1: Wei Zhou!

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Early morning, just as dawn broke.

In the Cultivation World of Zhao Country, in the shantytown on the outskirts of Fengyu Bazaar.

With a creak.

A wooden door slowly opened, and a sleepy-eyed young man walked out.

Wei Zhou yawned widely, rubbed his eyes listlessly, and picking up his hoe, prepared to go out for work.

As he left, he was filled with anger and glared back fiercely at his next-door neighbor's yard.

What was all that noise in the middle of the night? Don't they have any public decency?

His neighbor was a male Cultivator at the ninth level of the Qi Refinement Stage, who frequently brought female Cultivators home to stay overnight, engaging in illicit affairs.

This made him angry but unable to speak out, after all, the strength difference was clear!

He was merely a small Cultivator at the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage; the other person could crush him with a single finger.

Last night, he even brought a female Cultivator who made noise the entire night, causing him to be unable to sleep.

Once I have Spirit Stones, I must first change rooms, even if I can't afford a new room, I must at least set up a sound-insulating formation!

Wei Zhou secretly gritted his teeth, making a silent vow in his heart!

After all, the houses near this shantytown had extremely poor sound insulation.

Last night, he was meditating and Cultivating, when the noise from next door was terribly loud, making his mind restless, his Spiritual Qi surge, and nearly shaking his Dao Heart.

It was truly a close call!

Having no choice, Wei Zhou could only grit his teeth and stay up all night, enduring the noise from next door, he angrily recited the Heart Calming Spell.

Who would have thought, the noise lasted the entire night, and he recited the Heart Calming Spell all night, finally managing to calm down with great difficulty...

Thinking about the abundant work still waiting for him in the medicinal field today, his mood completely exploded.

Today marks the 18th year since my Transmigration to this Cultivation World. When will these days ever end?

In this kind of environment, what kind of Immortal Cultivation is this?!

I can't even sleep peacefully; I'm truly having a hard time!

Wei Zhou couldn't help but complain inwardly!

Before coming to this Cultivation World, in his perception.

Cultivators should be able to fly through the sky and burrow into the earth, be free and unconstrained, ride swords on the wind, roam thousands of miles freely, and have Sword Qi spanning thirty thousand miles.

But in reality, it was...

Although Cultivation sounded quite grand, for the lowest-level Cultivators, there was no good life to speak of.

Every day was a struggle for survival, and one wrong move could cost them their lives.

Eighteen years ago, he was born into this world through Transmigration, becoming the son of a county magistrate, growing up in luxury.

Until two years ago, his father spent a large amount of wealth to send him to an Immortal Sect to Cultivate.

Unfortunately, his Aptitude was only a Three-Type Miscellaneous Spiritual Root. Although he could become a Utility Disciple, he did not want to be subservient to others.

(Spiritual Root classification from low to high: Five-Type Pseudo Spiritual Root, Four-Type Pseudo Spiritual Root, Three-Type Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, Two-Type True Spiritual Root, single-type divided into Earthly Spiritual Root and Heavenly Spiritual Root, above which are Saint Spiritual Root, Divine Spiritual Root, Immortal Spiritual Root...)

Therefore, he volunteered to come here to undertake the medicinal field planting task. The condition was that he had to complete sixty years of corvée labor. During this period, if any skill among the hundred arts of Cultivation reached the second-grade level, he could leave the Sect.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have done it!

Wei Zhou slapped his thigh, a look of regret on his face.

Over the past few years, Wei Zhou had already seen the reality clearly and finally understood that he was, after all, just a mediocre person!

After all.

With his Aptitude of a Three-Type Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, without any other special Opportunities, even if he Cultivated his entire life, it would be impossible to reach the Golden Core Stage; at most, he could reach the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It has truly been more than two wasted years! My cultivation is still stuck at the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage. The future is worrying!

Wei Zhou looked up at the sky, feeling a wave of confusion about the future.

He shook his head, casting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, picked up his hoe, and strode out the door!

Oh, Xiao Wei, up so early? It seems the medicinal herbs in the field are growing quite well this time!

As Wei Zhou walked on the path towards the medicinal field, a middle-aged Cultivator emerged from a nearby alley, greeting him with a smile.

The other person's cultivation aura was much stronger than his, being at the sixth level Perfection of the Qi Refinement Stage, just half a step away from entering the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

In this shantytown, he could be considered a minor expert!

Morning, Old Mo.

Wei Zhou also smiled and greeted the person.

Immediately after, Wei Zhou sighed and said.

Oh, don't even mention it! You know I'm only at the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage, and my Little Cloud Rain Spell has only reached Intermediate level. I can't cast it many times a month.

This person was named Mo Liu; the Cultivators in the shantytown all called him Mo Lao Liu, considering him an old-timer in this shantytown.

Wei Zhou was also unclear about his specific background, only knowing that he had been planting medicinal herbs in this area for ten years!

Mo Lao Liu had dark skin, a face full of wrinkles, a scraggly beard, and a pipe in his mouth. He had his pant legs rolled up, was unkempt, and carried a hoe on his shoulder.

He gave the impression more of a beggar than a Cultivator.

However, based on Wei Zhou's interactions with him over the past few years, he knew that the other party's actual age was only in his early thirties...

Right, but what about you, Old Liu? With your cultivation at the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Stage and Advanced Little Cloud Rain Spell, your harvest this year must be quite good, right?

Between Wei Zhou's words, a hint of envy was revealed.

This Little Cloud Rain Spell was a spell taught by the Sect to these medicinal farmers. It involved channeling Spiritual Qi from Spirit Stones or one's own Spiritual Veins into the air to create rain, which could forcefully ripen medicinal plants.

Various medicinal grains, medicinal fruits, and medicinal herbs nourished by the rain could not only prevent insect bites and rodent damage but also greatly enhance the survival rate and yield of medicinal crops.

Wei Zhou hadn't expected at first that this Little Cloud Rain Spell could also be linked to cultivation, and be closely related.

When he had painstakingly Cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Spell for a year and a half, upon casting it, the rain's coverage only extended to half an acre, and his spiritual power could only be maintained for less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

He felt like dying...

Heh heh! Not much, really! But it's enough to get by! Mo Lao Liu smacked his lips, answering vaguely.

Forget it, Old Liu, if you don't want to say, then don't! Sigh! So many years of friendship...!

Wei Zhou pretended to be deeply hurt and shook his head.

Alright, I give up on you, you brat! This year's harvest is only about five or six hundred Spirit Stones!

Mo Lao Liu shook his head, took a sip of wine, and waved his hand as he spoke.

Old Liu! Let's go to the fields! Today, the Outer Sect Supervisor is coming to inspect the medicinal plants! I wonder if I'll pass!

Between Wei Zhou's words, a hint of nervousness and worry was revealed.

Xiao Wei! Don't worry! I've seen the medicinal plants in your field; they should barely pass!

Mo Lao Liu patted Wei Zhou's shoulder and turned to head towards the medicinal field.

Wei Zhou also quickly followed Mo Lao Liu's pace, and the two chatted idly as they walked towards the fields.

Xiao Wei, I have a piece of news! It concerns your future whereabouts, do you want to know?

Mo Lao Liu rubbed his hands together, speaking with shifty eyes.

Seeing him like this, Wei Zhou knew there was nothing good, and quickly hastened his steps towards the fields.

Mo Lao Liu quickly followed his pace, trying to coax him along the way.

Finally, having no other choice!

Mo Lao Liu pulled out his trump card, even feigning a look of being at a great disadvantage.

I give up on you! One Spirit Stone is enough!

Although one Spirit Stone was a small amount,

However, Wei Zhou still painfully pulled out a Spirit Stone from his Storage Pouch.

After all.

His entire fortune only amounted to a few hundred Spirit Stones, and two Spirit Stones could pay for a month's rent.

How could he not feel heartache?!

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(See next chapter)