Chapter 425: Lifespan of Two Thousand Years
Harvested five mu of Mutant Seed Rice, Lifespan +1,000 days.
Harvested five mu of Golden Spirit Rice, Lifespan +10,000 days.
Harvested five mu of Foundation Fortifying Abundant Soil Rice, Lifespan +50,000 days.
Harvested five mu of Five Elements Circulating Rice, Lifespan +55,000 days.
Lifespan gained from this harvest: 328 years.
Current remaining Lifespan: 2,041 years.
Jiang Chen unleashed the Golden Blade Technique. The giant sword fractured into thirty-six slender blades, reaping the mutated spirit plants with a clean, whistling sweep.
His Lifespan, originally hovering over seventeen hundred years, surged past the two-millennia mark-a longevity indistinguishable from an old monster at the Nascent Soul stage.
Jiang Chen stroked his chin, his eyes reflecting the golden hue of the fields. “The Foundation Fortifying Abundant Soil Rice yields a harvest once a month, while the other three spirit rices mature once a season.
If I push the Four Seasons Sutra, I can accelerate their growth to a harvest every two months.By that measure, I am guaranteed an annual increase of… two thousand years of Lifespan?”
Any other cultivator would have wept tears of joy and stopped there.
Jiang Chen, however, merely rolled up his sleeves and expanded his Spirit Farms.
Foundation Fortifying Abundant Soil Rice, Five Elements Circulating Rice, Golden Spirit Rice, and Mutant Seed Rice-previously, he maintained five mu of each, totaling exactly twenty mu.
Now, he carved out an additional three mu for every variety.
This brought each type of mutated rice to a full eight mu.
The total expanse of his Spirit Farms swelled from twenty to thirty-two mu in a single breath.
Naturally, this was not the limit of Jiang Chen’s stamina, but the absolute threshold of his portable space.
Pushing it further would only dilute the rich concentration of Five Elements Spirit Qi within the realm.
For now, thirty-two mu struck a perfect, harmonious balance.
Besides, the days ahead were long.
Jiang Chen then turned his gaze toward the secret realm entrance of the Seal Bone Tomb.
Ever since the ancestor’s coffin had been hauled out, the Seal Bone puppets had returned to their old, tireless routines.
A dozen or so shambled in and out each day, dragging forth an ever-growing pile of spoils.
Alongside the usual heavenly and earthly treasures, several unfamiliar oddities had surfaced.
Such as the Netherworld Blood Ginseng.
The Nine Revolutions Ice Soul Flower.
Extreme Yin Profound Iron.
And the massive corpse of a serpent.
It possessed a triangular head with sharply protruding frontal bones.
A dark purple, diamond-shaped crest grew proudly atop its skull.
Its dead eyes resembled two hollow, extinguished torches.
Four three-cun-long fangs jutted from both its upper and lower jaws.
It stretched roughly five zhang in length, its thickest midsection as wide as a water barrel.
A slight ridge ran down its spine, and a viscous, gray-black fluid oozed from the gaps between its weathered scales.
Jiang Chen pondered the sight. “When I ventured deep into the tomb before, I never encountered a single living creature. I wonder which dark corner these Seal Bone puppets dragged this out from.”
Regardless, the serpent was clearly no ordinary beast.
Lore dictated that serpents bearing crests possessed immense age.
It must have slithered through the shadows of the Seal Bone Tomb for centuries.
Unable to identify its exact lineage, Jiang Chen committed its features to memory, planning to consult the sect’s ancient records once he returned outside.
With his tasks complete, his figure blurred, reappearing atop his solid nanmu bed in the outside world.
The quiet hours of the night slipped away, giving way to the pale light of dawn.
Da Huang and Wang Zai were already tumbling through the yard, roughhousing to burn off their boundless morning energy.
A sharp caw echoed from the sky above, signaling an approach.
Jiang Chen’s Divine Sense had already swept outward, recognizing the visitors long before they landed.
It was the Earth Spirit Root construction team he had hired several times before, led by Wu Guangman.
He hadn’t expected them to take the commission for his relocation, making for a pleasant surprise.
“Spirit Envoy Jiang!”
“Good morning!”
“We are here to assist with your relocation!”
Truthfully, having not seen Jiang Chen in some time, Wu Guangman and his crew stood with stiff, respectful postures.
They used to casually call him Senior Brother Jiang; now, they had to bow and address him as a Spirit Envoy.
In contrast, their lot hadn’t changed much, save for a few new faces added to their ranks.
Jiang Chen retrieved a crisp watermelon and offered a warm smile. “Thank you for your hard work.”
Wu Guangman quickly waved his calloused hands. “You are too polite, Envoy. We haven’t even broken a sweat yet. We will gladly share a meal once the work is done.”
Jiang Chen set the melon aside. “I need to head to the Spirit Farm periphery shortly to oversee the third-quarter assessment. You all have free rein here.”
Wu Guangman thumped his chest, his voice ringing with confidence. “Rest assured, this isn’t our first time working together.”
Though this new plot was quite a distance from Red Leaf Valley, the journey was entirely worth it for them.
Beyond the generous sum they would receive from the Spirit Farm Management Office…
The true prize was the chance to reaffirm their ties with Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen pointed toward the dog and chicken. “Leave those two be. I will bring them over myself.”
Wu Guangman nodded. “Understood.”
Jiang Chen then withdrew a parchment blueprint from his Jade Green Gourd and handed it over. “This is the layout I have designed for the new residence.”
Wu Guangman unrolled the parchment, his brow furrowing in bewilderment. “This… is quite intricate.”
Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly. I blended the sprawling manors of my past life with the classical courtyards of this one. Of course it’s intricate.
The overall design was perfectly symmetrical-orderly and square, yet grounded in rustic practicality.
The front courtyard featured a wide, open expanse paved with heavy bluestone slabs, culminating in an elegant moon gate.
Beyond lay the main hall-three zhang high, four zhang wide, and five zhang deep-meant for daily affairs and receiving guests.
The east wing served as the living quarters, rising two stories high. The ground floor housed a spacious kitchen, while the upper floor held the master bedroom.
The west wing mirrored its height, partitioned into a quiet study, a secluded cultivation chamber, and a dedicated brewing room.
Finally, a rear courtyard boasted a central water feature flanked by winding garden paths and a covered corridor that led deep toward the ancient Red Leaf Tree.
It utilized every cun of space to its absolute limit.
It was a sanctuary of low-key restraint, yet undeniably expensive in its quiet refinement.
Wu Guangman took a deep breath, his expression hardening with professional resolve. “Alright. My men and I will execute this to the letter. If you spot a single misaligned stone, point it out immediately.”
Jiang Chen patted the man’s sturdy shoulder, pleased. “I will.”
With a thought, he summoned Shattered Moon Flowing Frost. The blade hummed beneath his feet as he soared into the sky, leaving the valley behind.
“Senior Brother Jiang… no, we really have to call him Spirit Envoy Jiang now!”
“To reach such heights in just a few short years. We can’t even compare.”
“Keep your heads down and do good work. If we maintain this relationship, maybe we can reach Foundation Establishment like Tie Zhu!”
Wu Guangman and his crew watched him depart, their hearts heavy with awe.
During their first encounter, Jiang Chen had been nothing more than an ordinary spirit farmer.
By their second meeting, his fields had begun to multiply.
Now, on their third meeting, his status had transcended their world entirely.
High above the clouds, Jiang Chen-who was well out of mortal earshot-caught their murmurs with his Divine Sense. He blinked in surprise. So that’s why I couldn’t contact Tie Zhu. He’s attempting Foundation Establishment!
He had assumed the man had run into trouble, not that he was preparing to leap the dragon’s gate.
However, given Tie Zhu’s meager background, securing a Foundation Pill should have been near impossible.
It seemed a great deal had transpired during the month Jiang Chen had been away.
Before long, Jiang Chen descended upon the periphery of the Outer Peak’s Spirit Farms.
Because today marked the third-quarter assessment, the fields were swarming with anxious Outer Peak disciples.
Compared to the previous two quarters, Jiang Chen had barely shown his face here, his time consumed by the Return to Ruins Secret Realm and the chaos in Mystic Heart City.
As usual, three official disciples were tasked with conducting the evaluations.
The first was Lin Ya, who permanently oversaw the peripheral fields.
The second was Jiang Chen himself.
The third official disciple, brought in specifically to judge the harvest, was a complete surprise.
Not only did Jiang Chen recognize her, but she had left a rather unforgettable impression.
It was Sun Mu-a woman with the rugged facial features of a man, yet endowed with an impossibly lush, earth-shattering figure!