Chapter 58: Fang Kangseng Goes Up the Mountain

"Alright, that's good!" Fang Yun said as he took out some spiritual rice and handed it to Fang Kangseng.

"This is your food for the near future; handle it yourself, and let me know when you finish!"

Then, Fang Yun went to the canyon and used the leftover rice seeds to plant several acres of rice.

With this food supply, he wouldn't have to worry about Fang Kangseng's survival anymore.

For the next few days, Fang Yun let Kangseng adapt to the mountain environment.

At this time, the spiritual rice also entered its growth phase.

Thus, Xie Yi began to accelerate the growth of the spiritual rice again.

Fang Kangseng watched as Fang Yun used the Growth Technique at the edge of the spirit field, seeing the spiritual rice grow wildly under the green light, and he was left dumbfounded.

"Clan Leader, you're amazing! Are you a god?" Fang Kangseng exclaimed excitedly.

Fang Yun glanced at him and said, "I'm not a god. Enough chit-chat; follow me!"

With that, he took Fang Kangseng to the northern mountains to extract more nutrient-rich soil.

Bringing Kangseng along was just to help him familiarize himself with the process of planting spiritual rice; he didn't expect him to be of much help.

After bringing the soil back and replacing the earth in the spirit field with the new soil for planting vines, Fang Yun looked at the vines that had just sprouted and nodded in satisfaction.

While using the Spiritual Rain Technique to replenish the spiritual energy in the spirit field, he also supplied some spiritual energy to the vines to ensure their smooth growth.

After a month of hard work, the spiritual rice finally reached maturity.

Now, it was time to wait for a month.

With the presence of spiritual insects, he didn't need to worry too much about the spiritual rice.

Once he finished with the rice, Fang Yun took Fang Kangseng to harvest the rice in the canyon.

Previously, while accelerating the growth of the spiritual rice, he had spent some time stimulating these rice crops, and since there were only a few acres, it hadn't taken much time.

After finishing these tasks, Fang Yun finally had time to check on the vines next to the spirit field.

The growth phase of the vines was a bit unexpected; after a month, they still hadn't entered their growth phase, and Fang Yun could only continue to wait.

Although he had used life essence rather than the Growth Technique to stimulate the vines, he still didn't dare to interfere during their seedling stage, worrying it would adversely affect their growth.

That would be a waste of his time.

However, he realized that he might need to conduct such experiments to see the difference between the life essence he had and the wood attribute spiritual energy produced by the Growth Technique.

But he couldn't apply that to the five carefully selected vines.

Fortunately, he still had other abandoned vines above the canyon, which would be perfect for experimentation.

There was no rush now; taking advantage of the time, Fang Yun started teaching Fang Kangseng how to read.

Coming from a poor family, Fang Kangseng had been exposed to some learning from his clan, but he didn't know many characters.

Considering his not-so-smart demeanor, Fang Yun didn't expect him to recognize many words.

However, literacy was the foundation of cultivation.

Fang Yun was eager for Fang Kangseng to reach the first level of Qi Refinement as soon as possible.

Yet, being anxious wouldn't help; it could only be done slowly.

He took out the Changchun Gong and began teaching him one character at a time.

A few days later, looking at Kangseng's confused expression, Fang Yun could only shake his head helplessly.

Even though he had anticipated this, he still underestimated Kangseng's dullness.

After teaching him a character for three days without success was quite frustrating for Fang Yun.

"Clan Leader, am I very stupid?" Fang Kangseng asked cautiously.

Fang Yun looked at him, shook his head, and didn't say anything.

Perhaps the problem lay in his teaching method; using the Changchun Gong directly as a template was indeed too difficult for someone like Fang Kangseng.

After thinking about it, Fang Yun took Fang Kangseng down to the foot of the mountain.

When Fang Lin and Fang Zhou saw Fang Yun leading Fang Kangseng down the mountain, they were startled and thought Fang Yun was returning him.

If that were the case, there wouldn't be another person with spiritual roots in the family.

"Clan Leader, what's going on?"

Fang Yun scratched his head, feeling a bit of a headache, and then said, "Elders, please send a teacher here to teach Fang Kangseng every day.

I don't require too much, but at least he should learn to read.

After the daily lessons, come back to find me in the mountains.

You can stay in the lower mountain at night! What do you think?"

Hearing this, Fang Lin and the others let out a sigh of relief; it turned out to be an issue of enlightenment.

That shouldn't be a big problem.

"Don't worry, Clan Leader! We'll get a teacher over right away!"

Fang Yun nodded, feeling relieved after delegating this tricky task.

If he had to teach himself, it would waste too much of his time.

After giving Fang Kangseng a few instructions, he returned to the mountain to continue waiting for the spiritual rice to mature and for the vines to enter their growth phase.

A month later, the spiritual rice was ready for harvest, and the vines also entered their growth phase.

However, Fang Yun wasn't in a hurry to stimulate the vines; he first focused on harvesting the spiritual rice.

"Clan Leader, let me help you!" Fang Kangseng said eagerly as he stood by the spirit field, looking at the flourishing spiritual rice.

After a month of struggling with literacy, he felt demoralized, but seeing the familiar farming tasks made him enthusiastic again.

Fang Yun glanced at him and smiled, shaking his head. "You can't harvest this until you have some magic power; just help me out on the side!"

Fang Kangseng, feeling unconvinced, replied, "Clan Leader, please let me help! I really can do it!"

Seeing his determination, Fang Yun found it amusing and didn't say anything further, handing him the iron sickle he was holding.

Excitedly, Fang Kangseng took the sickle and walked down into the spirit field.

He bent down and attempted to harvest the spiritual rice.

However, when he swung down hard with the sickle, he realized that the spiritual rice hadn't been harmed at all.

Stunned, he tried again with a few more cuts, but the rice still showed no signs of damage.

Frustrated, he continued for a while but eventually stood up in confusion, glancing between the untouched spiritual rice and Fang Yun.

Embarrassed, he said, "Clan Leader, this rice is different from what we grow at home!"

"Of course it is! Alright, come up here. I'll do the harvesting; you can carry it. Let's finish this quickly!"

After instructing Fang Kangseng, Fang Yun activated his magic power and began harvesting the spiritual rice.

In less than an hour, he completed the harvest.

Seeing Fang Kangseng busy in the spirit field, Fang Yun didn't pay him much attention.

Although the spiritual rice was heavy, Fang Kangseng could manage. If he didn't let him do anything, it would be discouraging for him.