The harsh north winds stirred up mounds of snow like blades.
Winter's cruel grip was like a prison, where even a single drop of water froze instantly.
In the middle of the pristine white landscape, a lush emerald bamboo forest flourished, its vibrant green leaves shimmering like jade with a delicate transparency. The droplets clinging to them were like radiant pearls, each sparkling brilliantly.
Dreamlike wisps of snowy mist swirled around the scene, transforming it into something akin to heavenly paradise.
On the forest floor, a four-legged, snake-like creature slithered swiftly through the dense trees, leaving trails of strange colors in the air from its tiny back.
Whisper!
A sudden wave of icy cold struck the snake with
The four legs.
The temperature dropped sharply, instantly freezing the creature and turning it into a lifelike ice sculpture firmly attached to the ground.
At last, that damned thieving pest was caught.
With a rustle, a young man emerged from the bamboo grove.
His steps were graceful, his stature as tall and straight as a pine tree, his features harmonious. His eyes were deep, clear, and piercing. He wore a thick padded jacket, and a sense of relief filled his face.
Fang Xi approached the ice sculpture, picked up the frozen four-legged snake, weighed it in his hand, and gradually, his expression softened. He muttered incessantly, "What a loss, what a loss."
An unranked demonic insect—the Stone Lizard—is worth only one Spirit Crystal. Not only did it waste three days of my time, but it also exhausted my Frozen Talisman. Although it's just a low-level, first-stage Talisman, it still costs nearly half a Spirit Stone.
Fang Xi's face was filled with extreme disappointment
Spirit Crystals are known as fragments of Spirit Stones. Ten Spirit Crystals can usually be exchanged for one low-grade Spirit Stone.
This deal was undoubtedly a loss.
But he had no choice but to deal with it!
As the Spirit Cultivator of this Bamboo Grove, next year's harvest depended entirely on the growth of this bamboo. Naturally, he couldn't allow the demonic insects to wreak havoc unchecked.
Whoosh Whoosh
A cold wind blew, causing Fang Xi to shiver uncontrollably.
He looked up at the sky, where snowflakes began to swirl again, and instinctively tightened his grip around his thin padded jacket. He sighed, thinking, "Unbelievable, it's already been a whole year since I moved here? If I hadn't been moved here, I wouldn't have imagined that even cultivators get cold..."
Yes, Fang Xi is indeed a migrant
Fang Xi's transition to another world was fairly ordinary, and no extraordinary circumstances accompanied it. In his previous life, he had worked hard and diligently to be accepted into
Previously, he had worked hard to gain admission to university, but he succumbed to laziness, neglected his studies, and ultimately failed to secure a decent job after graduation.
His parents constantly urged him to take the competitive civil service examinations. However, the mathematics department left him feeling utterly miserable.
It had been proven that even under immense pressure, a person's mathematical abilities do not magically improve.
Unfortunately, before the exam results were even announced, Fang Xi found himself teleported during the very test!
When he opened his eyes, he arrived in a world where cultivators inhabited the bodies of another young man, also named Fang Xi.
This young man, who possessed a third-tier cultivation base for purifying Qi, lived alone as a spiritual cultivator affiliated with the Qingzhou Mountain Market in the southern wilderness of the Yue Kingdom.
At first, Fang Xi struggled to believe in his ability to reincarnate, but after several hours of experimentation, when he cast his first small incantation using the body's memories, he finally realized the truth—he truly possessed supernatural powers and was becoming closer to a supreme immortal!
Of course, being a farmer doesn't make one immortal instantly; there's still a human side, exposing him to feelings
Cold and heat, old age and disease, and eventually death.
From his memories, Fang Xi learned that as a cultivator's strength and world progressed, he actually gained longevity and disease resistance, and eventually, he could achieve true immortality.
The best example of this was the Situ Clan, which controlled the Qingzhou Mountain Market; rumors circulated that many "Great Foundation Cultivators" were within its ranks.
As Foundation Cultivators, they embodied the human fantasy of longevity—at least doubling their own lifespan, easily living for more than two hundred years.
Two hundred years in his previous life, this period had witnessed the rise and fall of most dynasties.
Thus, Fang Xi chose to embrace the life of his ancestor, continuing to work as a Spirit Cultivator in the market while embarking on his own cultivation journey.
Currently,
Despite his initially insulting remarks, after some grumbling, Fang Xi carefully stored the Stone Dragonfly. After all, it represented a Spirit Crystal
One
He inherited his predecessor's savings, and his total wealth amounted to only a few dozen spirit crystals.
He managed this 600-square-meter plot of crystal bamboo grove. After paying half the harvest as taxes each year, he was left with only about 100 kits of mature bamboo rice—roughly ten bushels, worth thirty spirit crystals.
After a full year of arduous cultivation, his income amounted to only three low-grade spirit stones.
"Ah, farming is hard, but survival is even harder," Fang Xi sighed, brushing snowflakes from his clothes before beginning to weed within the bamboo grove.
These weeds, which feed on spiritual energy, grow with extraordinary vigor. If left unchecked, they will compete with the jade crystal bamboo for nutrients, negatively impacting the harvest.
As a spirit cultivator, mastering small spells such as the Spring Breeze and Timely Rain Technique or the Jingjin Weed Sword was essential
Despite inheriting the memories of the original host, Fang Xi still suffered greatly from farming and found daily life extremely difficult.
Being at the third tier of Energy Enhancement only placed him in the initial stages of the Energy Enhancement world.
In the Qingzhou Mountain Market, it was common to encounter farmers at the fourth tier or higher, representing the intermediate stages, and occasionally even great experts above the seventh tier appeared. The farming world flourished under the law of the jungle, where cunning schemes and brute force were rampant.
In extreme cases, high-level Demon Farmers might make bloody sacrifices over vast areas to enhance powerful spells or craft magical artifacts, though such incidents were rare but clearly documented in the books.
At times, Fang Xi considered abandoning the farming path altogether and returning to the human world as a wealthy man, surrounded by wives and concubines, to live out the rest of his days comfortably.
But he quickly dismissed this idea.
After all, when it comes to enjoying the means
robberies by rogue farmers still occasionally occurred.
Naturally, Fang Xi wouldn't risk his life for such dangers.
The residential area of the spirit farmers was located near the Summit Market, which saw frequent patrols, making it relatively safe.
Fang Xi suspected sarcastically that another reason might be their poverty; even the rogue farmers considered them unworthy targets.
After climbing the hill for a while, a cluster of low-rise slums appeared before us. Each house was surrounded by walls, and the sounds of chickens and dogs echoed around the place.
Seeing this familiar sight, a faint smile appeared on Fang Xi's face.
Just a few steps away, an elderly farmer-like figure passed by, smiling as he greeted him, "Hello, Little Fang. Would you like to find a good place to have some fun?"
His wrinkled face revealed large yellow teeth when he smiled, and surprisingly, his cultivation level seemed lower than Fang Xi's, hovering around the middle
The second of Chi's improvement.
This was Fang Xi's neighbor, Old Man Mai.
Fang Xi wasn't sure of his background, but because of their daily interactions, they had developed a friendly relationship.
Seeing Old Man Mai's expression, Fang Xi immediately knew where he was headed.
Within the haphazard city built of wooden planks, there were also female farmers known as "Universe Practices." They rarely practiced farming, enjoying a relatively comfortable life with alternative means of income.
Old Man Mai, although he had been a farmer longer than Fang Xi, was struggling financially and even occasionally borrowed spirit crystals. It was obvious where most of his savings had gone.
Shaking his head, Fang Xi refused, "Old Man Mai, I need to farm tonight..."
In fact, shortly after getting acquainted with this new body, he had visited the "Drunken Immortal" building in the market and spent nearly half of his meager savings on an unforgettable night that left him barely able to get out of it...
It must be said that those witch-like creatures were truly a family.
From then on, Fang Xi concentrated all his energy on cultivation. He had no other choice; his resources were scarce...
How could I afford tea sessions with beautiful ladies without saving money? I wouldn't accept corrupt drinks...
Fang Xi returned to his quarters and opened the door.
His quarters were spacious, divided into separate areas for the living room, bedroom, and cultivation room... Some farmers even used their walled areas to grow spirit vegetables or raise spirit poultry, efficiently maximizing every inch of land.
Fang Xi entered the kitchen, brought out some spirit-mixed rice with coarse grains, and began preparing a pot of porridge.
The spirit rice was, of course, "jade bamboo rice," where each grain resembled emerald jade and emitted a fragrant aroma. Even when combined with ordinary coarse grains, it remained deliciously sweet
Exceptional.
After eating the porridge, he not only felt warmth in his stomach, but there was also a subtle rise in spiritual energy within him.
Taking advantage of this opportune moment, Fang Xi immediately moved to the cultivation room and began rigorous training.
An hour later, Fang Xi opened his eyes with a wry smile. This Eternal Spring Art is truly grueling. After a year of intensive training, I've barely managed to match the cultivation level of the original host. I haven't even been able to see the peak of the third tier of Qi Improvement, let alone attempt to break through the bottleneck to the mid-stage of Qi Improvement... It's extremely difficult...
He sighed deeply, strained his ears to listen for any surrounding sounds, then took out a talisman and stuck it to the wooden wall of the cultivation room.
This was a first-class protection talisman, offering a certain level of defense. More importantly, it was able to isolate fluctuations in sound and spiritual energy.
As for the spiritual senses of the Foundation level, although it couldn't completely protect against them, any such scan would immediately trigger an explosion, alerting the cultivator
After these preparations were complete, Fang Xi's expression returned to calm, and he tapped his fingers.
Clang
In an instant, he found himself transported to another place.
Inside the room, warm colors illuminated the comfortable atmosphere, reminiscent of a spring day. A wonderful blend of soothing incense burned inside a purple-gold incense burner.
Fang Xi relaxed comfortably in a plush sandalwood chair, assuming a relaxed, slouchy posture reminiscent of the famous Gu Yu pose.
At a mere gesture of his hand, the cultivation-specific air conditioner activated, maintaining the ideal temperature and humidity within the room.
Having rested sufficiently, Fang Xi shed his worn cotton jacket and donned luxurious silk robes, enhancing his elegant and cheerful demeanor.
The door opened, and dazzling sunlight streamed in, revealing the courtyard of a magnificent palace.
In the blink of an eye, I felt as though I had entered a completely different world.
And indeed, that was exactly the case.
A hint of satisfaction crept across Fang Xi's lips.
When humans are driven to despair, they are capable of accomplishing anything, including traversing dimensions