Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 3 Cultivating Immortality Starts with Farming
Previously on Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone...
Three years had passed.
Inside the courtyard, Lu Xuanji cultivated the Li Fire Wood Technique. His frame resembled a magnet, pulling in the ambient Spiritual Qi. Flows of Spiritual Qi surged into his body via the acupoints, cycling without end inside him, nourishing his form and fortifying his build.
A portion of the Spiritual Qi underwent refinement, honing the meridians before flowing into the Dantian to fuse with the swirling vortex.
Within the Dantian, that first vortex had taken shape, signifying the initial layer of Qi Refining.
Nine vortices together form the ninth layer of Qi Refining.
Soon enough, Lu Xuanji pulled back his aura, letting the energy cloaking his body settle into stillness.
His eyes snapped open as he rose from the bed.
Through the ongoing refinement of Spiritual Qi, his body had developed prematurely. Though merely nine years old, he measured 1.6 meters in height, resembling a pint-sized grown-up.
Lu Xuanji tested his power and found it staggering, capable of hoisting three hundred catties with ease.
Such might would have crowned him a weightlifting champion in his previous life, yet within the Cultivation Realm, he remained nothing more than a beginner.
"There's still a distance to cover before breaking into the second layer of Qi Refining... The three years of compulsory training are finished. Not sure if I can join the Dan Yang Sect."
Doubt flickered briefly in Lu Xuanji's thoughts.
The Dan Yang Sect reigned as a powerhouse sect across Qing State, commanded by three Golden Core Ancestors.
Its scale and might dwarfed the Lu Family by far.
Countless cultivators throughout Qing State yearned to enter Dan Yang Sect as disciples, even settling for servant roles, drawn by the superior perks and resources.
Entry into Dan Yang Sect demanded at least Three Spirit Roots, plus a precious quota spot.
Qingfeng Commandery received just ten such quotas annually.
Right then, his mother Ye Xinlan walked up, regret in her voice, and declared, "Xuanji, your quota for Dan Yang Sect is lost."
"Lost? What occurred?"
Lu Xuanji inquired, anxiety creeping in.
"Qingfeng Commandery lies in a distant corner, and quotas often went unused in previous years. This time, however, geniuses abound, and you didn't qualify," Ye Xinlan explained to her son with sorrow.
"Mother, skipping Dan Yang Sect means staying home, which is fine too."
To console his mother, Lu Xuanji added, "As the saying goes, better head of a chicken than tail of a phoenix. Dan Yang Sect is enormous, and my Three Spirit Roots aptitude would land me as an Outer Disciple at best, without guaranteed notice. Yet in the Lu Family, Three Spirit Roots stand out as exceptional, with all eyes on me to build a foundation, glorify the clan, and enjoy heavy focus."
"Silly boy, how does the Lu Family stack up against Dan Yang Sect? A servant disciple there outshines even our top family elites in benefits," Ye Xinlan sighed deeply for her child.
Who would choose family life over a great sect if given the chance?
After all, family resources paled beside Dan Yang Sect's vast reserves.
Even paths to securing Foundation Establishment Pills flowed more freely there than in the Lu Family.
Failing to join Dan Yang Sect left Lu Xuanji somewhat adrift.
Once the initial letdown faded, composure returned to him.
Staying with the family held its merits, truly.
Over fifteen hundred cultivators filled the family ranks: more than twelve hundred with Five Spirit Roots, over two hundred wielding Four Spirit Roots, over fifty possessing Three Spirit Roots, yet zero Dual Spirit Root talents.
Ranking among the elite as a Three Spirit Root cultivator, Lu Xuanji could expect the clan's intensive nurturing—a silver lining amid the setback.
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On the following day, Lu Xuanji entered the main hall and encountered the family patriarch, the Purple Mansion Ancestor.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
Respectfully, Lu Xuanji offered his salutation.
Smiling warmly, the Purple Mansion Ancestor remarked, "Impressive, impressive—you possess fine talent with Wood and Fire Dual Attributes, perfect for an Alchemist. Alchemists need deep knowledge of herbs' traits and natures. Take this Alchemy Book and study it diligently."
"Thank you, Ancestor."
Accepting the Alchemy Book, Lu Xuanji stood in deference.
"Cultivation demands relentless effort. Prioritize it above all, aiming to reach the late Qi Refining stages swiftly... Late Qi Refining unlocks missions outside. For now, head to Purple Sun Mountain's base to tend fields. Here's your assigned plot."
"Tend one thousand acres of spirit fields. Cave Mansion thirty-eight is yours."
Thus decreed the Purple Mansion Ancestor.
"Thank you, Ancestor."
Clutching the key, Lu Xuanji bowed and withdrew.
Gripping the key, he made his way to Cave Mansion number thirty-eight.
The Cave Mansion spanned less than ten square meters, quite cramped, yet it served as an ideal spot for cultivation.
A spiritual acupoint lay here, releasing thick Spiritual Qi. Practicing nearby dramatically boosted cultivation progress.
Beyond simple lodging, the Cave Mansion granted privileges to allocate Spiritual Qi.
Departing the cave, he made his way down Purple Sun Mountain.
Across a hundred miles surrounding Purple Sun Mountain, fields brimmed with Spirit Rice and Spirit Medicine.
Farmers fertilized plots, cast Spirit Rain spells, pulled weeds, or battled pests, as spirit field crops flourished vigorously.
At a designated spot, Lu Xuanji scanned the tidy spirit fields around him.
Wielding a hoe, Lu Xuanji uprooted weeds thoroughly before sowing Spirit Rice seeds across the fields. Once sown, he formed seals to unleash the "Small Spirit Rain Skill," converting ambient Spiritual Qi from vapor into liquid that cascaded as gentle rain.
Spirit Rain soaked the spirit fields deeply, revitalizing the soil.
He precisely managed the downpour, ensuring the Spirit Rain fell in just the right amount—neither excess nor scarcity.
In this way, his farming life commenced, launching his journey as a cultivator-farmer.
The fanciful vision of immortal cultivation involved Sword Flight through the skies, flying swords destroying demons, fasting for liberation, and transformations granting everlasting life.
True immortal cultivation demanded scraping together three meals daily and hustling for coin—if not slaving away farming like peasants, then mining drudgery or clerking in shops under brutal nine-nine-six, nine-nine-seven routines.
Resources dominated Cultivation priorities, originating from growing Spirit Medicine, Spirit Rice, or operating trades.
Lu Family Spirit Rice centered on White Sun Rice production.
White Sun Rice sustained cultivators, fortifying their Qi and Blood while strengthening the physique.
White Sun Rice formed the core ingredient for crafting White Sun Pills.
White Sun Pills acted as vital auxiliary Elixirs for Qi Refining cultivators, commanding steep market prices.
Within the family medicine garden, certain Spirit Medicines fueled clan Alchemists in Elixir refining, while others fetched cash on open markets.
Growing Spirit Rice and Spirit Medicine generated over sixty percent of family earnings.
Without farming, how long could endless fights and looting keep everyone fed?
Even diving into battles, who exactly would they target?
Neighboring Cultivation Clans, all dutifully taxing to the Dan Yang Sect, shunned starting wars lightly.
For clashes among cultivators or families, steering clear of combat proved smartest.
Doesn’t calm, steady farming bring far more joy?
Loss meant total family extermination.
Triumph required paying out reparations.
Sure, compensation could be skipped, but who’d fight beside you next round?
Stiff allies on payouts, and get betrayed in the clutch—you’re doomed.
Lu Family’s plan: farm reliably, hawk White Sun Pills, White Sun Rice, plus assorted Spirit Medicines and Spirit Pills, amassing Spirit Stones to raise another Purple Mansion Ancestor—and crucially, forge multiple Foundation Establishment powerhouses.
Warfare? Far better to dodge it altogether.