Communication Golden Sword last night?”

Last night at 9:00 PM, he received the Sect’s Communication Golden Sword, instructing everyone to gather at Sunrise Peak in a month to advance into the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He hadn’t slept a wink all night, as battle was not his forte.

“Of course, I received it,” Ji An nodded, adding, “Which is why I’m preparing Talismans today as reserves for future use.”

Wei Songnian remained silent, then bowed and said:

“Senior Brother, your ability to cultivate calmness is admirable.”