Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

Chapter 277: Chapter 255: Returning to Mingfeng Mountain

The spirit rice has matured, and hundreds of spirit farmers are busy in the fields.

Ji An looked at the bustling scene and shook his head slightly.

Liu Erhu, who had been observing his expression, stepped forward and said with a smile:

“Junior Martial Uncle, you can rest today. You can start planting the next batch tomorrow.

With your planting efficiency, earning Contribution Points is so effortless.”

In his heart, he marveled that with the other party’s magic, Yellow Sprout Rice could mature in eight days, yielding millions of catties of spirit rice. He wondered how the Sect would reward this.

Ji An shook his head and laughed, saying:

“If I continue planting, the price of Yellow Sprout Rice will immediately plummet, and I won’t earn many Contribution Points.”

He now understood well that the yield of Yellow Sprout Rice in the Western Continent could be very high, but all forces maintained a relatively stable price to ensure low-tier disciples have a livelihood.

If a large number of high-tier spirit farmers participated in planting low-tier crops, the yield would increase instantly, and the price would also collapse immediately.

This is called a market economy, and by then, it’s not impossible for a Spirit Stone to buy several thousand or even tens of thousands of catties of spirit rice.

If the price of spirit rice collapses, many families that make their living from farming won’t be able to survive.

The current price of spirit rice should be the result of a compromise between various parties.

Spirit rice is just an insignificant link in the Cultivation Realm; what truly determines the number of cultivators is the output of spirit medicine.

Unlike spirit rice, the effect of spirit medicine affected by magic techniques is not so exaggerated.

The higher the tier of the spirit medicine, the more time it takes to cultivate enough age for it.

“You all continue. I’ll be off,” Ji An waved his hand, activated the Flying Shuttle, and returned to Red Flame Peak.

Manual harvesting of spirit rice was too slow. He thought again about the idea of using magical artifacts to harvest spirit rice.

He took out the Communication Golden Sword, recorded his thoughts into it, and activated the golden sword.

Golden light flashed and flew toward Lingxiao Mountain.

The rest of the matter did not require his attention; the Diligence Hall would manage everything well, which is the advantage of having an organization.

…

A few days later, another batch of spirit rice matured.

Ji An looked at the magical artifact flying in the sky like a combined harvester, revealing a knowing smile.

He had only provided an idea, and the thing was manufactured. A specially crafted large-capacity storage bag could solve the storage problem.

The efficiency of the magical artifact was equivalent to the manual harvesting of hundreds of spirit farmers; this is the power of cultivation technology.

Liu Erhu was dumbfounded, aren’t magical artifacts supposed to be used for combat?

Seeing this, all those years of hard manual harvesting indeed seemed incredibly foolish.

Ji An cleared his throat and said:

“What are you standing around for? Get the other disciples to start working.”

The Qi Refining disciples were mainly responsible for casting the Flame Fire Spell. Although their casting range was small, the sheer number of them made up for it.

This way, he could save magical power to complete the planting.

“Just now, I was fascinated by the novel artifact, Junior Martial Uncle, please wait a moment.”

Liu Erhu snapped out of it and shouted loudly:

“Stop looking, get to work!”

…

Three months later.

Ji An sat cross-legged in the Mulberry Field cultivating, with various colored light spots dancing around him, and the faint golden Sun Bing Fire was the most eye-catching.

Half a month ago, the order in Luofeng Valley was restored, and there was no need to plant Yellow Sprout Rice anymore. His life finally returned to normal.

A Communication Golden Sword flew in from the sky, trembling beside him.

Ji An exited his cultivation state, caught the golden sword, and checked it.

’Order for Red Flame Peak disciple Ji An to gather at Yingri Peak at 7:00 AM three days later to enter Yingfeng Mountain.

Anyone arriving late without a valid reason will be held responsible by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Please make haste to purchase battle supplies and use this order at the Treasure Pavilion to exchange for spiritual artifacts at wartime discounts.’

“It finally came.”

With a soft sigh, Ji An stood up.

The overwhelming situation eventually couldn’t be avoided, so he might as well go along with it.

He patted the Storage Bag, knowing everything he needed was inside, so there was no need to make extra preparations.

He surged his magical power and flew back to the Cold Pool, calling a few Qi Refining disciples and said solemnly:

“I’ve received orders from the sect; in three days, I will take the Spirit Ship to Mingfeng Mountain.

After I leave, you must keep the Mountain Protection Array activated and do not skimp on Spirit Stones.”

The disciples were shocked and bowed their heads, pledging, “We will follow Junior Martial Uncle’s orders.”

Seeing their heavy expressions, Ji An laughed heartily and said:

“When I return to Red Flame Peak, let’s all have a grand feast. I hope I can make it to your Foundation Establishment ceremony.”

With that, he activated the Flying Shuttle and flew out of Red Flame Peak.

…

Ningcui Cliff was lush and verdant, with cloud and mist swirling around the mountaintop and streams and waterfalls rushing down the mountainside, exuding the aura of an Immortal Family.

Ji An descended, walking into the grotto mansion with dragon-like strides.

He smiled and cupped his hands:

“Master, your disciple bids farewell. In three days, I will head to Mingfeng Mountain.”

The anxiety in his heart had completely settled on the way, leaving only calmness.

Mingfeng Mountain is still there, and his mission is nothing more than to hold the position.

The sect has set up a Teleportation Array in the Immortal City, and unless one is unfortunately killed, one should always be able to return.

“Has the situation become this urgent?”

Ge Ying murmured; the sect actually started recruiting spirit farmers, and the situation at Mingfeng Mountain seems to be quite precarious.

Ji An shook his head slightly and said:

“Not entirely, after all, I’m a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even if I’m not good at magical combat, I can do quite a bit with ample magical power.”

Other spirit farmers might not be good at magical combat, but he was an exception.

If it came to a confrontation with someone of the same stage, he feared no one, including demon beasts.

“Be careful; as long as you can hold out for two months, the Canglan Secret Realm will open again, and the situation will improve.

By the way, do you have any defensive spiritual artifacts?”

“I do. Many years ago, I had Junior Martial Brother Zhao Lei at the Artifact Refining Hall refine an apricot yellow Banner, and after more than ten years of sacrificial refinement, its spiritual nature is quite potent.”