You All Cultivate Immortal Techniques, I Farm Chapter 44: The Unspoken Secret - Novel Cool

Chapter 44: The Unspoken Secret

Chapter 44: The Unspoken Secret

"A second-grade spirit herb?"

Upon hearing the skinny old man's words, Lu Chen straightened up and turned serious.

"Indeed. It's a young plant of the second-grade Qingmiao Spirit Tea. The tea leaves, when harvested at maturity, have the effect of calming the mind and enhancing wisdom. To a certain extent, it can ward off and purify many types of demonic corruption, making it highly favored by intermediate and advanced Qi Refining cultivators."

"I have six young plants, and I have to give three to other Spirit Planters in the hall. As for the remaining three, if you're willing, I can offer them to you at a low price."

"Of course, I'm willing," Lu Chen replied eagerly.

"Thank you, He Laozu, for giving me such an opportunity." He stood up and bowed to the skinny old man in gratitude.

"You earned this opportunity yourself. If I didn't see your ability to steadily cultivate high-quality spirit herbs, I wouldn't have given them to you." He Guan Shi looked at Lu Chen, his eyes revealing a hint of satisfaction.

"There's just one small issue to confirm before I hand them over to you. Are the spiritual energy concentration and area of your spirit field still sufficient? Qingmiao Spirit Tea is quite demanding. It doesn't allow other spirit plants to grow nearby, and it requires a large amount of spiritual energy."

"No problem," Lu Chen replied firmly.

There was still about half of the vacant area left in the yard's spirit field, so planting three second-grade spirit herbs shouldn't be an issue. The spiritual energy was also purer and denser than that of the original spirit field, and there was the spirit spring for irrigation.

More importantly, he could monitor the spirit plants' condition at any time and make fine adjustments to meet their needs to his heart's content.

With all these factors combined, cultivating three second-grade spirit herbs would be a breeze.

"Good. Wait here for a moment while I get them," said He Guan Shi.

Inner Court of the Hundred Grass Hall.

In a spacious and bright room, three Spirit Planters sat on wooden chairs, fidgeting from time to time, clearly not at ease.

"Why is He Guan Shi being so stubborn? He's holding onto those three Qingmiao Spirit Tea seedlings and won't let go," one of them named Zhou said.

"Brother Zhou, calm down. There aren't many in the Hundred Grass Hall more suitable for cultivating Qingmiao Spirit Tea than us," another one said reassuringly.

"That's right. We've worked with the Hundred Grass Hall for many years, and we're all experienced in nurturing spirit plants. If not us, then who else is qualified? He Guan Shi is just trying to drive up the price and get some benefit out of it," the third one added.

The three comforted each other and took a sip from their tea cups, only to find the spirit tea inside had already cooled down. They forced themselves to calm down.

Before long, He Guan Shi entered the room.

"He Laozu!" The three stood up almost in unison and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Fellow daoists, you should return now. I've told you before that I've already found a suitable person for the Qingmiao Spirit Tea. Why are you making things difficult for me?" He Guan Shi said.

Hearing this, their faces turned solemn.

After a long while, a middle-aged cultivator with dark skin asked, "May I ask which Spirit Planter He Guan Shi intends to give the Qingmiao Spirit Tea to? Could it be Old Shen from the West District? Although he's experienced, he's already old and may not have the strength to successfully cultivate the spirit tea."

"No, it's a young man, not yet twenty years old, and full of vigor," He Guan Shi replied.

"Pfft!" One of the cultivators beside Zhou couldn't hold back and sprayed the mouthful of tea he hadn't swallowed yet.

"He Laozu, are you getting senile? Are you really going to give such important second-grade spirit herbs to a young man not yet twenty?" Zhou asked, incredulous.

"Aren't you just asking for trouble and wasting three second-grade spirit herb seedlings?" The skinny old man scoffed.

"You three have also been cooperating with the Hundred Grass Hall for a long time. May I ask how many years you've been cultivating spirit herbs?" He Guan Shi asked.

"Twenty years."

"Then, when cultivating the Hall of Hundred Grasses' most in-demand spirit herb, Lingying Grass, how many high-quality mature spirit herbs can you produce?"

"I've roughly calculated that out of the Lingying Grass I've cultivated, about thirty percent are of ordinary quality, about fifty percent are good, and the remaining twenty percent are top-grade."

The results stated by the other two were similar to his.

"What about perfect quality?"

He Guan Shi asked casually.

"It's not possible to achieve perfect quality so easily. It requires an extremely high standard from both the Spirit Planter and the spiritual energy of the spirit field. For a freelance Spirit Planter like us, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," one of them replied.

"Is that so?"

The skinny old man curled his lips.

"But that young man, who has been cultivating spirit herbs for less than three years, recently brought in a batch of Lingying Grass, out of which there were less than forty plants. The lowest quality was good, and there were even eight of perfect quality."

"Impossible!"

The dark-skinned middle-aged cultivator exclaimed in shock.

"Why impossible? I inspected every single Lingying Grass myself. Are you implying that I have poor judgment?"

He Guan Shi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his words sharp.

The dark-skinned middle-aged cultivator mumbled for a moment but ultimately remained silent.

What He Guan Shi had just said was too astonishing for him. As someone who had been cultivating spirit herbs for over twenty years, he knew how incredibly rare it was to produce perfect-quality spirit herbs.

For that young man to have achieved eight perfect-quality herbs out of just over thirty Lingying Grass plants was something he couldn't accept all at once.

Yet, He Guan Shi's confident and assertive tone left him with no choice but to believe.

The three cultivators exchanged glances, each seeing the confusion and powerlessness in the others' eyes.

"May I ask if He Guan Shi could introduce us to that young Spirit Planter?"

One of them asked, lowering his head.

"He's right here in the Hall of Hundred Grasses. If you have any doubts, you can go and see for yourselves."

Seeing their attitudes, He Guan Shi knew that they had already believed most of what he said, so he decided to introduce Lu Chen to them, hoping that he would make some more friends among fellow Spirit Planters.

The three cultivators hurried into the hall and immediately noticed the handsome and relaxed young man standing by the wooden cabinet.

"May I ask if you are Fellow Daoist Lu Chen?"

The dark-skinned middle-aged cultivator approached the young man and asked with a polite bow.

"Yes, it's me."

Lu Chen returned the courtesy.

"As expected of a talented individual. Being able to cultivate perfect-quality Lingying Grass is indeed within your capabilities."

The middle-aged cultivator scanned the wooden cabinet and spotted over twenty Lingying Grass plants of exceptional quality, dispelling his last shred of doubt.

"You flatter me. It's just luck, and I still have much to learn from all of you."

Lu Chen replied humbly.

The three cultivators looked at each other, a bitter smile on their faces.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, you're too humble. You're a Spirit Planter capable of cultivating perfect-quality spirit herbs; there's nothing we can teach you."

One of them asked hesitantly.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, may I ask how you managed to cultivate perfect-quality Lingying Grass?"

"How did you cultivate perfect-quality Lingying Grass?"

Lu Chen's expression turned troubled as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, eventually sighing.

"This is a secret that shouldn't be shared. It's not convenient for me to disclose it to others."

(End of Chapter)

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