Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Alienation and Abundance

The next morning, Wang Chen quietly left Wei Fa City and returned to his Wei Hall.

Although Wei Fa City was the only city in the Underworld Realm and the main stronghold of the West Sea Sect, it was not only extremely safe but also had all the necessary facilities.

Even the lively Xiaoyao Pavilion, known for its indulgence in wine, pleasures, and wealth, had a place here.

Wang Chen understood why his fellow disciples enjoyed spending spirit stones at Xiaoyao Pavilion; after all, they faced the constant threats of magical spirits and evil spirits while exploring alone in the wilderness. Even Purple Palace cultivators found it hard to ignore the pressure of survival.

Taking a couple of days each month to relax in Wei Fa City was actually beneficial for their cultivation.

But Wang Chen’s determination was incomparable to that of those disciples born into the world of cultivation. He had risen from being a lowly young cultivator in the Yunyang Sect, experiencing many ups and downs, and had weathered enough hardships to forge his heart of the path into something as solid as rock.

He wouldn’t easily waver!

However, after returning to the Wei Hall, the talismans sent by Mou Guangji suddenly decreased.

They used to arrive every three to four days, but now it took ten days to a month for a letter to come, and the content was very vague.

There was not a single mention of matters related to the alliance meeting.

Wang Chen understood that he was being excluded!

He speculated that this wasn’t necessarily Mou Guangji’s decision; after all, this senior brother was sharp and intelligent, and there was no reason to offend him. It was likely influenced by the thoughts of others.

But it was normal for Mou Guangji to go with the flow.

Wang Chen didn’t mind.

He had never liked forming factions for personal gain and didn’t have much common ground with the group from the alliance meeting.

As the saying goes, “when conversation doesn’t resonate, a word is too many.” Losing Mou Guangji as a source of information didn’t impact Wang Chen at all.

He continued his agricultural endeavors around the Wei Hall.

Having received new rice seeds, Wang Chen energetically opened up another two hundred acres of spirit fields.

This brought his total area to over five hundred acres!

The Underworld Realm lacked the four seasons, so the meticulously cultivated Three-Ying Grain from the sect could be planted at any time, maturing within three months.

These spiritual grains, nourished by dark energy, not only tasted good but also provided ample spiritual energy, becoming the main food source for West Sea Sect cultivators in the Underworld Realm.

The only drawback was the low yield, with only about a hundred pounds of rice produced per acre.

Moreover, the quantity of rice seeds was limited; only those cultivated by the sect could be planted, and he couldn’t save seeds on his own.

As for the indigenous residents of Wei Fa City, they ate a different type of Yang rice, which they grew close to the city.

Once Wang Chen planted all five hundred acres of Three-Ying Grain, he could expect to harvest around fifty thousand pounds of dehusked spiritual rice after a month. This would be considered a considerable fortune in Wei Fa City.

The prerequisite was that everything went smoothly.

In recent days, Wang Chen had noticeably felt the increase in breath of living beings as the Three-Ying Grain in his spirit fields began to sprout. The number of magical spirits attacking the fields was also rising.

Whereas he used to encounter hostile creatures every ten to fifteen days, now it was necessary to deal with them every three days.

It was no wonder that fellow disciples were reluctant to engage in farming while exploring the Wei Halls; they preferred to focus on finding resources.

Farming was exhausting and worrisome; one small mistake could mean losing all their hard work, causing the effort of one or two months to go to waste!

However, for Wang Chen, the frequent attacks by magical spirits and evil spirits were a good thing.

The Heavenly Net for Exorcising Evil silently unfurled in the air. As Wang Chen channeled his magical power into it, the net expanded instantaneously to cover an area hundreds of times its original size, ensnaring all the magical spirits that had been halted by the black iron thorns’ defense.

With Wang Chen’s spirit fields now spanning five hundred acres, the number of black iron thorns used for their protection had also surged. This unique plant could be rapidly matured using the Decay and Flourish Technique, allowing it to be deployed in the shortest possible time.

Currently, the black iron thorn bushes surrounding the spirit fields stretched over a hundred steps in width and were still spreading outward.

The magical spirits that attacked the spirit fields were all solidified entities, complete with real bodies, scales, and claws, which made them susceptible to the black iron thorns’ barrier.

Although this defensive line wasn’t particularly robust, and more powerful magical spirits could breach it with ease, their presence provided Wang Chen with enough time to react. That was all he needed.

Take, for instance, this group of magical spirits recently caught in the net. They had emerged from the mountains and were charging directly toward the spirit fields. Without the black iron thorns’ obstruction, they might have already infiltrated the fields by now.

Now, they thrashed wildly within the Exorcising Net, emitting piercing screams. Their bodies contracted and even cracked, releasing tendrils of black smoke.

The magical spirits and Evil Spirits of the Underworld Realm were essentially manifestations of malevolence.

Or, more accurately, condensates.

Even solidified magical spirits lacked real flesh and blood within their shells, making them vulnerable to the Heavenly Net for Exorcising Evil’s restraint, devouring, absorption, and digestion.

The effectiveness of this treasure in the Underworld Realm was unmatched!

All magical spirits caught in the net, regardless of their size or the intensity of their struggles, could not escape the Exorcising Net firmly controlled by Wang Chen.

Their essence swiftly transformed into the purest spiritual energy, stored within the net.

After a moment, Wang Chen gave his hand a shake.

A crystal bead, glowing with a silvery light, slipped through the netting and landed in his palm.

It was the Evil Energy Pearl.

Excellent!

Wang Chen contentedly stored the spoils in his Xumi Ring.

To date, he had gained seventeen Evil Energy Pearls.

In terms of "drop rate," the chance of the Evil Spirits in the Underworld Realm producing Evil Energy Pearls was significantly higher than that of the malevolence in the Mountain-Sea Realm.

With these Evil Energy Pearls, returning to Wei Fa City at the month’s end would suffice to report to the sect.

He would exchange them for contributions.

Wang Chen didn’t even need to venture into the mountains in search of the Underworld Realm’s specialty resources; simply guarding his spirit fields and attracting magical spirits was enough to ensure he accumulated the merits needed for entering the veins.

Farming was indeed rewarding!

After patrolling the area and confirming there were no stray magical spirits, he returned to the Wei Hall.

On the day of reporting back to the city at the month’s end, Wang Chen hastened to the sect’s law hall in Wei Fa City. After delivering a batch of Evil Energy Pearls and receiving his necessary supplies and contributions, he promptly returned to the Wei Hall.

In another month, the Three-Ying Grain would be ready for harvest. If the fields were destroyed due to his trip to the city, he would suffer a significant loss.

Thus, on his journey back and forth, Wang Chen pushed the Yaoguang flying sword to its maximum speed, stirring up clouds of dust as he flew low to the ground, resembling a dragon soaring across the wilderness.

In this rush, Wang Chen naturally had no time to attend the monthly alliance meeting.

Though Mou Guangji had sent him a talisman a few days earlier, Wang Chen politely declined, citing his busy farming duties, which further distanced his relationship with Mou Guangji and the other disciples.

By the time the Three-Ying Grain ripened, Wang Chen had not received any further talismans from Mou Guangji.

Wang Chen didn’t mind at all; he was immersed in the joy of harvest.

After all, over five hundred acres of spirit fields had yielded him more than eighty thousand pounds of rice!