In The Immortal Cultivation World, Hard Work Can Make Up For Your Shortcomings

On a scorching day in the sky, Mu Jiuxiao faced the scorching sun and lowered his head to harvest the rice in the Lingtian.

The heavy rice bent the branches with golden light. Mu Jiuxiao held a scimitar with a cold light in his hand, shuttled through the rice fields, laboriously cut off the rice ears, and carefully put them into the basket beside him. inside.

This is the Golden Spirit Rice unique to the Immortal Cultivation World. It is different from the rice in the world. When it matures, its roots are like gold and iron. It must be harvested at noon, the hottest day.

At this moment, under the Luoxia Peak, countless farmers are working hard through the farmland, enduring the scorching heat to harvest the Golden Spirit Rice.

This Golden Spirit Rice is a low-grade yellow spiritual object. It has a maturity period of only three days and can only be harvested at noon every day. Once it is not harvested in time, it will lose its spiritual power.

Today was already the third day. Mu Jiuxiao raised his head and looked at the sky. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He speeded up, regardless of the physical exertion. He used meteor steps while walking, and finally caught up with the sun when the sun was tilted. At that time, all the spiritual rice was harvested.

"Dang~"

He had just finished harvesting the last spiritual rice when a bell rang in the distance. His heart relaxed and he fell to the ground, looking at the scorching sun in the sky and gasping for air.

It is still too reluctant for a mortal to harvest spiritual rice. He feels like he has fought a battle with someone at this moment. His body's internal energy is exhausted and his meridians are as painful as tearing.

This Golden Spirit Rice looks ordinary and can be cut by a mortal with a sharp knife, but this is an entire acre of land. Cutting each piece of rice is more tiring than cutting down a tree in the mortal world. Mu Jiuxiao doesn't even know that he is How to persevere!

After lying on the ground for a moment, Mu Jiuxiao sat up cross-legged, swallowed a pill in his belly, and began to meditate to regain his breath.

The elixir is an ordinary Mortal Pill, and the cultivation method is a popular product in the Immortal Cultivation World - "Eternal Spring Gong". Although this method is ordinary, only the tenants of Seven Star Sect can be given it. Ordinary mortals want to get it. It is extremely difficult.

"Brother Ninth! Brother Ninth!"

After practicing for a while, Mu Jiuxiao was woken up by a voice. He opened his eyes and saw a pretty girl next to him looking at him, "Brother Jiu, you are too diligent. You just finished cutting the rice and started again." Have you practiced?"

"Xinyue, what's the matter with you?" Mu Jiuxiao raised his head and asked her.

Li Xinyue pinched the corner of her clothes and said with some embarrassment: "Brother Ninth, have you finished harvesting your rice? Tomorrow, can you lend me your cold iron sickle?"

Her eyes fell from Mu Jiuxiao's face to the scimitar he held in his hand. The shape of the scimitar was ordinary, but the cold light on the blade made it look like it was not ordinary.

"Xinyue, it's not that I don't want to lend it to you, it's just that I spent all my money to buy this Cold Iron Scythe, so..."

Before Mu Jiuxiao could refuse, Li Xinyue said anxiously: "Brother Jiu, there is only one day left for the harvest of our spiritual rice. You have to help anyway. When the harvest is finished, I am willing to give you half a liter." Lingdao.”

She knew how valuable the cold iron sickle was. This cold iron sickle was a Law Weapon. Although it was only a low-grade yellow weapon, only a few tenants in Luoxia Mountain could afford it.

It is said that using this cold iron sickle to harvest golden spiritual rice can increase the speed several times. She once went to Fangshi to see that this kind of cold iron sickle costs at least ten spiritual stones, and the brothers and sisters simply cannot afford it!

"Sister Xinyue, although we are neighbors, half a liter of spiritual rice is not enough to make up for the consumption of my cold iron sickle." Mu Jiuxiao clenched the cold iron sickle and declined again.

"Then just one liter, just treat it like I'm begging you!"

Li Xinyue was about to burst into tears, "We still have two acres of land left to harvest. Without your cold iron sickle, my family will definitely not be able to finish harvesting tomorrow. It's all my brother's fault. He went to the secular world to find some quack, and he said... Innate expert, but in the end he couldn’t even cut the rice!”

"Sister Xinyue, please don't worry. It's not that I'm unkind, it's just that the Cold Iron Scythe is precious and I don't dare to do it to others. How about this, if you produce an extra half liter of spiritual rice, I will help you harvest it myself tomorrow. ?”

"Mostly half a liter is no problem, I agree!"

After all the twists and turns, Li Xinyue left with satisfaction. Mu Jiuxiao also carried the basket and went to the Luoxia Peak Secular Affairs Hall. On the way, he also met many people who also came to hand over spiritual rice.

They were all working for Luoxia Peak, and they all knew each other more or less. Some acquaintances saw Mu Jiuxiao and greeted him.

"Xiaojiu, the spiritual rice you planted this year matured so early? Looking at you, this year's harvest is good."

"Hey, we are all doing things for Fan Perfected Being. How dare we not do our best?"

Mu Jiuxiao replied shyly and followed them to the Luoxia Peak's Secular Affairs Hall.

Luoxia Peak is the dojo of Seven Star Sect Fan Perfected Being. These people are all mortals who depend on Fan Perfected Being and make a living by planting spiritual fields for Luoxia Peak servants.

When they arrived at the Ordinary House of Internal Affairs, there were already several people lined up in front of Mu Jiuxiao, waiting to pay the spiritual rice. The yield of spiritual rice was not high. One acre of rice field could produce about three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice. Luoxia Feng wants to take away two hundred catties.

This spiritual rice needs to be taken care of carefully. If it is not taken care of well in any year, the tenants will even lose money. If they cannot pay the full amount of spiritual rice in good quality and quantity, they will be deprived of the qualification to cultivate spiritual fields and be driven down the mountain!

In the same way, if the harvest is good and the yield per mu is more than 300 catties, Luoxia Peak will only harvest 200 catties, and the excess will be yours.

Although Mu Jiuxiao is at the bottom of the cultivation world and exists like a slave, when he is placed in the secular world, he immediately becomes superior to others. How many Innate masters in the secular world have no way to farm land for the immortals? They even have to Work for a tenant like him.

It is already a great honor to be able to walk on the road close to immortal cultivators.

"Bold, you actually dare to hand over this kind of spiritual rice that has lost its spirituality as a good rice. Do you want to fool Master Perfected Being?!"

When it was almost Mu Jiuxiao's turn, Manager Meng, who was sitting behind the counter, suddenly shouted loudly and stared at the tenant in front of him harshly.

"Manager Meng, I don't know what's going on!"

The tenant in front of him flashed his eyes and bent down to beg for mercy.

"You don't know what's going on? Humph, it's obvious that you were lazy and slippery, delaying the harvest time, but you still have the audacity to mix these secondary spiritual rice into normal spiritual rice. Are you contemptuous of my supervisor?"

Manager Meng was furious, "Come here, drag him down, take back the spiritual field, destroy his meridians, and drive him out of Luoxia Mountain!"

"No! Manager Meng, I made a mistake. I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance!"

The man was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, kowtowed and begged. However, Manager Meng didn't even bother to look at him. He just waved his hand coldly and had people drag him down.

Ignoring the man's cry, Manager Meng stood up and warned the people behind him, "You mortals, what an honor it is to be able to cultivate land for the Perfect Being? But don't be like this man and fail to cherish the opportunity in an attempt to deceive you. Perfected Being!

Perfected Being has a kind heart. If he misses the harvest time, he can hand over double the amount of inferior spiritual rice, but if he wants to pass it off as good, he will end up with it!"

All the tenants below bent down, saying they didn't dare. Looking at the person being dragged away, they couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

In fact, Mu Jiuxiao also knew this man. Everyone called him Ge Da. Not long ago, he had a new son. Mu Jiuxiao even went to his house for a drink. Unexpectedly, he was driven down the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Mu Jiuxiao could understand his behavior. He had had this thought before when he could not finish harvesting the rice on time.

The rent in Xianmen is too expensive, and the spiritual rice is too difficult to maintain. Catching insects and praying for rain will reduce the production if you are not careful. It is really difficult to save a little. If the harvest is poor one year, you will ask grandpa to sue grandma. , borrowing spiritual rice to pay rent and passing off inferior goods as good ones is also a helpless move.