You Cultivate, I Farm - Chapter 132

“Junior Brother Lu, could it be that this Flame Fruit’s sluggish state is due to the lack of proper nourishment from the Spirit Flames?” The round-faced female cultivator, with a gentle demeanor, quickly grasped the reasoning behind it.

“Yes, due to its prolonged growth in a specific environment, this Flame Fruit has undergone some changes and requires nourishment from Yin Fire-type Spirit Flames.” Lu Xuan affirmed.

“In that case, let me try it now.” The round-faced female cultivator retrieved a talisman from her storage pouch, activating its spiritual power. The talisman glowed, and a wisp of pale flame emerged.

“This is a second-grade Yin Flame Talisman. The released spirit flame is toxic and continuous, like an abscess attached to bones, lingering endlessly.” While explaining to Lu Xuan, the round-faced female controlled the pale flame towards the somewhat withered Flame Fruit.

As the pale flame approached, the Flame Fruit’s wilted fiery red leaves moved without wind, seemingly attracting the pale flame.

The pale flame transformed into tiny wisps of fire, seamlessly blending into the fiery red leaves.

In an instant, as if tasting an extraordinary delicacy, the Flame Fruit revived, rustling vibrantly in the air, full of vitality.

Before long, due to prolonged malnourishment, the slightly withered Flame Fruit visibly regained its plumpness under the gaze of the two.

“Indeed effective! Many thanks to you, Junior Brother Lu!” The round-faced female cultivator’s face lit up with excitement as she witnessed the Flame Fruit flourishing.

“These are thirty Sword Seals, as a reward for helping me heal the Flame Fruit.” She handed Lu Xuan thirty Sword Seals and also gifted him a variety of spiritual fruits. “Additionally, there are some cultivated spirit fruits. You can take them back to your cave as snacks while practicing.”

Lu Xuan hesitated but ultimately accepted the gifts, thanking the round-faced female.

Without lingering in the round-faced female cultivator’s courtyard, Lu Xuan flew straight back to his cave.

After a small gain of Sword Seals, Lu Xuan didn’t rush to take on more tasks; there were matters to attend to in his spiritual field.

The fifty planted Firefly Grasses needed constant attention. Once they reached a certain stage of cultivation, Lu Xuan, following the refining method, processed them, yielding close to five hundred plump and lively Firefly Grass seeds.

He retained over three hundred seeds, planting two hundred of them in his spiritual field. With limited energy and spiritual power, and other second and third-grade spiritual plants needing careful nurturing, cultivating two hundred Firefly Grasses was nearly his current limit.

While the Firefly Grasses provided cultivation opportunities, higher-grade spiritual plants yielded rare and precious rewards. Balancing both was his priority.

A month passed swiftly. The two hundred Firefly Grasses grew exceptionally well, lush and verdant.

Although Lu Xuan didn’t meticulously tend to them due to the task of nurturing the Flood Dragon, the spiritual atmosphere within the sect contributed to their better growth.

Two Sword Grasses, after a month of cultivation, had grown to about a foot tall, with thin, blade-like leaves, standing straight and pointing towards the sky.

With sword intent pervading the area, occasional clashes of sword energy occurred due to their proximity. Amidst the ringing of resounding swords, numerous faint sword marks appeared on the spiritual soil between the two Sword Grasses.

After a month of growth, the Sword Gourd vines became thicker, entwining around a specially constructed framework made of flying swords.

The third sword was already inside. Lu Xuan couldn’t help but sigh at the cultivation difficulty of third-grade spiritual plants, as the sword intent inside was about to be fully absorbed by the gourd.

The other spiritual plants were growing well. The second-grade Copper Bone Bamboo had entered its mature stage, not much time remaining before harvesting to gain the reward of a white light cluster.

In the spiritual spring, four Iron-Clawed Crabs hid beneath strange stones.

After such a long period of nurturing, these crabs had grown to the size of washbasins. Their thick and sturdy dark green carapaces had been thoroughly exercised after constantly breaking copper and iron ores with their pincers, strengthening significantly.

While drawing icy-cold spiritual spring water from the well, Lu Xuan suddenly noticed a faint white light shimmering under a huge rock.

“Has a fully matured Iron-Clawed Crab emerged?” He pondered, looking at the four crabs submerged in the water, pleasantly surprised.

His focus converged on the bodies of the crabs, revealing a progress bar regarding their growth.

Soon, Lu Xuan identified the Iron-Clawed Crab that had reached the stage of complete maturity.

It was none other than the one that usually displayed the most arrogance.

“Don’t rush, I’ll arrange something for you.” Lu Xuan glanced at the Iron-Clawed Crab, which proudly raised its dark green pincers, its attention now on the white light cluster.

His spiritual awareness lightly touched the faintly shimmering white light, instantly transforming it into numerous tiny specks of light that poured into him.

A thought flashed through his mind, and a square-shaped ointment appeared in his hand.

The ointment, with a pale green-white hue, felt like jelly to the touch, emanating a luminous glow and a tempting fragrance.

“Crab Essence Ointment, a second-grade treasure refined from the essence of crab-type monsters, rich in spiritual power, delicious in taste, highly favored by cultivators or monsters.”

“A second-grade delicacy indeed,” Lu Xuan exclaimed, stowing the square pale green-white ointment into his storage pouch.

With a thought, he called out to the Grass Puppet that was patrolling his spiritual field.

The Grass Puppet, with its large grey grass head, walked slowly towards Lu Xuan.

“Bind this Iron-Clawed Crab.” Lu Xuan ordered.

The Grass Puppet nodded slightly, and two grey-black grass ropes slithered out from its body like snakes.

Seeing this, the Iron-Clawed Crab waved its pincers fiercely, attempting to strike the ropes.

The grass ropes, appearing slow but moving precisely, adeptly evaded the attacking pincers, swiftly weaving around the Iron-Clawed Crab’s body, securely binding it.

“Get the pot ready!” Lu Xuan shouted, and the eager Cloud-Stepping Lynx immediately grabbed the immobilized Iron-Clawed Crab and placed it into the iron pot.

The plump, ball-like Wind Falcon was unaware of what was happening, its curious green eyes observing the Iron-Clawed Crab in the pot.

Lu Xuan’s spiritual power flickered, and a strand of bright yellow flame flew out, landing on the firewood.

The firewood instantly ignited into a roaring blaze.

After steaming in the pot for a while, Lu Xuan sensed the perfect timing and lifted the lid.

A cloud of steam billowed out, revealing the red-shelled Iron-Clawed Crab inside.

“Struggling until the very end…” Lu Xuan gazed at the Iron-Clawed Crab’s pincers, still held high in resistance, unable to stop his heart from feeling a pang of sorrow, tears of sadness tracing down his cheeks.

“Ah~” The Cloud-Stepping Lynx squatted by the edge of the pot, its tone carrying a playful yet eager note.

“Chirp chirp!” The plump Wind Falcon chick hopped around agilely, understanding that it was about to indulge in a delicious meal.

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