I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

“Four Seasons Sword Art”, “Wind Thunder Sword Scripture”, “Starlight Swordsmanship”, “Thousand Owl Sword Classic”, “Peacock Sword Array”, “Blue Lotus Sword Canon”…

Among these sword techniques, the “Four Seasons Sword Art” and “Wind Thunder Sword Scripture” had reached perfection and thoroughly instinctive mastery, given the large number of Sword Intent experience packages absorbed.

As for the other sword techniques, he had to constantly fine-tune them according to the state of the Sword Grass he was cultivating. Coupled with his meticulous cultivation methods, he had ample opportunities to practice the sword techniques. Therefore, his grasp of these techniques was quite impressive.

The most challenging part for him was always the beginning stage.

Lu Xuan sighed and went back into his house, took out the deep blue jade slip and placed it on his forehead.

In the depths of his consciousness, the sound of clanging swords resonated. A lotus made of countless azure swords quietly appeared, spinning slightly in the depths of his consciousness, with unsure Sword Intent flowing through.

Soon, the lotus bloomed abruptly, countless amounts of Sword Qi whistled past in Lu Xuan’s consciousness, transforming into a vast amount of information that was absorbed by his body.

The deep blue jade slip on his forehead silently shattered, turning into countless fragments.

Lu Xuan stood there, his brows knitted. His powerful spiritual consciousness worked hard to digest the endless information brought by the jade slip.

It was only after a while that he opened his eyes, feeling that mastering this sword technique was immensely challenging.

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t extract the experience package of the ‘Blue Lotus Sword Canon’ from the light group in advance. That could have saved me so much time and effort.”

He studied until midnight and fell asleep in his clothes with his mind chaotic and fatigued.

The next day, early morning.

Lu Xuan got up early and went to the Spirit Field.

In the misty fog, the various spirit plants appeared vaguely, brimming with vitality.

Lu Xuan went to the area where he had contracted to grow Spirit Plants for the Dan Palace.

Pure morning dewdrops had condensed on the jade dew fruit plant leaves.

The morning dew was pure and flawless, reflecting the surroundings. It slowly rolled on the leaves, before completely seeping into the plant.

“The Water Glow Grass has sprouted.”

Not far away, there was an area where two hundred stalks of Water Glow Grass had been planted.

Fresh blue sprouts were poking out of the Spirit Soil, gently swaying in the cool morning breeze. Inside the seemingly weak sprouts were powerful vibrant life forces.

Moved by the vitality of the Water Glow Grass seedlings, a smile unconsciously appeared on Lu Xuan’s face.

Activating his spiritual power, a cloud condensed above the Water Glow Grass, releasing a gentle rain that nourished the seedlings of the Water Glow Grass.

After performing the Spirit Rain Technique, he used the Tree Life Spell to rejuvenate the life inside the seedlings, making the Water Glow Grass grow a little faster.

Although he had used the basic techniques for cultivating Spirit Plants countless times, he never tired of them, and performed them with pleasure.

Every technique used brought him one step closer to his reward, the White Light Group.

With planting came rewards, not only were the Spirit Plants themselves a form of reward, there was also the mysterious light group. How could he not enjoy farming?

“Exploring is out of the question. I will never explore in this life. Since I’m not very good at cultivation, I can only stay in the sect, planting Spirit Plants, raising Spirit Beasts to maintain my progress.”

Lu Xuan thought secretly in his heart.

After meticulously caring for each Water Glow Grass, he continued to inspect his Spirit Field, looking over every Spirit Plant inside his mountain.

“Oh, the Illusion Sound Bamboo has matured.”

He arrived at the Illusion Sound Bamboo growing in the Pink Miasma and realized that the semi-transparent progress bar below it was completely filled.

The roots of the bamboo plants stretched out from the Spirit Soil. Sensing Lu Xuan’s approach, a multitude of thin fractures on the dense and developed roots opened up together.

Suddenly, countless discordant sounds filled his ears, resembling the howls and roars of numerous demon beasts and demon envoys. Unbeknownst when, the sounds turned into a cycle of constant returns, causing Lu Xuan’s blood to boil, driving him to fanciful thinking.

“They became like this because they were planted near these Enchanted Immortal Peaches.”

Lu Xuan shook his head in bitter amusement as he uprooted the Illusion Sound Bamboo. His mind concentrated on the jade green bamboo, a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

[Illusion Sound Bamboo, a fourth grade Spirit Plant, loves to gather and imitate all kinds of strange sounds, especially the soft and violent thunder sounds.]

[It can be used to forge inner magic devices like the bamboo flute, as well as other special magical instruments.]

“The soft sounds must have been a result of planting them near the Enchanted Immortal Peaches, whereas the violent thunder sounds are likely due to the massive stimulation of the Sword Qi Thunder Sound over this period of time, imprinting on the Illusion Sound Bamboo and turning it into its natural instinct.”

Thoughts raced through Lu Xuan’s mind.

He stifled the urge to test the effect of the Illusion Sound Bamboo, his attention completely captured by the white light cluster where the Illusion Sound Bamboo was planted.

The light cluster flickered faintly, as if calling for Lu Xuan to pick it up.

“A fourth grade Spirit Plant of such a rare type, I wonder what rewards I could extract from the light cluster.”

Lu Xuan’s heart filled with anticipation as he gently reached out and touched the light cluster.

The light cluster burst into pieces, myriad minute light clusters surged toward Lu Xuan, formed a faintly discernible peculiar sound, and integrated into his body.

[Harvested one fourth-grade Illusion Sound Bamboo, rewarded with a fifth rank treasure, the Mirage Sound Pearl.]

As the thought flashed across his mind, an odd pearl appeared in Lu Xuan’s hand.

The pearl was transparent and felt like nothing when held. His fingertips could feel the impact of countless peculiar sound waves. When he listened closely, whispers seemed to ring around his ear, reaching deep into the sea of his consciousness.

Lu Xuan’s mind was concentrated on this peculiar pearl, a thought floated across his mind, and he immediately understood the detailed information about the pearl.

[Mirage Sound Pearl, a fifth rank treasure, made from the demon core of the ancient strange beast, Mirage Sound Beast. It can collect, imitate, and stimulate strange sounds of the world, which can be used for attack, bewitchment, healing and many other uses.]

[After consumption, it can blend into the cultivator’s throat, and after complete refining, it will no longer distinguish self and other.]

[Mirage Sound Beast, an ancient strange beast, with hundreds of strange ears all over its body, likes to hide in silent places, listen to the sounds of the world.]

“Another fifth rank treasure, and it seems quite special.”

Lu Xuan exclaimed.

He had just established his foundation when cultivating the fourth-grade Illusion Sound Bamboo. Having cross-ranked cultivation, combined with the peculiar and rare variety of the Illusion Sound Bamboo, he obtained another fifth rank treasure from the light cluster after its maturity!

He glanced at the transparent soft pearl in his hand then swallowed it without hesitation.

There was a sudden movement in his throat, involuntarily making various sloghtly strange pitches, as if adjusting to adapt.

A moment later, his throat returned to its calm state.

“Junior Brother Lu, how have you been lately?” The voice was as calm and cold as Shen Ye’s.

“Brother Lu!” The crisp and clear voice of Baili Jianqing.

“Brother Lu, I’ve come to deliver the seeds to you.”

The soft and gentle voice of Dan Palace Guan Wan.

“Humph!”

Lu Xuan muttered a word, a thought in his heart, the Sword Qi Thunder Sound came slashing, it was vigorous and domineering, instantly shattering a giant rock in the distance, turning it into dust fallling from the sky, a thick layer stacked on the ground.

“****”

On an impulse, Lu Xuan imitated the suggestive sounds of the Enchanted Immortal Peach Forest, suddenly feeling a slippery sensation under his feet.

Looking down, he saw that the Demon Vine had climbed to his feet at some unknown time. The grey vine twisted high, cocked slightly to one side, seeming to be rather perplexed.