The Fourth Calamity: My Sect Has Countless Prodigies

Chapter 51 Guide to Harvesting Leeks

Inside the Qingxuan Sect building.

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

On the panel, the luck value jumped from 120 to 150.

No, it's not 150—it's 152.

There were two other scattered disturbances from other players, but he couldn't care less about them at the moment.

That's enough.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

150 points of luck were instantly deducted, and a powerful force rose from the dantian, surging like a tide to the limbs and bones.

The meridians felt slightly swollen from the spiritual energy, yet there was an unprecedented sense of fullness.

The bottleneck of the sixth layer of Qi Refining was broken open as if it were made of paper.

Seven layers of Qi Refining.

Late stage of Qi Refining!

Zhou Yi let out a long roar, the sound piercing through the roof and soaring into the sky.

Outside the window, the moonlight suddenly dimmed for a moment, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.

He stood up, his robes fluttering even without wind, his spiritual energy surging like a dragon. It was a qualitative leap, from the mid-stage to the late-stage of Qi Refining, seemingly only one level apart, yet a world of difference.

"Finally...we've arrived."

Zhou Yi clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

With this level of cultivation, coupled with his painstaking study of the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique," he could fight against not only an ordinary late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, but even someone at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"It's a pity that there are still too few usable flying swords, and their quality and effectiveness are not very good. I still need to find time to go to the Jiang family to buy a set."

Zhou Yi sighed inwardly. The only thing restricting his strength now was those few flying swords of mediocre quality.

a new day.

The first rays of morning sunlight fell on the spiritual field, creating a thin layer of spiritual mist.

The twenty new players split into two groups: one group went to the mine, and the other group stayed in the spirit field.

Cangfeng Mingyue stood on the edge of the field, hands on his hips, looking at the ten bewildered faces in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"You guys know how to farm, right?"

Everyone nodded.

"Do you know how to cultivate spirit fields?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Cangfeng Mingyue sighed.

As a member of the second batch of closed beta testers, he has now become a veteran player. Having cultivated the spirit field for a few days before, he is considered one of the few "experts" among these newcomers.

"Alright, I'll teach you from the beginning. First, you can't turn the soil in the spirit field directly; you have to soak it with spiritual energy first. Place your hands on the soil, circulate your cultivation technique, and let the spiritual energy seep in."

The ten newlyweds looked at each other, then squatted down as instructed, placing their hands on the soil.

The player who was running around like a knife frowned, held back for a long time, and his face turned red. Suddenly, with a "poof", a wisp of black smoke came out from under his palm.

"Holy crap, I burned the soil!"

Cangfeng Mingyue's lips twitched:

"Are you using a fire-attribute cultivation technique?"

"That's right, I practice the fire element in the Five Elements Technique."

"Then you should go mine," Cangfeng Mingyue said, pointing to the area behind the mountain. "Leave the farming to the woodworking and water-related businesses."

A burst of laughter erupted.

The knife-wielding rat slunk away.

The remaining people were regrouped, and a few players who cultivated the wood and water elements were finally selected to begin officially tilling the land.

Cangfeng Mingyue demonstrated once, his movements were skillful, and when the hoe fell, the spiritual energy naturally dispersed into the soil. When the soft soil was turned over, tiny spiritual lights could be vaguely seen flashing.

"See? You have to flip it over like this, not dig it randomly like you're digging a hole."

The newcomers tried to do it; some flipped it beautifully, while others accidentally hit their own feet with a stone while wielding a hoe, jumping up and down in pain.

"Why are the stones in this spirit field so hard?" A player named "Fairy, Please Behave Yourself" wailed, clutching his foot.

Cangfeng Mingyue glanced at it and said, "Those aren't stones, they're just fragments of discarded spirit stones. Pick them up and take them to the sect's warehouse, and you can exchange them for contribution points."

Upon hearing this, the player immediately stopped feeling pain, bent down to pick up the stone, wiped it clean, and put it in his pocket.

"How many contribution points?"

"It's about 0.1 yuan."

"...Just 0.1?"

"Many a little makes a mickle."

The group continued tilling the land, chatting as they worked, and didn't feel tired at all. The sun shone warmly, and occasionally a few roars of beasts could be heard from the direction of the Spirit Beast Garden in the distance, but no one paid any attention—with those big shots from Qianlong around, it wasn't their place to worry about it.

An hour later, the first acre of land was plowed.

Cangfeng Mingyue took out a bag of spirit grain seeds from her storage bag and gave a handful to each person.

"When sowing the seeds, make sure they are evenly distributed and not crammed together. After sowing, water them again with spiritual energy. Remember, it's water activated by spiritual energy, not water that you should just splash."

The newlyweds carefully sowed their seeds, some sparsely, some densely, with Cangfeng and Mingyue pointing them out back and forth, exhausting themselves.

Meanwhile, the mine was also bustling with activity.

The remaining ten new players followed the Immortal of Instant Opening down into the mine. Although the Immortal of Instant Opening was among the first batch of players, he didn't have much mining experience, and the main purpose of this trip was to show them the route.

The mine was dimly lit, with only a few torches that had just been stuck into the walls providing a faint glow.

The players each had a pickaxe in hand, and they started hammering away.

"This rock is so hard, I feel like my pickaxe is about to break."

"That pickaxe you got was a newbie's gift, how sturdy can it be? Just make do with it."

"Hey, I've found a piece of ore! It looks pretty good!"

"Really? Let me see!"

Several players gathered around, and a fist-sized piece of blue ore was pried off the rock wall, emitting a faint blue light in the dark mine tunnel.

"This must be worth a lot of contribution points, right?"

"The sect's buyback price is roughly one point."

"Can't we keep it for ourselves?"

Without turning his head, the Immortal said, "You can keep it for yourself, but you'll lose your contribution points. Besides, the mine is originally the sect's property."

The player thought for a moment, then put the spirit stone into their inventory: "I'll just take it to recycle then..."

The group continued digging.

Salty Fish Doesn't Turn Over is a meticulous person. While digging, he observed the rock strata structure of the mine and found that the stones in some places were a different color, with a faint red tinge.

"Brother, what are these red stones?"

The Immortal who opened the gates instantly walked over and glanced at it: "Red iron ore, a material for refining weapons. You can also exchange it for contribution points if you dig it up."

Is it valuable?

"It's a little worse than that blue ore."

Salty Fish Doesn't Flip Over nodded and began specifically looking for hematite to mine. The others followed suit, each finding a vein they were good at.

The sounds of clanging and jingling echoed throughout the mine. Occasionally, someone would dig up something good and shout excitedly, drawing envious gasps from the crowd.

At noon, everyone stopped working and rested, sitting at the entrance of the mine and eating dry rations.

The running-knife rat also slipped over from the spirit field, still holding the bowl of spirit tea in its hand, looking quite content.

"There's so much dust in your mine, my skin has turned black."

"You didn't even go down into the mine, what are you criticizing?"

"I was involved in the spiritual aspect."

Everyone burst into laughter.

The Immortal, leaning against the cave wall and munching on a spirit grain cake, suddenly said, "Don't just chat like that, there's still half a day left this afternoon. Today's task is for each of you to mine ten pieces of ore. If you don't finish, there will be no dinner."

"Huh? There are KPIs for mining?"

"The Qingxuan Sect does not support idlers."

A chorus of groans erupted, but no one truly complained. After all, this game was far more interesting than working in real life. Mining was tiring, but every swing of the pickaxe yielded a reward, and that tangible sense of growth was something no job could provide.

The afternoon sun slanted into the mine entrance, making the dust sparkle.

The clanging and hammering sounds echoed again in the mine, interspersed with laughter, curses, and exclamations from players.

Over at the spirit field, the newly planted spirit herb seeds have already sprouted tender shoots and are growing at a visible speed under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

Cangfeng Mingyue squatted by the field, looking at the tender green seedlings, a contented smile like that of an old farmer on his face.

"He's good-looking," he muttered to himself.

The scurrying rat that had just slipped over put down its teacup, rolled up its sleeves, picked up a hoe, and clumsily began turning over the soil.

"What, you've finished digging in the mine? Why are you coming to this field...?"

"Nonsense, of course I want to exchange for some contribution points. I also want to exchange for the Frost Sword from the Stars Master."

"Aren't you a fire-based fighter? What do you need an ice sword for?"

"So cool!"

Cangfeng Mingyue shook his head silently and continued to instruct the newcomers on watering and fertilizing.

As the sun sets, the day's work is drawing to a close.

Although the newcomers were exhausted and their backs ached, they all had satisfied smiles on their faces as they looked at the contribution points that had increased on the panel.

On this day, five acres of new land were reclaimed in the spiritual field, and one hundred pieces of ore were unearthed from the mine. More importantly, the disturbance also provided Zhou Yi with nearly 10 points of luck value.

Although it's not much, it's the foundation for the sect's development.

Zhou Yi stood at a distance, watching the players bustling around the spirit fields and the mine entrance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

These chives are growing vigorously.