Chapter 82: Ten Acres of Spirit Fields (3/5)

Two years had passed.

With He Song arranging four Spirit Gathering Arrays to constantly nourish the land, the original ten acres of ordinary fields had been successfully transformed into spirit fields.

The spiritual energy flowing endlessly within the soil was a trait only possessed by spirit fields. Only in such soil could spirit rice truly thrive.

In other words, after years of careful preparation, He Song’s plan to cultivate spirit fields and boost his income had finally taken shape.

Now all he needed to do was plant the spirit rice. As time passed, these ten hidden acres of spirit fields would yield nearly a thousand spirit stones in profit each year.

With such a tremendous return, He Song would no longer need to scrimp and save for spirit stones. With enough spirit stones, he could indulge in the most luxurious cultivation environments.

Pills to raise his cultivation? Buy them!
Teas to improve his cultivation? Buy them!
Foods that enhance his cultivation? Buy them!
Anything that could elevate his cultivation—
In short, once the spirit fields produced, He Song would never lack cultivation resources again.

Scenes flashed through his mind: sipping tea to increase his cultivation, eating meals to grow stronger, taking pills to rapidly advance. With a casual gesture, He Song conjured eighteen array cores in his palm.

These were the cores for the Five Elements Array—different from the five cores of the Spirit Gathering Array and the nine cores of the Maze Array. The Five Elements Array, being both offensive and defensive, required a full eighteen.

These eighteen array cores were He Song’s greatest achievement over the past two years.

He formed a seal with his fingers, and the array cores transformed into streams of light, flying outward in all directions. Soon, as a faint glow shimmered, the Five Elements Array was laid out.

He sensed a trace of murderous energy gathering within the array, and his heart settled.

With the protection of the Five Elements Array, even if others discovered the spirit fields, He Song need not worry about his safety. Even if he happened to arrive when someone blocked the valley, as long as the Five Elements Array was active, he could escape or ambush with ease.

Moreover, if he wasn’t present and someone stumbled upon the fields, the array might kill them if they were careless or not strong enough.

Perhaps, when he next returned, he might find the corpses and storage bags of cultivators in the valley?

Such thoughts flickered through He Song’s mind, but he quickly shook his head. The death of one cultivator was not a problem; the danger lay in the possibility of the elders seeking vengeance.

If such a situation arose, He Song would immediately relocate everything elsewhere, regardless of the cost.

In the world of cultivation, caution was paramount.

With this in mind, after enveloping the valley with the Five Elements Array, He Song began manipulating the Maze Array. Its coverage needed to be broader than the Five Elements Array; otherwise, someone might step directly into the killing array before being confused and driven away by the maze.

He Song didn’t wish for such an outcome, so he adjusted the Maze Array’s range accordingly.

Soon, the Maze Array was perfectly adjusted.

With this, He Song fully mastered the three foundational arrays. Once he carved the corresponding array cores, he could lay them out at will.

Having finished, He Song exhaled deeply. Then, a large bag appeared in his hand—not a storage bag, but an ordinary one. Over the past two years, he had used his position to collect all the spirit rice seeds he could, and they were all inside.

He opened the bag and, using the artifact manipulation technique, scattered the entire bag of spirit rice seeds across the ten acres of spirit fields, planting them properly.

When all was done, He Song tossed the bag aside and finally relaxed.

The spirit rice was planted. The spiritual energy here was abundant, so there was no need to perform daily Spirit Rain techniques. A nearby stream provided ample water.

He Song only needed to visit once a year: replenish the arrays with spirit stones, harvest the spirit rice, and plant new seeds.

Once a year. Nothing to worry about. Each year, a thousand spirit stones earned.

Such low risk, low investment, and high return was only possible because He Song himself was an array master. Other cultivators would have to pay exorbitant resources just to hire an array master to lay out the three arrays—if they could even find one.

“Luckily, I didn’t choose another cultivation craft back then; otherwise, none of this would be possible,” He Song thought as he gazed at the mist lingering above the valley.

Back then, he had chosen the path of arrays precisely because it required no initial investment.

Though he spent many spirit stones carving array cores, the spiritual energy released from shattered stones was absorbed by himself.

Thus, he ensured none of the spiritual energy was wasted, while rapidly increasing his cultivation.

Other cultivation crafts lacked this advantage; a mistake meant losing everything.

For example: talisman crafting. If a talisman failed, the paper and ink were wasted.

Pill refining was similar. If it failed, the materials in the furnace were lost.

Artifact forging and beast taming were no different.

Only array masters could absorb the spiritual energy from failed array core carvings, speeding their progress.

He Song took one last look at the picturesque valley, then slipped underground, rapidly heading toward the Immortal Market.

He only needed to return once a year: replenish the arrays and harvest the spirit rice.

His main focus still had to be on the Immortal Market.

Only there could He Song swiftly improve his cultivation and combat power.

Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

He Song returned from hundreds of miles away without alerting anyone.

The journey took less than a day—half a day was enough.

Fortunately, he had chosen a day when he wasn’t scheduled to work in the medicine garden.

Thus, his absence from the Immortal Market went unnoticed. Even Wei Fan and He Song’s neighbors had no idea of his whereabouts.

Back in his private chamber, He Song checked the small mechanism he had set before leaving. Finding it untouched, he finally breathed easy.

(End of chapter)