Chapter 125: Sword Flight, Going to Meet an Old Friend

The astral winds howled. After three months of bitter cultivation, Chen Mo finally stood upon the Yun Qing Sword gifted to him by Song Yunxi!

However, during his first attempt at Sword Flight, he couldn’t maintain his balance for long before falling off.

The moment he was about to hit the ground, he executed the Spirit Snake Body Technique to stabilize his posture, trying to make his descent look less pathetic.

“CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!”

Kang, who had been raising its chicken head to watch Chen Mo’s maiden flight, burst into non-stop clucking laughter the moment he landed, its vocal cords vibrating so hard they ruffled the red hair around its neck.

“You cheeky chicken!”

Chen Mo brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together. Driven by Qi Mechanism Attraction, the Flying Sword zipped forward, heading straight for Kang’s chicken butt!

“CLUCK! CLUCK! CLUCK!”

The sudden attack scared the living daylights out of the bird, sending it sprinting away in a frantic panic.

It had seen the power of this sword before; it could easily pierce through massive boulders. If it got stabbed, wouldn’t it instantly become a chicken skewer?

Seeing Kang run faster and faster, Chen Mo curled his fingers, and the Flying Sword instantly returned to his grasp.

After three months of Cultivation, even though he had only been practicing it on the side, he had gradually gotten the hang of the Setting Sun Sword Technique.

Whether it was forming Sword Pills or launching Sword Control attacks, he had already reached the entry-level stage. In terms of pure destructive power, it had already surpassed his Flaming Palm and Geng Metal Finger!

This meant that if Drunken Aphids ever came to gnaw on his Spirit Plants again, he would only need to stand at the edge of the fields. With just himself and his sword, he could easily defend his plot of land.

Chen Mo estimated that if the pest infestations were artificially induced, it would take about another five years before the next cycle occurred.

As for Sword Flight?

He had mastered the theory, but there was still a considerable gap in practical application.

He summoned the Long Sword once again, producing a streak of rainbow light.

Chen Mo stepped onto it once more. The Yun Qing Sword slowly began to move. It wasn’t fast, but it climbed higher and higher…

Below, the surrounding Spirit Plant Cultivators witnessed the entire scene and immediately began whispering among themselves.

“I told you! How is he a Spirit Plant Cultivator? He’s just here to experience life!”

“Hmph! He already has such high status, yet he still comes to steal our livelihoods!”

Someone in the crowd muttered indignantly.

The vast majority of them only viewed farming as a means to make a living. Having a small plot of land and harvesting a batch of Spirit Yellow Rice every year was their entire livelihood.

But some people?

They clearly already possessed wealth and status that these farmers wouldn’t achieve in one—or even several—lifetimes, yet they still chose to farm and raise animals just like them?

What kind of nonsense was this?

Was it meant to provoke them? How was this any different from smacking one’s lips in front of starving people after a full meal?

Of course, Chen Mo couldn’t possibly know, nor would he care, what this group of people thought.

He wholeheartedly focused on controlling the Flying Sword, swaying it left and right. After more than half an incense stick’s worth of time, he finally grasped some basic skills of Sword Flight.

Naturally, he was still a far cry from darting up and down the sky as effortlessly as Song Yunxi!

Seeing that it was getting late, he retracted the Flying Sword and leaped down.

He then took out a Spirit Stone, sat cross-legged in the Spirit Field, and began his Cultivation.

Over the years, Chen Mo’s daily schedule had become almost as precise as a biological clock.

When to meditate and cultivate, when to practice Magic, and when to feed the Spiritual Beasts—everything was perfectly arranged.

Of course, Chen Mo had already delegated the tasks of feeding the pigs and sheep to Kang.

Every day, he only needed to prepare the Cyan Leaf Orchids and Yellow Spirit Grass Flowers, and the bossy chicken would take the initiative to carry them in its beak, tossing them into the pigpen, sheepfold, and ox shed.

It saved him a lot of worry.

Naturally, Chen Mo didn’t mistreat it either. Whenever he ate things like Giant Bone Spirit Rice, he would always save a portion for it.

Because of this, over the past three years, Kang had faintly reached the strength of a Tier One Second Layer demon beast!

Such an achievement was probably one-of-a-kind in the Spiritual Bird Realm.

Chen Mo figured that if he applied the [Sturdy] Talent on it again and increased its size by another fifty percent, it might even touch the threshold of the Qi Refining Third Layer!

The seasons changed, spring departing and autumn arriving.

In the blink of an eye, the time for the annual harvest arrived once again.

Over the course of nine months, four of Chen Mo’s five Storage Rings had been packed to the brim.

And this was even factoring in the food consumed by the Spiritual Beasts and Spirit Chickens.

Under the combined effects of the [Increased Production] and [Rapid Maturation] Talents, the full potential of the Spirit Field had been extracted.

Of course, it also echoed the old saying: “Only the ox dies of exhaustion; the field is never ruined by plowing!”

Supported by the Spirit Vein, even if Chen Mo planted four crops a year, it wouldn’t affect the fertility of these twenty acres in the slightest.

However, if the Spirit Vein were severed, the land would become barren.

After more than half a year, the Spiritual Birds had nearly grown to maturity. The eight later-hatched Spirit Chickens would undoubtedly fetch a good price if sold.

Moreover, they had grown up eating Spirit Plants, meaning both their meat quality and Spiritual Qi content far exceeded that of ordinary Spiritual Birds.

However, Chen Mo had no intention of selling them.

Currently, he wasn’t lacking Spirit Stones, and with the end of the year approaching, Breeding would replenish his stocks. There was absolutely no need for him to bitterly sell grain in exchange for a meager amount of Cultivation Resources like he did in previous years.

During this time, a few hens had laid another batch of eggs.

After Chen Mo ate a few, the remaining ones were still incubating.

The six Spirit Pigs in the pen now weighed between two and three hundred pounds. Unlike the pigs Chen Mo had seen in his previous life, though their skin was pale pink, their bodies were packed with solid muscle. After all, they were domesticated Demon Beasts; they had lost their wild nature, but their builds hadn’t grown excessively out of shape.

The Spiritual Ox and Spirit Sheep had also grown quite a bit.

Similarly, if they were sold now, they would surely fetch a large sum of Spirit Stones.

But it was still too early. Despite their large size, they were merely in their juvenile stage. They were still a long way from the butchering age Chen Mo had in mind.

More than half a year had passed. His Huai Mountain Qi Cultivation Technique had reached 337 points; in another four or five months, he would successfully break through.

The Cicada Concealment Technique and the Poison Relief Technique, two Magic arts he learned later, had now reached the Mastery Realm and were only one step away from Minor Achievement.

The Setting Sun Sword Technique, which had been the most difficult to learn, was now practiced proficiently.

Sword Flight was no longer a difficult task for Chen Mo.

As for the Seven Miles Killing Array, through daily comprehension, Chen Mo vaguely had some new insights.

However, lacking an Array Hub, he still couldn’t set it up.

One day, the Grain Collection Officer collected two thousand pounds of Spirit Yellow Rice. After selling the remaining four thousand pounds, Chen Mo suddenly remembered someone on a whim.

So, after settling the Spiritual Beasts at home, he summoned his Flying Sword, tore through the sky, and headed straight for the Ancient Dust Marketplace!

An hour later, he arrived smoothly.

Returning to this familiar place after two years, Chen Mo actually felt that while the scenery remained the same, the people had changed.

The Grain Collection Officer had also just left moments prior, and the interior of the marketplace was bustling with activity.

He walked along the bluestone pavement he had treaded countless times, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the vendors one by one.

However, he walked all the way to the end but didn’t find any trace of that person.

“Did he not come? Or is he dead?”

The thought popped into Chen Mo’s mind.

He paced a couple of steps when a familiar voice suddenly called out to him.

“Fellow Daoist Chen?”

Chen Mo turned around, only to see that it was actually Ms. Yu Xi from the Fragrance Pavilion!

“Long time no see!” he greeted with a smile.

She playfully chided him, “I thought you were never coming back.”

“Haha, how could that be!”

Chen Mo laughed heartily and then walked inside.

Since he was already here, he might as well have a couple of drinks!

Yu Xi affectionately pressed against him and led him into the Fragrance Pavilion. But the moment he walked through the door, his gaze instantly locked onto a single person.

“He’s actually here?”