Chapter 21: Nothing to Do Today, Planting in the Spirit Field_1

Lu Xuan watched from afar as Qin Ming's body was separated, his corpse scattered with fragments of the Silver Rift Blade.

Several gray grass ropes extended from the wooden bed, binding Qin Ming's remains tightly.

Lu Xuan couldn't help but laugh and cry as he lifted the blanket, revealing the Grass Puppet with a gaping hole in its chest, still struggling to subdue the intruder who had invaded the courtyard.

"Fortunately, this Grass Puppet has some self-repairing ability. As long as there are enough Spirit Stones, it can be restored to its original condition. Considering you took a hit for me, I promise you'll be completely repaired."

Lu Xuan reassured the Grass Puppet, which had slowed down a few beats but was still working diligently.

He circulated spiritual power within his body, forming a fist-sized fireball that landed on Qin Ming's corpse.

The flames quickly spread across the remains, and before long, they were reduced to a heap of black ash.

Then, he pulled out a charm from his chest with strange runes at the edges and an Evil Ghost suppressed in the center.

Throwing the charm, a beam of white light swept through the entire room.

This was the Evil Banishing Talisman he had obtained earlier, capable of detecting and purifying low-rank demon envoys.

Lu Xuan worried that Qin Ming, killed by the mere hand of a Qi Cultivation Second Layer Spirit Plant Master, might have accumulated too much resentful will and could potentially create a demon envoy.

*After destroying the body with the Fireball Technique, he still felt uneasy. Spending heavily, he used the Evil Banishing Talisman just to ensure there would be no demon envoy.*

"Since I've already burned through so many Sword Qi Talismans, what's one more?"

The white light faded, returning the room to darkness. Only the hole where the Ice Spear had pierced through allowed a faint sliver of silver-white moonlight to shine in.

Only then did Lu Xuan relax completely. He lit a candle on the wooden table and swept the black ash into a pile.

Through spiritual power control, dozens of Silver Rift Blade fragments merged back together into a silver-white blade.

With a weapon back in hand, Lu Xuan felt a surge of courage and carried the black ash to the Spirit Field, sprinkling it onto the Spirit Soil.

"This is the fertilizer left behind by a middle-stage Qi Practitioner. You all must grow well—don't waste the nourishment he has provided you."

He gazed at the Spirit Plants in the Spirit Field and sighed softly.

In the courtyard, the moonlight was as cool as water, and the atmosphere was utterly silent.

The fierce battle that had just occurred seemed to go completely unnoticed by the surrounding cultivators.

Loose cultivators in this area had long practiced good habits—minding their own business and staying out of trouble. They neither interfered in matters nor had the resources to interfere.

"Little Brother Lu, Little Brother Lu..."

From outside the courtyard wall came a slightly nervous female voice, calling out to Lu Xuan from afar.

Lu Xuan immediately recognized this voice—it was Xu Wan, the mother of Zhang Xiu Yuan who lived nearby.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, sister."

Hearing the familiar voice, warmth surged in Lu Xuan's heart.

*Though Xu Wan was merely a Qi Cultivation Second Layer woman, the fact that she risked coming out—even if only to inquire about his condition from a distance—was truly commendable.*

"That's good. I feared you might be injured, but given my insufficient strength, I could only ask from afar."

Xu Wan's voice came closer upon hearing Lu Xuan's response.

"Some clueless thief tried sneaking in here to steal my Spirit Plants, but I caught him and took care of him."

Lu Xuan casually made up an excuse to placate Xu Wan.

"Sister, you should head home and rest. Little Yuan being alone at home would make me uneasy."

"For your concern, Lu Mouren will never forget it."

"Alright, take care of yourself."

Once Xu Wan confirmed Lu Xuan was unharmed, she returned to her house.

"What a pity about this Protective Array—it hadn't been used for long before Qin Ming broke it with brute force."

Lu Xuan sighed regretfully and returned to his room.

Only after handling all immediate matters did he finally relax, slumping into the wooden chair with exhaustion.

*Although he had dealt with Qin Ming unscathed, the reality was far from as smooth as it appeared.*

*Qin Ming, as a middle-stage Qi Practitioner, had undoubtedly lived up to his cultivation level. His considerable resources—the Jade Badge that blocked Lu Xuan's fatal strike, the Flying Sword Artifact, and his perfectly proficient Ice System Technique—all underscored just how formidable he was.*

*Luckily, Lu Xuan had accumulated enough preparations over time.*

*His cultivation level was likewise at Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, no weaker than Qin Ming; plus, his minor proficiency in the Golden Sword Technique, numerous First Grade Talismans—a seemingly endless stream—and the complete First Grade Artifact, Silver Rift Blade, all played pivotal roles.*

*With sufficient preparation and catching Qin Ming off guard, the victory was achieved without significant risk.*

"Whether it was the magical artifacts, techniques, or talismans, Qin Ming simply didn't stand a chance against me."

"I wonder how much this storage bag could compensate for my losses?"

Lu Xuan gazed at the gray storage bag he had taken from Qin Ming's waist and muttered.

*Though over half of his talismans were used up, the pain of their loss still lingered. He could only hope Qin Ming's storage bag would make up for it.*

"Thanks, old man, for gifting me a storage bag."

Lu Xuan had long wished for a storage bag but never expected Qin Ming to be so "thoughtful," delivering him one ready-to-use.

The gray storage bag, being of low grade, lacked intricate restrictions. Lu Xuan tested it with spiritual power and easily probed its contents.

The space inside wasn't small—nearly half a yard in length, width, and height—and Qin Ming had left several items piled in one corner.

The Spirit Stones—roughly counted—numbered around two hundred.

There were also seven or eight jars and bottles, some made of jade, others of stone. Cautious about potential poisons within, Lu Xuan chose not to open them immediately and instead set them aside.

Additionally, there was a manual detailing cultivation methods for a few low-grade Ice System Techniques, which were of little use to Lu Xuan.

Three charms—two Evil Banishing Talismans and one Swift Talisman.

Lastly, outside the bag was a gray-white Flying Sword Artifact radiating cold energy. Lu Xuan briefly compared it to his Silver Rift Blade and found it significantly inferior.

"What a generous soul. I didn't have a storage bag, and he sent me one."

"I lacked Spirit Stones to rent a large courtyard, and he delivered over two hundred of them."

"Even after death, he continues to make contributions, nourishing my Spirit Plants with his remains."

"He truly..."

Reflecting on Qin Ming's substantial contributions, Lu Xuan's heart grew heavy, bowing his head in brief mourning.

"Truly, they say that killing and looting bring golden rewards."

Lu Xuan looked at the pile of items on the wooden table, unable to suppress his sigh.

*For all the effort he had poured into farming, it paled next to the rewards from taking down Qin Ming.*

*Still, the tempting thought disappeared in an instant.*

*He was well aware that such immense gains often came with even greater risks. One couldn't always reap rewards without encountering peril.*

*Even this time, Qin Ming—a seemingly low-risk opponent—had still fallen under his hand.*

*So, it was better to continue farming peacefully. Farming was a profitable endeavor, with risks close to zero.*

After sorting through everything, dawn broke.

Lu Xuan stepped out of the room and approached the Spirit Field.

Trickles of Spirit Rain seeped into the remaining dozen Spirit Firefly Grass plants. The vividly green grasses lazily stretched their leaves, which seemed slightly lusher than the previous day.

Next, a Fireball Technique flared out, transforming into wisps of flame before landing on the delicate red needles of the Red Cloud Pine, causing the pine to fluff up instantly.

Golden Sword Qi fell upon the Straight Sword Grass, leaving traces of fine golden lines behind.

Beneath the Dark Marrow Mushroom, the rotting Spirit Wood emitted an increasingly dense aura, further nurturing the Lingzhi in the shadows, which sprouted more dark red threads.

With no pressing matters today, Lu Xuan turned his attention to farming the Spirit Field.