SFS Chapter 40 My Martial Uncle's Visit
Chapter 40 My Martial Uncle's Visit
Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The Zheng family's green corn has reached harvest season. Although it cannot compare to the corn planted by Lu Qingyun himself in Pingyang Lingtian, it is still a pleasing harvest compared to the Zheng family's previous harvest.
However, with the blessing of longevity magic at Pingyang Lingtian, it was naturally another bumper harvest.
Lu Qingyun activated his magic power and cast the [Minor Harvest Technique].
At this point, his cultivation level had improved compared to half a year ago, and he no longer needed to stop to recover during the harvest.
I felt the magical feedback from the green corn.
Lu Qingyun smiled.
Sure enough, he was only two harvests away from breaking through to the fifth level of Qi Refining.
At that time, you can try to refine some movement techniques.
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.
There are never too many ways to save your life.
Lu Qingyun retrieved the Golden Spirit Bees he had hidden in Yunxia Pavilion to monitor Li Fulai, but received a startling message.
Li Fulai was actually on his way to Lingtian in Pingyang.
"What does this cowardly, snobbish old man want from me?"
Lu Qingyun became suspicious.
In the past year,
Li Fulai was either engaged in his tunnel-digging business at Yunxia Pavilion, or he was sleeping soundly or visiting brothels and gambling dens in the market.
The spirit stones he receives each month are delivered to the entrance of the spirit field by someone else. How could this guy take the initiative to find him?
Lu Qingyun thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with a solution.
He hasn't forgotten that old geezer who secretly sold the Zheng family's sacred land to him last time.
It's no exaggeration to say that Lu Qingyun was extremely wary of Li Fulai.
"Never mind him."
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't come to a conclusion.
Lu Qingyun shook his head.
No matter how Li Fulai schemed, he decided to remain unchanged and stick to the Xuanwu Dao, relying on the "turtle" to achieve his goal!
……
Meanwhile, Li Fulai, who was on the road, was all smiles.
How could he not be happy?
After all, Zheng Tianxuan promised to give Lu Qingyun a thousand spirit stones as long as he could get Lu Qingyun out of the market.
These spirit stones were practically free; they were enough for him to go back to the Spring Oriole Pavilion and seduce two more courtesans.
As for luring Lu Qingyun out of the market, is that difficult?
We've all been through this age.
Li Fulai believed it.
Lu Qingyun couldn't resist the allure of disaster relief, righteousness, and beautiful women.
"My dear junior nephew, I've missed you so much this past year! Just thinking about you in this godforsaken spirit field makes my heart ache!"
Outside the ancestral temple, Li Fulai struck the Dengwen Bell and wailed loudly.
If others were to see him, they probably wouldn't guess that he is a dignified late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.
"Uncle-Master, why are you crying so bitterly? Could it be that some old courtesan is pregnant with your child?"
Lu Qingyun gave a half-smile.
Since this old geezer is here, I might as well keep him company.
It would also allow him to take this field of spirit rice with him, saving me the trouble of leaving the field to sell it myself.
"Junior nephew, what are you saying!"
Li Fulai's tears stopped abruptly. He gave an awkward smile and smacked his lips, "Uncle-Master wouldn't spend the night with some old fairy. Uncle-Master only likes young women."
"If it weren't for your uncle's concern for you, how could you be so heartbroken?"
"It was only when I thought back to how I suffered that I was moved to speak like this."
"Uncle-Master, you're rather slow to realize your feelings."
Lu Qingyun snorted coldly.
If Li Fulai really wanted to take care of him, why would he have schemed against him when giving him the spiritual field, and then ignored him for a whole year?
"Tell me, Uncle-Master, what exactly are you planning?"
"Nephew, your uncle has some really good news for you this time."
Li Fulai looked aggrieved, and said with a sincere expression.
"The Great De Dynasty has recently suffered a severe drought, and the rice seeds that were originally drought-resistant have now yielded no harvest."
"The Prime Minister has issued a reward: whoever can solve the rice crop failure will be rewarded with two thousand spirit stones and granted the title of County Marquis, sharing the prosperity of the nation."
"If my uncle were not unfamiliar with the methods of cultivating spiritual plants, he would probably also want to go."
"Great Master has many cultivators within the sect. Why not seek help from us, the disciples stationed abroad and independent cultivators, instead of going to Spirit Plant Peak?"
Lu Qingyun frowned.
The weather was indeed very hot a few days ago. If he hadn't used the [Minor Cloud Rain Technique] to turn his spiritual energy into rain, his green corn harvest would probably have been poor.
Therefore, he believed Li Fulai's report that Dade was experiencing a severe drought.
However, this story is not fictional; in fact, the rewards are quite substantial.
However, the process of offering a reward to seek help from overseas disciples and independent cultivators is completely wrong.
As a superior sect, the Spirit Plant Peak of the Yunxia Sect is not just sitting idly by.
Lingzhi Peak has always been responsible for overseeing the spiritual fields and farmlands of various countries.
If something happens to the Da Demi Seed, it should be reported to Lingzhi Peak immediately.
"My junior disciple has lived in Lingtian for a long time and is unaware of some things."
Li Fulai sighed.
"If we could ask Lingzhi Peak for help, why wouldn't you go? But half a year ago, Lingzhi Peak announced that it would be completely closed and would no longer send out disciples."
"Such a thing is true!"
Lu Qingyun frowned, opened the jade talisman, and only then did he realize the message he had missed during his seclusion.
Lu Qingyun pondered for a moment, then slowly said:
"However, I still won't go."
"What?!"
Li Fulai stared wide-eyed, his face filled with astonishment.
Are there really eighteen or nineteen-year-olds who are unmoved by matters of national importance?!
He had already received the spirit stones from Zheng Tianxuan beforehand.
If Lu Qingyun can't fool them, won't that brat Zheng Tianxuan hold a grudge against him?
"Nephew, don't you have any regard for the common people and their suffering?"
"You must understand, if these people go hungry, many will die!"
Lu Qingyun ignored Li Fulai's flattery.
He was merely a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, impoverished and destitute; how could he possibly possess the ability to benefit all under heaven when he achieved success?
Even if the sky falls, the tall guys from the Cloud Mist Sect will hold it up.
Moreover, this is only one of his hundred lifetimes; those who die will still be saved in the next life.
In this life, he had already decided to follow the Xuanwu Way and cultivate spiritual fields in seclusion. He would never risk his life for a mere word from Li Fulai.
He hadn't forgotten Zheng Tianxuan's sinister killing intent.
Outside the spirit field, danger could be encountered anywhere.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyun looked at Li Fulai with suspicion.
"My dear martial uncle, you must have taken money from someone and deliberately tricked me into going out so you can sell me for a good price, right?"
If we look closely, it seems quite possible that if Mu Shan couldn't withstand the pressure and settled accounts with the Cui family, Cui Bao might have Li Fulai lure him out to kill him.
"this..."
Li Fulai broke out in a cold sweat: "How could this be?!"
"My senior uncle is truly only showing compassion for the common people..."
"Um...?"
Looking at Li Fulai's guilty expression, Lu Qingyun thought about it carefully, realized what was going on, and asked in a cold voice:
"Since you are so compassionate, why not seek out someone with even greater skill in cultivating spiritual plants, or call upon virtuous cultivators to donate spiritual rice to save the world?"
"A single grain of spiritual rice can keep a mortal from going hungry for days. I think my uncle doesn't have any pity for the common people at all; he has a guilty conscience."
"Sigh...sigh! Nephew, you've really worried your uncle too much."
Li Fulai's face twitched.
He thought to himself that this little brat was really smart; he didn't fall for the trap, remained completely unmoved by the greater good, and even guessed that someone was instigating him.
Li Fulai didn't want to break ties with Lu Qingyun, so he sighed helplessly, realizing he would probably have to return the spirit stones to Zheng Tianxuan.
"In that case, fine, I'll just leave."
With that, Li Fulai turned and left dejectedly.
"Wait!"
Lu Qingyun calmly called out to him, sipped a cup of tea, and waited quietly for Li Fulai to stop.
"Has my nephew had a change of heart?"
Li Fulai's eyes lit up.
No.
"Okay..." Li Fulai twitched his lips, not knowing for a moment why Lu Qingyun had stopped him. Surely it wasn't just to mess with him.
Just as Li Fulai was sadly about returning the spirit stone to Zheng Tianxuan, Lu Qingyun slowly said:
"Since you're here, Uncle-Master, please take this field of green corn with you. We have a close relationship, so I won't charge you much. Six hundred spirit stones will suffice."
"Six hundred spirit stones?!"
"What, Uncle-Master doesn't want it?"
Li Fulai glanced at the tall, stalked green corn in the field, estimating that he could make at least a 50% profit from selling it, and immediately beamed with joy: "Yes! Of course I want it!"