Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Returning to One’s Old Profession

"Do it myself?"

Chen Anhe doubted his hearing.

Although Purple Palace cultivators were not considered rare in the West Sea Spiritual Realm, with many available in the city, they were still esteemed figures. Who would want to tend to farming work?

Even a spiritual plant farmer at the Purple Palace level would not personally till the fields and weed!

In fact, Chen Anhe had already prepared a tenant farmer for Wang Chen, dedicated to cultivating the hundred acres of spirit fields (specific term).

This would allow Wang Chen to comfortably enjoy the fruits of the labor while staying at the village chief’s residence to focus on his cultivation without worrying about trivial matters.

Chen Anhe even planned to cover all the costs of hiring the tenant farmer!

However, Wang Chen completely defied expectations, leaving him somewhat flustered, yet he had no reason to object.

After some thought, Chen Anhe decided to summon an elderly man over.

"This is Old Yuan, who used to take care of the spirit fields (specific term)," he introduced.

Chen Anhe had made up his mind—since Wang Chen was willing to take on the challenge, he might as well let him.

As long as it did not disrupt the important matters concerning them, it was fine!

Old Yuan appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, at the third level of Qi Training, his skin dark and weathered.

He bowed respectfully to Wang Chen, saying, "Young cultivator Yuan Fang, pays his respects to the esteemed one."

"Mm."

Wang Chen nodded and said to Chen Anhe, "You can go about your business."

"Yes."

Chen Anhe replied respectfully, "Then I shall take my leave."

Once he left, Wang Chen leisurely began to "inspect" his spirit fields (specific term).

Although the location and quality of these hundred acres were not the best, they should rank above average among all the spirit fields in Datian Village.

Wang Chen knew very well that the best spirit fields in the village undoubtedly belonged to the Huang family!

For now, he would not dwell on that.

Due to the spirit fields (specific term) being left fallow for two years, the land was overgrown with weeds taller than a person.

Wang Chen crouched down and grabbed a handful of soil.

It was dark and quite fertile.

He let the soil fall from his hand and stood up, saying, "What a pity."

Old Yuan, following behind him, responded anxiously, "Young cultivator only has the authority to supervise and does not have the power to touch even a blade of grass in the fields. I hope you can forgive me."

The old cultivator thought Wang Chen was displeased.

Wang Chen smiled and said, "I understand."

From his inquiries, Wang Chen learned that Old Yuan was a lonely elderly man and also an outsider, which was why Chen Anhe had arranged for him to oversee the spirit fields (specific term).

Two years ago, after Wang Chen’s predecessor went missing in the mountains, the village chief’s position remained vacant. Without a successor arriving, the spirit fields (specific term) could not continue to be cultivated and had fallen into disrepair since then.

Old Yuan’s only task was to watch over the spirit fields, preventing other villagers from sneaking in to farm or graze their sheep and cattle.

Because every blade of grass and every tree in the spirit fields belonged to the village chief!

After walking around the boundary line, Wang Chen had Old Yuan step back a bit.

He summoned his magical power and soared into the sky, floating ten meters high.

In the next moment, a ball of blazing flames appeared in Wang Chen’s palm and quickly expanded.

Whoosh!

A giant Fire Crow was born from the flames, suddenly spreading its long wings and diving down toward the spirit fields below.

As it neared the ground, it trembled violently and instantly transformed into countless little Fire Crows.

A rain of fire fell from the sky as each Fire Crow plunged into the grass, igniting a sea of flames!

The wild grass, with its extremely resilient life force, was quickly set ablaze, and flames shot up into the sky.

The insects and small animals hiding in the grass were suddenly met with a devastating disaster. They desperately tried to escape, but were overtaken by the flames and intense heat.

The fire grew larger with the wind and soon consumed the entire hundred acres of spirit fields!

Countless weeds turned to ash, and the high-temperature flames licked the soil, penetrating deep to destroy the roots while also killing the insects and eggs hiding in the ground.

In just half a tea’s time, the hundred acres of spirit fields were cleared completely.

All the wild grass, along with innumerable insects and small animals, turned to ash, creating a thick layer.

Old Yuan stared in astonishment!

It was normal for cultivators working in spirit fields to use spells to burn off weeds, but he had never seen anyone like Wang Chen who effortlessly cleared a hundred acres of spirit fields.

The old cultivator looked up at the powerful figure of Wang Chen in awe, his impressive image deeply engraved in his heart.

However, Wang Chen was not finished yet.

He made a gesture with his hand and continued to cast the Rain Summoning Technique.

Mist gathered around him at an astonishing speed, quickly forming rain clouds above the spirit fields.

Gentle rain began to fall.

The rainwater, rich in spiritual energy, moistened the warm ash on the ground, nourishing the thirsty land.

The black soil appeared even more oily.

Wang Chen landed back on the ground.

He handed Old Yuan a storage bag, saying, "Go find a few people to help me plant all the wheat seeds inside."

These seeds were ones Wang Chen had purchased earlier in Wancheng.

In the West Sea Spiritual Realm, there were many varieties of spiritual wheat, and he chose one called "Broken Silver," which was of the same quality as spiritual rice.

Old Yuan hesitantly accepted the storage bag, saying, "Esteemed one, the planting season has already passed."

Spiritual wheat is sown in spring and harvested in autumn, and they could only be planted once a year. Currently, it was midsummer.

Other people’s spiritual wheat was already starting to form ears!

Although cultivators could hasten the growth of wheat with spells, it was not cost-effective at all.

Wang Chen did not explain, "Just follow my instructions. The costs will be accounted for."

Old Yuan did not dare to contradict the village chief and hurriedly agreed.

Wang Chen walked around the area again before returning to the village chief’s residence.

Since there were still many spirit fields nearby where several farmers were at work, they all saw Wang Chen performing spells to clear the land.

Thus, the news of Wang Chen personally farming the spirit fields spread quickly throughout Datian Village!

Everyone thought that Wang Chen must have gotten kicked in the head by his large blue donkey.

Otherwise, a dignified Purple Palace master would not engage in such muddy work; was this not embarrassing for himself?

It seemed the village chief was quite unprofessional.

Of course, the villagers only whispered among themselves and did not dare to discuss it openly.

But some felt that the new village chief was quite down-to-earth and lacked the lofty airs of the leaders.

As outsiders, they instinctively felt a sense of rejection and wariness toward Wang Chen.

In short, everyone had a very complex impression of Wang Chen.

However, Wang Chen did not care what others thought of him. After Old Yuan found people to plant all the wheat seeds, he came to the spirit fields every day to use Cloud Walking and Rain Dispersion, hastening the growth of the seeds he had sown.

It was truly like returning to his old profession.

Naturally, every action he took in the village was conveyed immediately to Huang Deqi and Chen Anhe.

The few of them were a bit confused, not understanding whether Wang Chen was serious about farming or just bored and looking for something to do.

Seeing Wang Chen doing this every day, their wariness towards him gradually diminished.