You Cultivate, I Farm

Lu Xuan has mastered a considerable number of sword techniques by now.

The Four Seasons Sword Technique, the Wind and Thunder Sword Scripture, the Starlight Sword Technique, the Thousand Owls Sword Technique, the Peacock Sword Formation, the Green Lotus Sword Scripture…

Among these techniques, due to the absorption of numerous Sword Intent Experience Packs, the Four Seasons Sword Technique and the Wind and Thunder Sword Scripture have reached a transcendent state of perfection and fluidity.

As for the other sword techniques, he needed to continuously make fine adjustments based on the state of the corresponding sword grass during cultivation. Coupled with precise cultivation methods and numerous opportunities to practice these techniques, his skill in several sword techniques was also quite remarkable.

For him, the most challenging part was essentially the initial learning phase.

With a sigh, Lu Xuan returned to his house and took out the deep cyan jade slip, pressing it against his forehead.

In the depths of his sea of consciousness, a chorus of sword cries rang out, and a lotus composed of countless jade-green swords quietly appeared, gently spinning and intermittently releasing sword intents.

Suddenly, the lotus burst open, sending countless sword energies howling through Lu Xuan's sea of consciousness, transforming into vast information that merged into his being.

The deep cyan jade slip silently shattered, turning into a cloud of dust.

Lu Xuan stood still, his brow furrowed, his powerful spiritual consciousness struggling to digest the endless information from the jade slip.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, feeling as if mastering the sword techniques was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

"If only I could get the Green Lotus Sword Scripture experience pack from the light orbs ahead of time, it would save so much time and effort."

He continued his studies until midnight, his mind muddled, eventually falling asleep exhausted and fully clothed.

The next morning, Lu Xuan got up early and went to his spiritual field.

In the faint morning mist, the spiritual plants appeared ethereal and vibrant with life.

He approached the area where the Jade Dew Fruit plants were assigned by the Pill Hall for cultivation.

On the lush green leaves of the Jade Dew Fruit plants, pure morning dew formed, reflecting the scenery around them, rolling slowly on the leaves before completely merging into the plants.

"The Water Firefly Grass has sprouted."

Not far away, in the area where two hundred Water Firefly Grass plants were planted, tender pale blue shoots emerged from the spirit soil, swaying gently in the cool morning breeze, their seemingly fragile bodies filled with vigorous vitality.

Lu Xuan's face lit up with a smile, inspired by the vitality of the Water Firefly Grass seedlings.

With a slight movement of his spiritual power, clouds condensed above the Water Firefly Grass, and strands of spiritual rain fell, thoroughly nourishing the seedlings.

After casting the Spirit Rain Technique, he used the Wood Growth Technique to further invigorate the seedlings, slightly accelerating the growth of the Water Firefly Grass.

Despite having performed these basic cultivation techniques countless times, he still found them endlessly enjoyable and satisfying.

Each casting of a technique brought him a step closer to harvesting the white light orbs.

Cultivation brought rewards, not just in the form of the spiritual plants themselves, but also the mysterious light orb rewards, making the joy of farming undeniable.

"Adventuring is out of the question. I will never venture out in this lifetime. My skills in cultivation are limited, so staying within the sect, cultivating spiritual plants, and raising spiritual beasts is the only way to sustain my cultivation."

Lu Xuan thought to himself.

After meticulously caring for all the Water Firefly Grass, he continued to inspect every spiritual plant on the mountain peak.

"Huh, the Illusory Sound Bamboo has matured."

He arrived at the Illusory Sound Bamboo, growing amid the pink miasma, and noticed the translucent progress bar beneath it was fully filled.

The bamboo's roots stretched out from the spirit soil, and upon sensing Lu Xuan's approach, numerous fine cracks opened simultaneously.

Instantly, a cacophony of bizarre noises invaded his ears, as if countless demonic beasts and evil spirits were howling and wailing together. The sounds, somehow transforming into captivating melodies, incited Lu Xuan's blood to surge and his mind to wander.

"Planting it near these Enchanting peach trees turned it into this ghostly state."

Lu Xuan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time as he uprooted the Illusory Sound Bamboo, focusing his mind on the green bamboo. A thought flashed through his mind.

"The Illusory Sound Bamboo, a fourth-grade spiritual plant, delights in collecting and mimicking all kinds of strange sounds, especially the enticing tunes and the robust thunderous noises."

"It can be used to refine bamboo flutes and other special artifacts."

"The enticing tunes must be the result of planting it near the Enchanting peach trees,

and the robust thunderous noises should be due to the extensive activation of sword qi and thunder sound lately, imprinting them into the Illusory Sound Bamboo as its innate talent."

Lu Xuan mused.

Suppressing the urge to experiment with the Illusory Sound Bamboo's effects, his attention was wholly captured by the white light orb that appeared where the bamboo was planted.

The light orb flickered slightly, as if calling for Lu Xuan to pick it up.

"A fourth-grade spiritual plant, such a rare variety, I wonder what reward will come from the light orb."

With anticipation, Lu Xuan gently touched the surface of the light orb.

The orb burst open, countless tiny light orbs rushed towards Lu Xuan, merging into a faint, strange sound that penetrated his being.

"Harvesting a fourth-grade Illusory Sound Bamboo, obtained a fifth-grade treasure, the Mirage Sound Pearl."

As the thought passed, a peculiar pearl appeared in Lu Xuan's hand.

The pearl was transparent, almost weightless in his grip, allowing him to feel the impact of numerous strange sound waves. Listening closely, it seemed as though whispers were echoing in his ears, reaching deep into his sea of consciousness.

Lu Xuan concentrated on the mysterious pearl, and a flood of detailed information about it filled his mind.

"The Mirage Sound Pearl, a fifth-grade treasure, crafted from the demonic core of the ancient Mirage Sound Beast, capable of collecting, mimicking, and unleashing the world's strange sounds for various purposes such as attacking, bewitching, or healing."

"After ingestion, it merges with the cultivator's throat, and upon complete refinement, it becomes indistinguishable from the cultivator."

"The Mirage Sound Beast, an ancient mythical creature adorned with hundreds of peculiar ears, loves to hide in utter silence, listening to the voices of the world."

"Another fifth-grade treasure, and it seems quite unique."

Lu Xuan exclaimed in amazement.

Having cultivated the fourth-grade Illusory Sound Bamboo shortly after establishing his foundation, and given the rarity and uniqueness of the Illusory Sound Bamboo, maturing it led to obtaining another fifth-grade treasure from the light orb!

He looked at the transparent soft pearl in his hand and swallowed it without hesitation.

An unusual sensation immediately arose in his throat, involuntarily producing various tones and strange sounds as if adjusting to the new addition.

After a moment, his throat returned to normal.

"Brother Lu Xuan, how have you been lately?" a voice, gentle and cool, identical to Shen Ye's, resonated.

"Big Brother Lu!" the crisp and clear voice of Baili Jianqing chimed in.

"Brother Lu Xuan, I've come to deliver seeds to you," the melodious and gentle voice of Guan Wan from the Pill Hall added.

"Hey!" Lu Xuan uttered softly, his mind moving, and a fierce sword qi thundered past, shattering a distant boulder into dust that settled thickly on the ground.

"***"

Spurred by a whim, Lu Xuan mimicked the bewitching tunes of the peach forest, only to feel a slimy sensation under his feet.

Looking down, he saw the Demon Ghost Vine had somehow crept under his feet, its grey tendrils raised high, slightly tilted, as if filled with confusion.