"Whew!"
Xu Ping took a deep breath, discarding the clutter of distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to operate the Five Elents Skill to start cultivating.
Because his mana was completely depleted, he had to cultivate for more than an hour to restore his mana to its original state.
After regulating the agitated spiritual power for a while, he slowly ended the initial cultivation session.
The ridians of early Qi Refinent cultivators are limited in strength. Normally, training for an hour and a half a day would feel burdenso.
While it’s still possible to continue, not to ntion the drop in efficiency, the ridians would also bear more load, even get injured, which is not conducive to future cultivation.
Therefore, to maximize efficiency, the original owner generally practiced three tis a day.
Despite daily persistence, reaching the fourth layer of Qi Refinent seed a long way off.
However, now with the panel, it should be different... right?
Xu Ping looked at the attribute panel hopefully.
The result was that, apart from the Five Elents Skill’s proficiency changing from ’143/200’ to ’144/200’, there was no advancent in his stage.
Xu Ping felt a bit disappointed, but quickly ca to terms with it.
The original owner was just a lower-grade spirit root, to begin with, with poor aptitude.
Moreover, the cultivation technique he practiced was the very diocre Five Elents Skill.
Besides stable cultivation that doesn’t easily lead to deviation, it had no strengths.
With such aptitude and a cultivation technique, even with panel assistance, one wouldn’t beco a genius overnight.
Take it slow.
He believed that once the proficiency of the Five Elents Skill broke through a level, the cultivation speed would surely be faster.
Closing the proficiency panel, Xu Ping left the bedroom and stood under the big tree in the backyard.
"It’s you."
After watering the spiritual field, Xu Ping’s practice target for the Spirit Rain Skill was this tree.
Of course, he wouldn’t give up on this money-making idea just because of Elder Yan’s words.
Elder Yan said the Spirit Rain Skill mainly relied on talent, but what he didn’t know was that Xu Ping was an existence even more of a bug than a genius.
Do you understand the value of a cheat?
Suppressing his thoughts, Xu Ping ford a magic technique, and imdiately, dark clouds ford, and the pattering spirit rain began to fall.
The raindrops gently fell on the leaves, making a pleasant sound.
[Spirit Rain Skill experience 1]
The panel notification appeared, but it didn’t cause a ripple in Xu Ping’s heart.
Right now, he only wanted to bring the Spirit Rain Skill to a proficient level, and then begin his money-making enterprise.
Ti slowly passed with his repeated practice.
The Spirit Rain Skill also gradually approached proficiency level.
...
...
Five days later.
Sunlight shone brightly through the blue sky, as if the whole world was bathed in a layer of golden glow.
Old Man Lu carried a hoe to his spiritual field.
Usually, by this ti, he’d be busy in the field already.
But just last night he couldn’t resist and went to Widow Li’s house.
Who knows where this fem fatale learned such a Bewitching Technique.
Almost rendered him unable to get out of bed; now he felt even his legs were a bit weak.
"Just a bit too pricey." Old Man Lu smacked his lips as if savoring last night’s taste.
As he walked.
A figure erged from the fields ahead. Upon a closer look, it was Xu Ping.
Old Man Lu was just about to greet him.
When he saw Xu Ping performing the Spirit Rain Skill.
Suddenly, a dark cloud twice the size of a normal one ford over the field.
It soon started to drizzle.
The spiritual qi contained in the drizzle was shockingly rich!
"Pro...proficient level Spirit Rain Skill!!" Old Man Lu’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.
Though rely a third-layer Qi Refinent cultivator, he had decades of experience as a spirit farr, and naturally wouldn’t mistake the Spirit Rain Skill.
And as the core skill of a spirit plant farr, the Spirit Rain Skill is undeniably challenging.
In a range of several dozen miles, there were only a handful of spirit farrs who could reach the proficient level in the Spirit Rain Skill.
"This kid’s got it together!?"
Old Man Lu felt both envious and jealous. He had painstakingly worked a lifeti as a spirit farr and never even touched the door of proficiency in the Spirit Rain Skill, yet this young lad in his early twenties had broken through.
The heavens are unfair!
Fortunately, after experiencing the ups and downs of the cultivation world, Old Man Lu’s mindset had changed.
He soon recovered.
At this mont, seeing Xu Ping finish using the Spirit Rain Skill, he quickly hustled over and cheerfully greeted, "Good morning, Fellow Daoist Xu."
His face was full of wrinkles, revealing two big yellow teeth when he smiled.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist Lu!" Xu Ping turned and, recognizing the person, smiled.
"Yes, yes, it’s . I didn’t expect Fellow Daoist Xu’s Spirit Rain Skill to break through silently, truly a sudden accomplishnt!" Old Man Lu wore a fawning look on his face.
"Luck, just luck," Xu Ping said modestly.
"This isn’t just luck. If breaking through the Spirit Rain Skill were based on luck, countless people would have done it. Fellow Daoist Xu relies on talent..."
Old Man Lu started praising Xu Ping’s talent.
Saying things like: Foundation Establishnt is nothing, the Golden Core is the ultimate goal.
If Xu Ping didn’t know his own aptitude, he almost would have believed it.
"Sigh, unlike , with no family in my old age, and no one to see off when I pass..." Old Man Lu began recounting his miserable past, really a tale to make one’s heart ache and eyes tear up.
As he spoke of his sorrows, he even secretly wiped away a tear.
During the mont he wiped his tear, Old Man Lu sneakily glanced at Xu Ping.
Seeing Xu Ping’s solemn face, seemingly empathetic to his story.
Old Man Lu was delighted, feeling the ti was ripe, he sighed and said:
"Sigh, I’m getting old, can’t even manage my spiritual field, this harvest is sure to plumt. If I can’t et Longevity Sect’s quota, I’m afraid I’ll be kicked out of Dongwu Market, what will I do then!"
During the conversation, Old Man Lu was observing Xu Ping’s expression.
He noticed Xu Ping maintaining a heavy expression, yet showing no signs of responding.
"Say sothing!" Old Man Lu couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
But Xu Ping said nothing, leaving Old Man Lu helpless, he could only grin and added a bit of flattery: "Fellow Daoist Xu, could you help this old man with watering the spiritual field?"
Old Man Lu had ten acres of spiritual field in total and initially planned to spend spirit stones to have Elder Yan help water it.
But he heard Elder Yan raised his price.
From the original one spirit crystal per acre to two spirit crystals per acre.
Isn’t this just taking advantage of the incoming beast tide to jack up prices?
Old Man Lu was so angered that he hadn’t gone to Elder Yan, leading to the current delay.
"This matter, huh, no problem, leave it to ." Xu Ping patted his chest confidently.
"I knew it, Fellow Daoist Xu is so..."
Old Man Lu was overjoyed, ready to flatter further, but was interrupted by Xu Ping: "How much do you plan to pay per acre?"
Old Man Lu’s expression stiffened.
Wait, so all I’ve said was for nothing!
Was your serious face all an act earlier?
"Fellow Daoist Xu, I..." Old Man Lu attempted to plead poverty again.
"Just tell how much you’re willing to pay per acre!"
Seeing Xu Ping’s adamant deanor, Old Man Lu’s face wrinkled even more: "How much do you want per acre?"
"I heard Elder Yan charges one spirit crystal per acre; I’m confident I’m no worse, so let’s go with one spirit crystal per acre." Xu Ping hadn’t heard about Elder Yan’s price hike.
"One spirit crystal per acre!?" Old Man Lu’s eyes widened.
He felt Xu Ping was definitely making an exorbitant demand.
Even the unraised price of Elder Yan’s services was just one spirit crystal per acre, and Elder Yan’s Spirit Rain Skill proficiency was achieved over a decade ago, surely better than Xu Ping!
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