Chapter 87: Spirit Rice Matures (25)

"With this, even if I can't break through the bottleneck on my own, I can still attempt to reach the late stages of Qi Refining." Recalling the contents of the introductory chapter of talisman crafting, He Song felt a sense of relief.

After a year of continuous study, He Song had fully comprehended the introductory chapter of talisman crafting. He had mastered the methods for creating low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade Earth Talismans, Golden Light Talismans, and Swift Movement Talismans.

He had also mentally rehearsed the process of drawing talismans hundreds of times.

Now, all he needed to do was spend some spirit stones to purchase talisman paper and ink, start crafting talismans, and gradually improve his success rate.

Once his success rate increased, He Song would naturally announce his identity as a talisman master.

At that point, it would be time to sell his spirit rice and exchange it for a large amount of spirit stones!

Fortunately, He Song had already bought a talisman brush, a stack of talisman paper, and a small bottle of talisman ink a year ago.

These materials would allow him to draw ten talismans.

Whether he succeeded or not, He Song would need to purchase more talisman paper and ink to continue his talisman crafting.

However, now was not the time to craft talismans. He Song had important matters to attend to after leaving seclusion.

Standing up and opening the door, He Song quickly made his way to the market area.

As he walked through the streets of the immortal market, He Song occasionally glanced around and noticed that there seemed to be more people than before.

After a moment of thought, he realized this wasn't an illusion. Every year, a number of first-level Qi Refining cultivators arrived from the mortal world.

Over the years, the number of cultivators in the immortal market had decreased, but compared to the period after the rogue cultivator attacks, the situation had improved significantly.

Thinking back, He Song couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

It had been ten years since True Person Bear Mountain went to support the Red Spirit Gold Mine and the rogue cultivators attacked the immortal market.

And He Song had been in this world for fifteen years.

When he first transmigrated, his predecessor was just an eighteen-year-old first-level Qi Refining cultivator.

Now, He Song calculated that he was already thirty-three years old. Fifteen years had passed.

He had carefully and cautiously grown from an eighteen-year-old first-level Qi Refining cultivator to a thirty-three-year-old sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator.

The difficulties he had faced were known only to himself.

He had experienced life-and-death crises several times, and though his caution had helped him survive each time, the dangers of this world were very real.

If he hadn't been careful, He Song might have died several times over. In the future, he would need to remain vigilant at all times to ensure his safety and continue cultivating.

Perhaps, countless years from now, he would look back and find that he had become invincible.

Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, He Song continued walking toward the market area. He had come to buy a storage bag.

Storage bags were categorized by size and function.

The small storage bag, like the one He Song currently owned, had the smallest capacity and was the cheapest, costing only one hundred spirit stones.

A large storage bag, with ten times the capacity of a small one, was much more expensive, costing one thousand spirit stones.

In addition to these two types commonly used by Qi Refining cultivators, there was also a cargo storage bag.

Unlike ordinary storage bags, cargo storage bags were generally larger and less portable.

Ordinary storage bags were about the size of three fingers and easy to carry, but the smallest cargo storage bag was ten times larger.

Due to their bulkiness, cargo storage bags were cheaper.

A small cargo storage bag, with ten times the capacity of a small ordinary storage bag, cost only one hundred spirit stones.

A large cargo storage bag cost one thousand spirit stones.

He Song had come to buy a small cargo storage bag. His current small storage bag was too small to hold the ten thousand pounds of spirit rice from his spirit fields.

To harvest the rice, He Song had to save a year's worth of income to purchase a small cargo storage bag.

Even though the small cargo storage bag was inconvenient to carry, it was the only option. A compact, easy-to-carry large storage bag cost one thousand spirit stones, which He Song couldn't afford at the moment.

Arriving at the place where storage bags were sold, He Song spent one hundred spirit stones to buy a small cargo storage bag.

After stuffing it into his sleeve with some effort, He Song noted that it was indeed bulky and not easy to carry.

It bulged noticeably in his sleeve, making it more conspicuous. However, these were minor issues.

He just needed a place to store the ten thousand pounds of spirit rice. Once he became a talisman master and his spirit stone reserves grew, he would replace it.

Leaving the market area, He Song quickly returned home. Then, using his earth escape technique and concealment technique, he swiftly made his way to his spirit fields.

Several hours later, He Song's head emerged from a dark corner of the valley where his spirit fields were located.

After scanning the area with his spiritual sense and confirming that no cultivators had entered, He Song relaxed his guard and stepped into the valley.

However, even though he found no signs of intruders, He Song kept two mid-grade Earth Talismans in hand, just in case of an ambush.

When he reached his ten acres of spirit fields, He Song looked out and saw a sea of golden rice.

The spirit rice stalks, heavy with grain, swayed in the breeze, looking as if they might topple at any moment. Each grain of rice was plump and filled with spiritual energy, a sight that brought joy to He Song's heart.

A flash of delight crossed his face. Ten thousand pounds of spirit rice! One thousand spirit stones! It was his!

However, He Song quickly took out thirty spirit stones.

With a series of hand seals, the spirit stones transformed into streams of light and flowed into the six formations operating in the area: four Spirit Gathering Formations, one Mist Formation, and one Five Elements Formation.

These formations consumed thirty spirit stones annually, a fixed cost.

But the output from these spirit fields was ten thousand pounds of spirit rice per year, worth one thousand spirit stones. Such a bountiful harvest was rare.

Even He Song, from the time he transmigrated to this world until now, wasn't sure if he had ever held one thousand spirit stones in total. This was his total income over fifteen years.

(End of Chapter)