I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World (Patreon)

Chapter 83: Ten Acres of Spirit Farmlands

Two years had passed.

Under He Song's diligent setup of four Spirit Gathering Formations, continuously nourishing the land, the originally ordinary ten acres of farmland had been successfully transformed into spirit farmlands.

The soil was now infused with flowing spiritual energy, a unique trait of spirit farmlands. Only in such soil could spirit rice thrive.

This meant that, after years of preparation, He Song’s plan to cultivate spirit farmlands and increase his income was finally on track!

Now, all He Song had to do was plant the spirit rice seeds. Over time, these hidden ten acres of spirit farmlands would yield nearly 1,000 spirit stones annually!

With such a massive income, He Song would no longer be strapped for spirit stones as he had been before.

In fact, with sufficient spirit stones, he could indulge in the most luxurious cultivation resources:

• Pills to enhance his cultivation? Buy!

• Spirit tea to accelerate his progress? Buy!

• Spirit-enhanced food? Buy!

In short, as long as the spirit farmlands started producing, He Song would never lack cultivation resources again.

As he imagined scenarios of drinking tea, eating meals, and taking pills, all boosting his cultivation, He Song waved his hand. Instantly, eighteen formation bases appeared in his hand.

These were the bases for the Five Elements Formation.

Unlike the five bases of the Spirit Gathering Formation or the nine bases of the Maze Formation, the Five Elements Formation—a combination of offense and defense—required a total of eighteen bases.

These bases were the culmination of He Song's hard work over the past two years.

With a series of hand seals, the eighteen bases transformed into streaks of light, scattering in all directions.

Moments later, with a faint glow, the Five Elements Formation was successfully deployed.

Feeling the faint presence of killing intent gathering within the formation, He Song’s heart settled.

With the protection of the Five Elements Formation, he no longer had to worry about the safety of the spirit farmlands.

Even if someone stumbled upon the valley while he was there, the formation would give him an advantage—whether to escape or ambush the intruder.

Furthermore, if someone discovered the place while he was absent, the formation could deal with them.

If the intruder was careless or had insufficient cultivation, they might even meet their end within the formation.

Perhaps, on his next visit, He Song might find a storage bag lying alongside the remains of some unfortunate cultivator.

This thought crossed He Song’s mind, but he quickly shook his head.

The death of a minor cultivator wasn’t a problem.

The real worry was if the death attracted someone stronger.

Should such a situation arise, He Song would immediately relocate everything from this valley to another place, even if it meant paying a hefty price.

In the cultivation world, caution was paramount.

With that thought, He Song adjusted the Maze Formation to extend its coverage beyond the Five Elements Formation.

Otherwise, a misstep could lead someone directly into the Five Elements Formation, triggering its killing mechanisms before the Maze Formation could confuse them.

This adjustment ensured that anyone approaching the valley would first encounter the disorienting Maze Formation before potentially stumbling into the deadly Five Elements Formation.

Once all three foundational formations were in place, He Song breathed a sigh of relief.

He then retrieved a large bag—not a storage bag, just an ordinary bag.

Inside it were all the spirit rice seeds He Song had obtained over the past two years through his position.

With a wave of his hand, he used the Manipulate Object Technique to scatter the seeds evenly across the ten acres of spirit farmlands.

Once finished, He Song tossed aside the empty bag, finally relaxing.

The spirit rice was now planted.

With abundant spiritual energy in the area, there was no need for daily spells like Spirit Rain Technique.

The nearby stream provided ample water, ensuring the farmlands were self-sufficient.

All He Song had to do was visit once a year to replenish the formations with spirit stones, harvest the rice, and replant the seeds for the following year.

A single annual visit, no extra effort required.

And in return?

A stable income of 1,000 spirit stones a year.

This low-risk, low-investment venture with high returns was only possible because He Song was a formation master.

Other cultivators would struggle to replicate this. Merely hiring a formation master to set up the three formations would cost an enormous amount of resources—not to mention the difficulty of finding a skilled one.

“Thankfully, I chose formations back then. Otherwise, how could I achieve this today?”

He Song glanced at the perpetual mist shrouding the valley, silently grateful for his choice.

Back then, it was the lack of startup costs that led him to formations.

Though he had spent many spirit stones on crafting formation bases, the spiritual energy released from the shattered stones was absorbed into his cultivation, ensuring nothing was wasted.

Unlike other cultivation arts:

• A failed talisman? The paper and ink are wasted.

• A failed pill? The materials in the furnace are gone.

• A failed artifact? The ores are ruined.

• A failed beast taming attempt? The materials vanish.

Only formations allowed the practitioner to salvage some value, as the shattered stones still contributed to cultivation.

Casting a final look at the picturesque valley, He Song activated Earth Burrowing Technique and swiftly left, heading back toward the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

One visit a year was sufficient here.

His primary focus had to remain within the Immortal Market, where his cultivation and combat abilities could grow rapidly.

At Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

Without alarming anyone, He Song returned from hundreds of miles away via his Earth Burrowing Technique.

A round trip, requiring less than half a day.

Fortunately, He Song had chosen a day when he wasn’t on duty at the medicinal garden.

Thus, no one—not Wei Fan, nor his neighbors—had any idea about his movements.

Back in his private chamber, He Song checked the small mechanisms he had set up before leaving.

Finding them untouched, he finally relaxed.