Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 3038 - 1126: Autumn Harvest – Reaping the Rice

The next day.

Jing Lan opened her eyes, dazed for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and looked to the other side.

Upon seeing the empty corner, she felt a panic and quickly got out of bed.

When she opened the door and saw the figure standing on the dam, she finally felt a sense of relief.

"You got up early!"

Luo Chen responded without turning his head and then asked, "Going to work this early?"

Jing Lan smiled and said, "Not today, the Tobacco Workshop gave us a holiday to tend to the crops. I plan to take advantage of the cool morning before the sun comes up, to cut some grain."

Luo Chen understood and naturally said, "Let’s do it together then!"

Jing Lan hesitated a bit, looking at Luo Chen’s thin figure, "But your body?"

"It’s fine." Luo Chen turned around and smiled slightly, "Eating and drinking for free, makes me feel bad."

"I see..." Jing Lan hesitated for a moment and then said, "Then wait for me, I’ll go prepare some things."

Saying that, she went back inside.

Luo Chen remained outside, his expression neither sad nor joyful.

Though his body was far from its peak recovery, simple activities weren’t an issue.

With the foundation of the Desolate Beast Physique, how could it be so fragile?

Moreover, he planned to integrate into the local lifestyle to understand the situation in this area, and through Jing Lan would be a good approach.

Shortly after, Jing Lan came out wearing a straw hat, carrying a back basket. There was a clinking sound emanating from within as she walked.

"Let’s go!"

...

Jing Lan’s rice field was quite far from her home, most of it at the foot of the mountain, and scattered around, a piece here, a piece there.

According to Jing Lan, many of them were at her own clearing efforts.

Luo Chen walked behind Jing Lan, listening to her introduce the general situation, while his gaze roamed around.

This mountain village wasn’t large, with only thirty to forty households in total.

The houses were built on the mountain, while the fields were cultivated along its slopes, layered from top to bottom, looking like crescent shapes from afar.

Although it was still early, figures could be seen bending over to work between the fields.

Evidently, these people, like Jing Lan, were taking advantage of the morning coolness to harvest, given how hot it gets during the daytime, which Luo Chen had already experienced.

The strange phenomenon of the three giant suns still intrigued Luo Chen.

Could there be three massive, luminous, and heated stars surrounding this world?

The journey downhill had people greeting Jing Lan, with curious glances often landing on Luo Chen.

But no one asked further, seemingly aware that Jing Lan had taken in Luo Chen.

This familiar scene left Luo Chen puzzled.

"Is it common for things like me to happen here?"

Jing Lan paused, then said, "Not quite often, but occasionally people from the Great Destruction Realm find strange things, so over time no one asks, to avoid trouble."

"Strange things?" Luo Chen frowned slightly.

Jing Lan said naturally, "Yes, it’s rare to find living people like you, but other things like metals, gemstones, weapons, do appear often. Especially after the winds pass, these things surface more frequently. Some brave ones even venture out during those times to treasure hunt, and people from Yixian City pay heavily for these things."

The wind!

Once again, the name of the three greatest calamities of the Great Destruction Realm was mentioned.

Luo Chen recalled that Jing Lan had found him after a wind had passed, but he hadn’t seen such a phenomenon since being conscious.

What kind of natural occurrence would bring in things from the Outer World, even beings as powerful as himself?

"Here we are!"

The woman’s footsteps halted at a ridge, gazing at rows of thriving, golden ripe rice, her tone brimming with excitement.

Clearly, it was a harvest year.

Luo Chen found it strange that Jing Lan only brought a back basket with a sickle and water bottle inside, without tools for threshing. How would they take the harvest back after cutting?

Jing Lan seemed to notice his doubt and explained, "Harvesting Sun-facing Rice is simple to thresh, but tough to cut. The stalks are sturdy and require great effort to cut, but once cut, the grains fall with a gentle scrape. You cut the grain, and I’ll scrape the seeds."

With that, she set her things down, entered the dry and cracked field, bent over, and began cutting.

Luo Chen stood behind her, scraping the cut rice into the basket.

During this, he slightly crushed a few rice shells, chewing them.

"This rice..."

Luo Chen’s eyes revealed a contemplative expression.

Inside the rice, he sensed trace amounts of energy, and if consumed in large quantities, it was no less effective than Spirit Rice from the Mountain Sea Realm.

Moreover, the rice from Sun-facing Rice carried a unique strand of Ultimate Yang Power.

"Is it related to the daily exposure of the three Fiery Suns here?"

With this discovery, Luo Chen felt a surge of excitement.

Solely relying on decomposing Source Blood might heal injuries but ultimately wastes internal resources.

If abundant energy-containing food was available, it could accelerate the recovery process.

Also, this was ordinary Sun-facing Rice planted by ordinary villagers of Qingshan Town. Could there be better rice in Yixian City?

Luo Chen pondered as he skillfully stripped the grains.

Soon after, a heavy gasp echoed beside him.

"Let’s take a break!"

Jing Lan straightened her waist, sat by the edge, and gulped from a water bottle.

Her face glistened with large sweat drops, her wheat-colored skin glowing healthily.

Noticing Luo Chen’s gaze, Jing Lan felt a bit shy and passed the bottle.

"Do you want some?"

"No need."

"Thank heavens for your help this year, or I’d be working endlessly on my own. Everyone hopes the Sun-facing Rice grows well, but cutting tough stalks is such a hassle!"

Jing Lan sighed, shaking her sore wrists.

Then she saw Luo Chen pick up a sickle and enter the field.

Jing Lan opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to stop him, but saw him effortlessly cutting down a rice stalk as tall as half a person.

"This..."

"I’ll cut; you handle the threshing!"

Luo Chen casually threw some Sun-facing Rice aside, his expression as calm as ever.

To him, labor of this degree was nothing.

Jing Lan’s eyes grew complex, she didn’t resist, and after resting enough, she resumed the work Luo Chen started.

Moreover, she not only threshed but also tied leftover hay into bundles and set them in the field.

Noticing Luo Chen’s gaze, she explained.

"Once dry, they’re great firewood."

"Oh."

Luo Chen merely uttered a faint "oh," then continued cutting rice.

He moved quickly, ten times faster than Jing Lan earlier. In his movements, the dawn hadn’t even fully risen, and the field was nearly harvested.

The basket was just filled with grain from that field.

On the way back, Luo Chen took it upon himself to carry it uphill.

Jing Lan followed behind, her eyes gentle, her gaze carrying a unique sentiment.

En route, people greeted Jing Lan again, mostly praising the speed of their work.

At home, Luo Chen emptied the grain onto a bamboo mat, allowing the early sunlight to dry them.

"Rest a bit, I’ll level the grains."

Jing Lan picked up a bamboo rake, working hard to level the pile of grains on the bamboo mat.

Luo Chen stood to the side, his gaze cast towards the mountain base, faintly seeing figures heading home with grain.

He suddenly said, "Take me to the town after the autumn harvest."

Jing Lan paused, seemingly realizing something, her expression turning complex.

She lowered her head and softly said, "Okay."