The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Six hours passed in a flash.

Whether it was thanks to the golden-furred mother wolf’s vitality, Da Huang’s virility, or a combination of both, five healthy pups had already been born.

The group present—Jiang Chen, Jin Fugui, Zhao Mo, Xu Yuan, and Wu Qiuya—numbered five. Even if everyone took a pup, there would still be one to spare.

“Fantastic! There’s enough for everyone!”

“Perfect!”

“Wait, I think there’s another one coming.”

Just as the group excitedly prepared to divide the litter, the mother wolf let out a pained, guttural growl. Her owner, Zhao Mo, immediately tensed.

Jiang Chen and the rest dropped their smiles, watching the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Moments later, the mother wolf threw her head back inside the tree hollow. With a strained howl and bared teeth, she pushed out a sixth pup.

It lacked the sturdy, simple build of a farm dog and the tall, fierce appearance of the mother wolf.

Its fur was earthy yellow, as if covered in a layer of loess.

While the other pups had a triangular patch of golden fur on their foreheads, characteristic of the mother wolf, this one was different—it had a pattern resembling a vortex.

Its inner limbs bore dark ring-like markings.

Its tail was extremely short, as if cut off at the base, with a tuft of fluffy black fur at the tip.

In size, it was smaller than its littermates, yet noticeably heavier.

“Hiss!”

Zhao Mo gasped in disbelief. “It’s an atavism!”

Jiang Chen asked, somewhat confused, “Atavism?”

Jin Fugui explained, “Normally, there is indeed a certain probability of atavism occurring.”

But the sixth pup was very strange—it resembled Da Huang yet didn’t, and it resembled the golden-furred mother wolf yet didn’t.

It was bizarre, existing in a state between resemblance and non-resemblance.

It seemed like a newly emerged species, clearly not ordinary.

At this point, Xu Yuan, with his extensive experience in raising dogs, spoke up. “It looks like the sixth pup has Awakened some kind of bloodline.”

Da Huang was an ordinary spirit beast, without even an elemental attribute.

The golden-furred mother wolf, however, was different—it clearly possessed a metal attribute.

This was similar to a cultivator having a metal Spirit Root, granting special abilities.

From what could be seen, the sixth pup not only lacked a metal attribute but seemed more like it had an earth attribute.

Jin Fugui couldn’t help but press further. “Senior Brother Jiang, with your broad knowledge, do you not recognize it either?”

Xu Yuan frowned. “There are too many types—like spirit mastiffs, earth-walking dogs… over a dozen varieties. Only when it grows up can we be sure.”

Not just him, but everyone present was unable to identify it immediately.

The only thing certain was that it was anything but ordinary.

Its Potential was undoubtedly much higher than Da Huang’s or the golden-furred mother wolf’s, with an immeasurable future.

Jiang Chen raised his hands and vigorously rubbed Da Huang’s head, unable to resist praising him. “You’ve done a great service this time. When we get back, I’ll Reward you with a meaty bone.”

Da Huang only understood the word “meat” and immediately grinned foolishly, drool dripping from his mouth.

Before long, the birthing process was completely over.

The mother wolf lay in the tree hollow, resting while nursing her pups.

Only then could Jiang Chen and the others cautiously approach a bit closer, though they still didn’t get too near.

Zhao Mo glanced at the group and asked, “How should we divide the pups?”

Instantly, everyone’s gaze focused on Jiang Chen. After a moment’s thought, he said, “I’ll take the sixth pup.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan, Zhao Mo, and Wu Qiuya all looked downcast. In truth, they also wanted to choose the last pup.

Clearly, this pup was extremely rare—not only atavistic but also having Awakened a bloodline.

But from the start, it had been decided that Jiang Chen would choose first, which was unquestionable, so no one dared to refuse or obstruct.

Moreover, he wore the token of a Spirit Farm cultivation assistant at his waist.

Unlike them, who were just the most ordinary disciples of Beast Mountain.

Zhao Mo said seriously, “Next month, I’ll personally deliver the sixth pup to the Spirit Farm.”

Jiang Chen knew well that newborn pups couldn’t be separated from their mother for at least ten days to half a month, so he nodded lightly. “Alright.”

Zhao Mo then looked at the others. “The same goes for you all.”

Jin Fugui blinked. “Since there are two extra, can I have one?”

Jiang Chen and Zhao Mo exchanged a smile. “We were waiting for you to say that.”

Soon, the pups were divided.

Jiang Chen took the sixth one, the atavistic pup.

The remaining ones went to Jin Fugui, Xu Yuan, and Wu Qiuya, each taking one.

If no one wanted the last two, Zhao Mo would raise them himself.

The two agreed to collaborate multiple times in the future.

Afterward, Jiang Chen left with Da Huang.

He had gone early in the morning and only returned in the afternoon.

Fortunately, the chickens, pearl hens, and the turtles and fish in the pond were fed by the Fortress, so they weren’t hungry.

Upon returning, Jiang Chen was in high spirits. During the meal, he drank a few extra cups and even specially poured Da Huang a cup of Top-quality Spirit Wine.

“This is your Reward!”

“Who would have thought the first litter would produce an atavism!”

“I wonder what kind of bloodline it is?”

Da Huang licked the little “sweet water,” gnawed on the meaty bone, squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and felt incredibly happy inside.

He had already figured out the pattern for receiving his master’s Rewards.

Mount the mother wolf, sire pups, receive a Reward.

In other words, as long as he kept this cycle going, he could keep getting Rewards.

Jiang Chen finished eating first. Without washing the dishes, he headed straight for the bedroom on the second floor, sprawling on the bed like a starfish and muttering to himself, “Even Da Huang has children now. Should I also get married and have kids?”

To be honest, from the beginning until now, he had always felt a strong resistance toward people and things from the outside world.

The root cause was a deep-seated unease within him.

He always felt he had too many secrets, and if they were exposed, he would die.

Because of this, he only dared to seek temporary cultivation partners.

Even when Senior Sister Yu left, he only silently wished her to stay in his heart.

But he had to admit, ever since he last met Zhao Ying and her son Zhao Mingyuan, his heart had indeed been stirred.

Now, even his own dog had offspring, and they had Awakened a bloodline.

At this moment, amidst genuine happiness, the doors to emptiness and loneliness also swung open.

“Forget it, forget it, live in the present!”

“If fate allows, I’ll get married and have children sooner or later!”

“I’m only 25, not like Old Mo who’s almost 40 and still hasn’t found anyone!”

He drifted off to sleep in a daze.

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When he opened his eyes, it was already deep into the night.

The window was open, with five fire crows lined up on the headboard, all resting with their eyes closed.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like silver sand soaked in water, hazy with a delicate softness.

It was already “powerless” to illuminate everything, only picking out the empty fields and bare hilltops.

The water in the pond was black as ink, yet it held the moonlight better than the sky.

The night breeze carried a hint of frost, cool but not biting.

Tonight was exceptionally quiet, but not an empty quiet.

It was a quiet filled with thriving Spirit Rice, returning insects, Yue’er immersed in the pond, and an empty soul!