Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 46: Valley Guests

Innate Master, the martial pinnacle in the mortal realm.

Within the Mortal Domain, there is no Spiritual Energy, so people cannot cultivate Immortal Laws.

But the martial path is quite prosperous.

Warriors who can cultivate to the Innate Realm.

Though they’re not as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, they aren’t mere passersby one could encounter at any given time.

At the very least, they are the powerful figures who dominate a region!

However, in the world of Immortal Cultivation, the status of an Innate Master is only a bit higher than that of a Cultivator at the Shedding Mortality stage.

Despite not being weaker in battle power than low-tier Qi Cultivation cultivators, they still have to show great respect to Wang Chen, a low-level outer sect disciple.

Wang Chen glanced at the identity plaque hanging by the other’s waist, “May I take a look?”

“Of course.”

The bearded, burly man looked rugged but was very meticulous. He immediately took off the plaque and held it in his hand.

He infused it with Innate True Qi.

The dark brown wooden plaque immediately emitted a faint light.

The identity plaque that the bearded man was showing, called a Path Token, was similar to Wang Chen’s disciple Identity Plaque and was used for identity verification.

Mainly issued to Loose Cultivators.

It included Innate Martial Artists or Cultivators at the Shedding Mortality stage like the bearded man.

Only those with Path Tokens could legally enter and exit Cloud Sun Sect’s territory and the three cities of the outer sect.

Without it, one would be considered a vagrant and if caught by the Guard Hall patrol, would be sent to mine.

Path Tokens also sealed the possessor’s Divine Soul aura, which could be stimulated with Mana or True Qi for authenticity verification.

After confirming that the other’s identity was correct, Wang Chen moved his hand away from his Storage Bag.

But he still remained prepared to cast the Spirit Light Shield Armor.

If there was a close-range sneak attack, an Innate Master could easily kill a Qi Cultivation mid-tier without Magic Artifact protection.

Wang Chen wasn’t afraid, though.

His Heavenly Dragon Vajra Method was close to Copper Skin Great Perfection, which could fully withstand a hit from an Innate Martial Artist.

But better safe than sorry.

Wang Chen asked, “What’s the price for harvesting rice now?”

The bearded man’s eyes lit up and he cautiously replied, “How about five and a half kilograms of Spirit Valley per mu?”

Wang Chen pondered for a moment.

Five and a half kilograms of Spirit Valley per mu would be fifty kilograms for his ten mu of Spirit Fields.

The equivalent of one Low Spirit.

But that was the old price; now the price of rice in Cloud Mountain City had doubled!

Seeing Wang Chen hesitate, the bearded man became anxious, “Four kilograms is also possible!”

“Forget it.”

Wang Chen said, “Five kilograms it is, just do the job well.”

His predecessor wouldn’t dream of parting with five kilograms of Spiritual Rice, let alone one or two.

He would do the work himself.

But for Wang Chen, spending fifty kilograms of Spiritual Rice to solve the harvest problem was an extremely good deal.

Because harvesting and gathering rice is a very tiring job!

He could save that time and effort and use it to level up his skills—wouldn’t that be better?

As for the cost of four or five kilograms.

Such a tiny amount of hard-earned money.

Wang Chen had no interest in haggling over the price with the other party.

An Innate Master, capable of establishing a sect and dominating a territory in the Mortal Domain,

had to serve as a “Valley Guest” here.

It was quite thought-provoking.

Speaking of which, Wang Chen’s father, Wang Shaoyuan, was originally an Innate Martial Artist as well.

Later, he joined the Cloud Sun Sect after entering the Tao through martial arts.

Whereas some martial artists weren’t so fortunate, and unwilling to bow down or serve others,

they chose an “alternate employment.”

It seemed this man before him had made the same choice.

“Thank you, Immortal Master!”

The bearded man was overjoyed, “I guarantee not a single grain of rice will be missed; you have my word!”

He turned and said, “Little sister, let’s get to work.”

“Mhm.”

Only then did Wang Chen realize that a young girl around fourteen or fifteen years old was following behind the burly man!

Her frame was petite, so she had been completely obscured by the man in front.

However, the moment she turned to the side, her profile made Wang Chen’s eyes widen involuntarily.

Cousin?

Did she also transmigrate here?

That, of course, was impossible.

It’s just that she bore a resemblance to one of Wang Chen’s sisters from his previous life—at least sixty to seventy percent similar.

She was the daughter of a distant relative who stayed with his family for a few years when she was a child, obedient and lovely.

She was very attached to Wang Chen.

The two of them could be considered childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.

Others joked that she was Wang Chen’s little wife, but after growing up and parting ways, they gradually lost contact.

Memories of the past surfaced, causing Wang Chen’s mind to drift.

The man with the curly beard sharply noticed his gaze.

Without making any noise, he stepped in front of Wang Chen to block his line of sight, then called for his sister to unload the tools used for harvesting rice from the cart by the roadside.

The main tools were scythes and hemp bags.

Wang Chen then moved a pile of soil and sat under the eaves, practicing the Mudstone Technique while watching the siblings work.

Well, mainly supervising, not gazing at the girl!

The scythe used by the man with the curly beard was wide and had a long wooden handle, which he swept across to cut a swath of ripe Spiritual Rice.

The stems of the Spiritual Rice were tough, and ordinary people would have to exert tremendous effort to cut them, unable to do such work.

But the man with the curly beard did it with ease.

He cut a piece and passed it to his sister next to him, who adeptly tied it into bundles with straw rope.

The two worked together in perfect harmony.

In no time at all, half a mu of land had been harvested!

The siblings worked from morning until noon and managed to take care of all ten mu of Spirit Fields.

The high efficiency astounded Wang Chen.

Professional!

After the rice was harvested, their work was not yet done.

The man with the curly beard picked up a large bag, allowing his sister to stuff the tied bundles of rice into it through the opening.

Then he raised his dark palm.

And smacked the hemp bag with great force.

He probably used a form of True Qi that could punch through mountains from afar.

When the sister pulled out the bundles,

Not a single grain remained on them!

A veritable human threshing machine.

Then they stuffed in the second, third bundles…

Once it felt about right, they poured the rice from the hemp bag into another bag.

A grain bag weighed about a hundred pounds.

And so they repeated the process.

When all the rice was threshed,

The man with the curly beard lifted a grain bag high, then tipped it over.

An empty bag was placed below to catch it.

The sister fanned away any chaff and debris with a large fan on the side.

This way of threshing was quite primitive.

But not lacking in efficiency at all.

During this process, a few stray grains occasionally fell to the ground, but the girl meticulously picked them back up.

In the end, over thirty bags filled with rice.

Were laid out before Wang Chen!

The man with the curly beard cupped his fists, “Immortal Master, please inspect!”

“No need,”

Wang Chen waved his hand.

He had watched the entire process, and since the other party was not a cultivator, they couldn’t use a Storage Bag and therefore had no way to hide any Spiritual Rice.

Wang Chen collected the rice from the bags into his own Storage Bag.

Spiritual Rice, unlike ordinary rice, didn’t need to be dried after harvesting and could be directly stored.

He left behind a large half bag.

Estimating it to be about sixty or seventy pounds.

He said, “You’ve worked hard, this is for you.”

Any excess was to establish a good relationship.

The man with the curly beard was momentarily stunned and couldn’t help but turn his head to glance at his sister.

She shrank her head back, hiding behind him.

Wang Chen:

As it was getting dark,

The man with the curly beard didn’t say much else and saluted Wang Chen again, “Thank you, Immortal Master, until we meet again!”

Then he hurriedly drove the cart away with his sister.

Wang Chen watched their figures vanish at the intersection, then turned the stone ball in his hand into dust.

[Mudstone Technique·Experience +1]

[Mudstone Technique (Proficient): 0/200]

PS: This chapter has been revised.