Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Yongle Inspection

The summer breeze swept over the hills, stirring the spirit fields where the rice grew abundantly. The vibrant green leaves danced gracefully, showcasing their lively spirit.

Wang Chen stood by the field wearing a straw hat, gazing at the dozens of acres of flourishing spirit rice, a wave of joy rising from within him.

He had been in the Haotian Realm for over two months, gradually integrating into this new world.

However, his way of fitting in was different from most people’s; he worked the fields from dawn until dusk, engaging in agricultural tasks that other cultivators dismissed, yet he found enjoyment in it.

This made him appear quite unique.

But Wang Chen knew well that he had a special talent for spiritual plants.

The rice he personally planted and cultivated was alive and imbued with a touch of spirituality.

He could feel the rice’s joy, excitement, sadness, pain, and fear.

Wang Chen could also calm their emotions in his own way, helping them with the challenges they faced.

Until the rice was ripe!

In this unimaginable process of communication, Wang Chen grasped a subtle essence of the spiritual resonance of the world and the wonders of nature.

This greatly accelerated his integration into the Haotian Realm!

So, aside from cultivating, Wang Chen devoted more time to caring for his spirit fields, searching for his "path" in this new world.

Suddenly, Wang Chen’s ears perked up, and he looked towards a patch of spirit rice a hundred steps away.

There was an unusual sound coming from there.

Without any hesitation, he struck out with his sword finger.

A faint golden Metal Sword Energy instantly shot forth, reaching the spot a hundred steps away in the blink of an eye, then silently splitting into three beams.

Three iron-armored locusts hidden among the rice leaves were simultaneously pierced through the head.

Iron-armored locusts were a pest unique to the Haotian Realm’s spirit fields, covered with a shell resembling iron armor, having high Defense, and excelling in stealth and camouflage, along with strong jumping abilities.

These pests often appeared in groups, playing hide and seek with spiritual plant farmers by moving swiftly from one place to another, making them quite troublesome.

However, their luck ran out when they encountered Wang Chen.

The spirit rice would seek Wang Chen’s help when in danger, and with a sweep of his divine sense, no pest could escape him.

He activated the Metal Finger Technique with his internal sword energy; these mere pests had no chance, not even a spirit beast could escape unscathed.

In fact, while controlling the pests, Wang Chen was practicing a higher-level swordsmanship.

Sword light splitting!

One turns to two, two turns to three, three turns to countless!

This was a highly skilled sword path art, and Wang Chen had only recently started learning it.

Although he held no sword, he had a sword hidden within his body and his Sea of Consciousness held the spirit of the sword, allowing him to unleash true sword energy.

The three iron-armored locusts were thoroughly dead, their bodies falling to the ground with a plop.

The next moment, fine roots quickly emerged from the soil, tightly wrapping around the locust bodies.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the ground.

The rustling rice leaves conveyed their gratitude and joy to Wang Chen.

Wang Chen smiled.

Indeed, the spirit fruit of the Haotian Realm was quite extraordinary; even the spirit rice could consume meat and relished it!

The dozens of acres of spirit fields he had cultivated were now entirely sown with green Japonica rice.

This green Japonica rice, a second-grade spiritual rice, was reputed to be extensively cultivated across the nine regions of Haotian, known for its high yield and drought resistance, making it the preferred choice for novice spiritual plant farmers.

Thanks to Zhang Mushan, who had gifted him a copy of "Introduction to Haotian Spiritual Plants," Wang Chen discovered that this rice required occasional meat supplements; otherwise, its yield would drastically diminish.

The few unfortunate iron-armored locusts barely sufficed as a snack.

Green Japonica rice could be harvested twice a year, and as it began to sprout ears, it necessitated the appropriate fertilizer.

Although the sprouting season was still some time away, Wang Chen had already started considering his fertilizer reserves.

Just as Wang Chen was contemplating a hunting expedition, a streak of light suddenly streaked across the sky, diving directly towards him.

It was menacing and clearly hostile!

Wang Chen’s gaze sharpened, and he tucked his hands into his sleeves, poised for combat at any moment.

As the light dissipated, a small flying ship materialized, landing not far from Wang Chen.

He noticed the bold inscription "Yongle Inspection" on the ship’s hull!

The language and script of the Haotian Realm were identical to those of the Mountain-Sea Realm; Wang Chen could not mistake those four characters and immediately felt a chill.

Zhang Mushan had once mentioned that the Yongle Immortal City periodically dispatched inspection teams to scrutinize loose cultivators within their domain, and any illegal residents found would be apprehended on the spot.

Resistors would be shown no mercy.

When discussing the inspection teams from the immortal city, Zhang Mushan’s tone was notably disdainful.

He likened those individuals to iron-armored locusts!

At that moment, the hatch opened, and five or six figures, not locusts but cultivators clad in dark gray uniforms, emerged.

They swiftly encircled Wang Chen!

A tall, thin cultivator scrutinized Wang Chen, his gaze as icy as frost.

"Lord Zhu, it’s him!"

A horse-faced cultivator rushed out from behind, pointing at Wang Chen, "I suspect he is an illegal resident from the lower realm!"

This horse-faced man was none other than Li Chengdong from the Feixu Camp!

The tall, thin cultivator snorted, "Seize him!"

"Yes!"

The cultivators surrounding Wang Chen responded in unison, moving to apprehend him without hesitation!

"Wait!"

Wang Chen would never yield without a struggle!

He promptly displayed his loose cultivator badge, "I am registered as a Lesser Steward and am certainly not an illegal resident from the lower realm. Please verify, my lord!"

Upon seeing the badge in Wang Chen’s hand, Li Chengdong reacted as if a cat had its tail stepped on, bristling with fury, "How can this be? It must be a forgery!"

"Please, my lord, examine it!"

Wang Chen respectfully presented the badge with both hands to the tall, thin cultivator.

The latter scrutinized him closely before reaching out to take the loose cultivator badge.

As they exchanged the badge, a storage bag silently slipped into the thin cultivator’s sleeve.

He weighed the badge, seemingly deep in thought.

Then his expression softened considerably, "Wang Chen, correct? Hmm, your status is verified; you’re not an illegal resident."

With that, he returned the badge to Wang Chen, "It was a misunderstanding."

Wang Chen felt a wave of relief, "Your discernment is admirable, my lord."

Li Chengdong stood dumbfounded, "This… how is this possible…"

If Wang Chen had already registered, how could he still be out here farming?

He should already possess the qualifications to enter the Feixu Camp!

"Bold of you!"

The tall, thin cultivator turned aggressively towards him, "Li Chengdong, what is your motive for falsely accusing him?"

"I didn’t dare!"

Li Chengdong, terrified, was in a panic, "I… I have my reasons!"

"You have reasons?"

The thin cultivator sneered, "He has even more!"

"Take him away!"

Ultimately, those who had come to capture Wang Chen now escorted Li Chengdong back onto the flying ship.

Wang Chen watched as the inspection flying ship ascended into the sky, exhaling a sigh of relief.