Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 3: Minor Cloud and Rain Spell

After checking the core code and not finding any errors, Zhang Deming chose to complete it.

In the pitch-black editing panel, all the runes gathered together and formed a ball of light, which eventually condensed into a raindrop-shaped rune.

The rune was transparent, with a faint white color, and upon closer inspection, countless runes could be seen rotating inside the raindrop.

Then, the raindrop rune flew out of the editor and entered Zhang Deming's dantian.

Zhang Deming was slightly stunned, as a strange and mysterious piece of information emerged from his mind.

After organizing the information clearly, Zhang Deming was astonished and delighted. It turned out to be the realization of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell!

It seems that the speculation was true. He could actually edit the spell in his dantian and then cast it.

The editor in front of him returned to the homepage, and in the pitch-black panel, there was only a blinking '|' cursor.

Excitedly, Zhang Deming put away the editor's text and rapidly flipped through it with his hands, muttering words under his breath.

After eight years of practicing the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, he was extremely familiar with its various movements and incantations.

As the spell reached its final stage, a never-before-felt surge of spiritual energy engulfed Zhang Deming's entire body. The spiritual energy he had accumulated for eight years was finally being put to use today.

"Come out, my Minor Cloud and Rain Spell!"

Finally, with a burst of excitement, spiritual energy gushed out from Zhang Deming's hands, and a small white cloud slowly formed above his head.

Eighteen years, and the accumulated spiritual energy in his body had been building up for eight years. Today, he finally cast his first spell!

Feeling the exhilarating sensation of the spiritual energy erupting due to the completion of the spell, Zhang Deming was filled with immense excitement.

While Zhang Deming was editing the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell plugin, the sun had already set, and many people in the dormitory area had returned to their courtyards.

Due to the first casting, he didn't pay attention to controlling the height and cast it directly above his head.

The cloud did not exceed the roof, so at this moment, Zhang Deming and the surrounding houses had a cloud hovering above their heads.

Threads of spiritual energy rainwater tilted down from above.

"What the f*ck!"

"Minor Cloud and Rain Spell?!"

"What the f*ck, who is the master who cultivated it again?"

"Oh my god, it's the fourth one. Why isn't it me? I hate it, why is the world so unfair!"

Many rooms echoed with exclamations. This kind of situation was not the first time it had been seen in the miscellaneous yard. It happened almost every year.

Rainfall in the rooms only had one possibility: there would be another "experience-sharing, spell-exchanging" king under the banyan tree in the small square!

Someone in their miscellaneous yard had cultivated the Cloud and Rain Spell. It was truly a joy for one family but a source of envy for many others.

Due to the range of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, it directly caused a light rain in the surrounding rooms of the same sect.

Those who reacted quickly complained while skillfully hiding their blankets in the cabinet to avoid having nowhere to sleep at night.

Those who were slower looked at the cloud above their heads with a bitter feeling.

Why him?

Every year, there would be one or two instances like this. You cultivate it and you're overjoyed, while I feel bitter. I have to endure the rain, and later when I go out, I can't show that I'm unhappy. I have to flatter and curry favor.

Why is it like this? Why isn't it me? I've also put in a lot of effort.

Many people stood in their rooms, getting wet in the rain, while complaining.

In just a short moment, many experienced individuals ran to Zhang Deming's courtyard based on the range, but they couldn't pinpoint who exactly it was.

The rice field workers in Xiaoqing Mountain are not a large group, there are only about twenty people.

Therefore, after a moment, the news spread and everyone knew about it.

When Zhang Deming, with a pale face due to the eruption of spiritual energy, opened the door with a calm look as if entering the realm of sages, he attracted everyone's attention.

Beside him, Zong En was slightly stunned and said, "Ming-ge, is it you who achieved enlightenment?"

Under the various expressions of the crowd, Zhang Deming touched his nose and nodded calmly, saying, "Yes, I finally achieved it. After eight years of hard work, today can be considered a successful cultivation."

"Congratulations, Ming-ge."

"Congratulations, no more hard labor for you."

"Congratulations, the day of promotion to the outer sect is just around the corner."

"Ming-ge is only eighteen, he's truly a genius. He achieved the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell at such a young age."

"Yes, Ming-ge must have great talent for magic."

"Who knows, Ming-ge might have the talent to become a mage!"

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In an instant, the fellow workers around him praised him endlessly, even stooping to praise Zhang Deming's stinky feet.

Damn, what a genius!

He spent eight years cultivating the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, which I haven't even touched.

Didn't you know my level when we communicated before?

Each of them shamelessly stooped to praise him, is that appropriate?

Zhang Deming, who had already cultivated to a somewhat refined state, felt a bit annoyed in his heart, but on the surface, he wore a calm and smiling expression, responding to everyone's flattery as if he really was the genius they described.

The praise didn't stop for a long time, and it became more and more exaggerated.

He felt that if these people continued to praise him, he might become the hope of the Heavenly Spirit Sect's future, the star of tomorrow for the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

"How about it, do you now understand the pleasure of casting my first spell?" Zong En whispered in Zhang Deming's ear, winking.

Zhang Deming paused and replied, "Yes, the joy of mastering a spell and the thrill of releasing spiritual power, it's indeed good."

Zhang Deming's serious response made Zong En stunned for a moment, then he looked at Zhang Deming, who hadn't fully recovered his breath as a sage, and his expression became even more strange.

Ignoring him, Zhang Deming turned his head and looked at the many fellow disciples below the steps in the courtyard, saying, "Today, I have just achieved the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell. Due to my improper control, my fellow disciples were caught in the rain. I will stay here to make amends."

"Hey, Ming-ge, you're talking nonsense. We should be the ones thanking you. We were fortunate enough to be baptized by your spiritual power, and we have gained a lot of good luck. Who knows, someone among us might have an enlightenment and succeed in cultivation tomorrow."

Zhang Deming's face twitched as he looked at the person speaking, Lü Guo. It's always you, Lü Guo, who is the most active in stooping and flattery!

"That's right, that's right, we should be grateful."

"This is Ming-ge's first spell, a baptism that many people can't even beg for."

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Listening to the flattery around him, Zhang Deming knew that from now on, he wouldn't have to work hard to gain recognition.

As long as he stayed in this field, among the rice field workers in Xiaoqing Mountain, even if he didn't strive for it, there would be plenty of people competing to stoop and praise him.

Thinking of this, the bitterness of the past emerged, and today he finally achieved a positive result. He couldn't help but feel a little proud, and a smile appeared on his calm face.

In this moment, because there wasn't enough water prepared, the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell had already finished raining, and the clouds had dispersed.

(End of this chapter)