The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

Three varieties of wine. Three cups.

They rested upon the table before Zhu Fuxian.

Top-quality Spirit Wine, silky and crisp, its sweetness carrying the fresh fragrance of wild grass and ancient trees.

Top-quality Golden Wine, mellow and rich, its heavy wheat aroma laced with a hint of roasted warmth.

Top-quality Ice Heart Jade Pot Wine, clear as the meltwater of a high peak, carrying a throat-piercing chill.

After tasting each in turn, Zhu Fuxian narrowed his eyes, thoroughly savoring the lingering aftertaste.

Jiang Chen raised his own cup-not one of the three he had brewed, but the elder’s Bamboo Green Wine. Taking a light sip, he said, “It happened like this. I had nothing left to do in Mystic Heart City, so I decided to return. Not long after I departed, an explosion suddenly tore through the area…”

The core of the matter remained the same.

The sequence of events was unchanged.

However, compared to his initial explanation to Chen Tian and the others, he offered a few more details this time.

Listening to the end, Zhu Fuxian waved a hand dismissively. “As long as you are alive, that is enough. This old man cares little for the rest.”

Jiang Chen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “I simply did not expect the journey to delay me for a full month. I nearly missed the third assessment for the Outer Peak’s Spirit Farm.”

Zhu Fuxian offered a word of advice. “See things through from beginning to end. No small number of Outer Peak disciples have earned their official status because of you.”

Thirteen disciples in the first quarter.

Sixteen in the second, including Miao Huayu.

Jiang Chen had broken the sect’s records twice in a row, leaving many utterly astounded.

Some even suggested he continue overseeing the Outer Peak assessments, ensuring the ranks of official Spirit Farm disciples would only swell.

However, Zhu Fuxian had firmly rejected the proposal.

Though Spirit Farmers possessed ample time to pursue other endeavors…

…Jiang Chen’s position was different. Not only did he conduct the Outer Peak assessments, but as the sole Cultivation Envoy, he was tasked with patrolling and supervising every spirit plant across the entire Spirit Farm.

There was no need for him to squander his hours on the Outer Peak.

Furthermore, rules were rules.

One envoy per year, with no repeats permitted within a decade.

If the laws were bent so casually, would the Spirit Farm not fall into chaos?

Zhu Fuxian drained another cup of Ice Heart Jade Pot Wine. “There is a matter I must inform you of.”

Jiang Chen set down his cup, looking at the elder with a touch of confusion. “What matter?”

Zhu Fuxian gazed out at the crisp, autumn night. “The dragon vein in the Canglan Sea has been severed. Many Cultivation sects and ancient families in that region have suffered catastrophic losses, leaving them unable to survive.

Therefore…”

Jiang Chen suddenly understood. “People are coming to the Spirit Farm?”

Zhu Fuxian gave a slight nod. “The Spirit Grain Sect.”

Hearing this, Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.

It felt unexpected, yet entirely reasonable.

When the Nine Curves Sect met with disaster, they had been absorbed into the Rain Pavilion.

Now that the Spirit Grain Sect faced ruin, merging into the Spirit Farm was indeed a logical choice.

After all, the Spirit Grain Sect possessed exceptional mastery over planting and cultivation.

Zhu Fuxian had not anticipated this muted reaction. He cast a sideways glance. “What is it?”

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment before speaking. “Had I not just returned from Mystic Heart City, I would naturally welcome them with open arms. But after everything that has happened, I cannot help but feel…”

Zhu Fuxian’s interest was piqued. “Feel what?”

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and voiced his true thoughts. “It is far too coincidental!”

Beyond the three great immortal sects, the world is filled with countless Cultivation factions.

Yet they chose nowhere else, specifically seeking refuge within the Cloud Sea Sect.

And all of this unfolds precisely while the Yellow Springs Alliance is stirring up chaos.

Zhu Fuxian instantly grasped his meaning, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You suspect this was entirely orchestrated by the Yellow Springs Alliance? A ploy to force the remnants of the Nine Curves Sect and the Spirit Grain Sect into our ranks?”

Jiang Chen offered a grim reminder. “You have not forgotten Rong Long, have you?

If a high-tier Formation Master of his standing could turn traitor, what of these outsiders!”

Zhu Fuxian shook his head. “This is the will of the higher-ups. Moreover, you possess no proof. I can only attempt to report your suspicions, but we likely cannot refuse them. The people are already on their way.”

Jiang Chen furrowed his brow. “Are they absorbing the entire sect, or only a portion?”

Zhu Fuxian replied, “Any cultivator possessing a Wood Spirit Root who has reached Foundation Establishment will join us.”

Hearing this, Jiang Chen let the matter drop.

If the heavens collapsed, the tall and mighty would be there to shoulder the weight.

Besides, he had already stepped into the Golden Core realm, forging a Heavenly-Grade Golden Core.

If the situation truly deteriorated, he could simply relocate and maintain his steady, cautious life. He stood to lose nothing.

The two resumed their drinking, though words grew sparse between them.

They simply basked in the quiet atmosphere of the night.

And the lingering warmth of the wine.

It was not until the deep hours of the morning that Zhu Fuxian lay back against the floor, instantly falling into a thunderous slumber.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen chose not to disturb him, rising decisively to take his leave.

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…

Returning home, Jiang Chen tidied up his belongings and ascended to his second-floor bedroom.

Lying upon his bed, the thought of beginning the move tomorrow left him with a complicated knot of emotions.

He had lived in this valley for five years, expanding his domain from a single mu of second-grade Spirit Farm to five full mu, even unearthing the secrets hidden within the stone mountain.

It was safe to say he was leaving behind a wealth of fond memories.

Under normal circumstances, once a cultivator established their roots, they rarely ever moved.

Unfortunately, a disaster had once struck this very land, ensuring that any Spirit Farm expanded beyond six mu would invite all manner of bizarre and ominous phenomena.

For the sake of his own survival, he had no choice but to depart.

Fortunately, Red Leaf Valley was an excellent alternative.

Not only was the territory vast, but the scenery was breathtaking.

And with his portable space at hand, he never had to worry about his deepest secrets bleeding into the open.

The thought of his portable space sparked a sudden realization. He had sensed changes within it earlier, and there was still a massive segment of the dragon’s corpse left unprocessed. It was time to step inside and inspect his domain.

The more he considered it, the more a thrill of anticipation gripped him. In a flash, he vanished from his bed.

His vision blurred for a fraction of a second before the familiar expanse of his portable space materialized around him.

With a single glance, he was rooted to the spot in sheer awe.

Heavens above. After breaking through from Foundation Establishment to the Golden Core realm, the internal dimensions had violently expanded to a staggering two hundred mu. No wonder it could effortlessly house the hundred-zhang-long remains of the Mirage Dragon.

Originally, the space possessed all five elements, cycling in an endless, self-sustaining loop of creation.

Now, the rich black earth was transforming into five-colored soil.

The spirit vein, once purely metal-attributed, had evolved into a vastly richer mineral vein.

The spirit lake was no longer filled with simple water, but shimmering Liquid Water Essence.

As for the spirit plants, faint imprints of worldly laws now surfaced upon every leaf and stem.

Previously, cultivating within this space only provided a five to ten percent boost to his cultivation speed. Now, that amplification had surged to a full one hundred percent.

At the boundaries, the fixed, invisible barriers had dissolved, replaced by an elastic boundary membrane woven from chaotic Magic Power and the laws of heaven and earth.

Currently, it was indistinguishable from an ordinary minor grotto-heaven, and in certain aspects, it was vastly superior.

After all, other spatial pockets and minor grotto-heavens lacked such a flawless cycle of the five elements and the laws of heaven and earth.

Just then, Jiang Chen let out a soft murmur of surprise. His gaze drifted toward the colossal remains of the Mirage Dragon, only to discover that a portion of it had actually fused with the Cradle Ice Womb.

It appeared the fetus inside was actively siphoning the essence from the Mirage Dragon’s ruined shell.

Truthfully, Jiang Chen had not paid attention to this artifact for quite some time. Judging by its current state, it had grown significantly larger, radiating an intensely cold aura.

Especially the fetus inside, which had grown startlingly distinct.

It looked as though, in just a little more time, it would finally… be born!