Only two days, Ding Huan, who had just broken through to the seventh level of the Golden Immortal, felt the restriction of reaching the eighth level.
The benefit of the Dazhuo cultivation method lies in that once it begins, no matter how pure or thick the Immortal Origin is, it will not be a problem to absorb.
The Dao rules in the immortal rice are so clear that Ding Huan can even deeply imprint them in his mind without having to ponder over them.
Boom! With ease, the Dazhou skill shattered the restrictions of the seventh level of a Golden Immortal, stepping into the eighth level.
Extremely powerful.
The protection formation's seal was disturbed, prompting Ding Huan to cease his cultivation.
He knew it was time for him to take the blame.
However, Ding Huan's mood wasn't the slightest bit depressed. Just thinking about the thousands of pounds of immortal rice he had harvested made him feel great.
With a gesture, Ding Huan gathered all the virtual array lines within the field and opened the protection array, revealing three people standing at the entrance.
Chen Guan stood in front, his expression filled with helplessness.
Clearly, he wasn't very willing for Ding Huan to be taken away as a scapegoat, but he couldn't stop it either.
Ding Huan's fate was sealed from the day he joined the Dao Farming Department.
"Lu Renjia, time's up. We're here to collect the immortal rice. You've planted five acres in total, and you need to pay in 600 catties of low-grade immortal rice grain."
A man with sharp eyes walked up to Ding Huan's front, speaking coldly in a low voice.
From the killing aura emanating from him, Ding Huan knew that they weren't there to collect rice grains today, but to catch him.
These people were certain that he could not grow immortal rice grains.
According to the rules, Ding Huan had five acres of land and needed to pay 600 pounds of immortal rice grain or 500 pounds of immortal rice.
This refers to low-grade.
For mid-grade, the payment would be 250 pounds of immortal rice or 300 pounds of immortal rice grains.
"If you can't pay the immortal rice grain, come with us," another man stepped forward to start a fight.
Ding Huan said coldly, "I haven't even spoken, and you say I can't pay. It seems you're not here to collect the immortal rice grain. You are here to catch me, right?"
Upon hearing Ding Huan's words, the few people were slightly taken aback and halted in their actions.
That's right. They are here to arrest people, and this kid seems to know it well.
Ding Huan looked at Chen Guan and asked, "Chen Guan, how many xianjing are there in a pound of low-grade immortal rice grain?"
Chen Guan was not quite clear about Ding Huan's meaning and said casually, "Generally, it's around 5,000 to 6,000 high-grade xianjing per pound."
Ding Huan choked on cold air. This thing is a goldmine. Based on Chen Guan's words, the price of mid-grade immortal rice must be over 10,000 xianjing.
If this was grown, wouldn't you be able to make as much money as you want? Why don't you see many immortal rice grains being sold on the market?
Ding Huan overlooked his skill of the Great Universe Art. If he didn't have the Great Universe Art, with his five acres, producing 200 pounds of low-grade immortal rice grains would already be impressive.
Moreover, growing immortal rice grains is not as easy as Ding Huan thinks. As long as he practices the Great Universe Art, it would be much easier.
I'm fine with that.
Growing immortal rice grains requires careful nurturing, regular arrangement of various five-element immortal objects, and clearing away pests.
He will set up a space-based pest control immortal array, which others won't do.
Ding Huan had studied the rules of the Dao Farming Department's jade tablet, but he didn't know that he could go to the Dao Farming Department periodically to obtain some five-element immortal objects to cultivate immortal rice grains.
This is an unwritten rule that everyone is aware of, but Ding Huan was not in the know.
However, even if Ding Huan knew, he would have no time to obtain these things. He wouldn't have enough time to cultivate.
Ding Huan grabbed a wide-mouthed winnow basket from his sleeve, and inside the basket were green immortal rice grains.
Chen Guan and the other three stared in amazement at the winnow basket held in Ding Huan's hand.
The immortal rice grains in the winnow basket had a faint aroma, abundant with earthly energy, and clear with Dao-essence laws. They were clearly newly harvested.
This is definitely a top-grade item among the middle-grade immortal rice grains, and it's almost close to high-grade.
"See this, it's middle-grade immortal rice. This one basket is 100 pounds."
As Ding Huan spoke, he pulled out two more baskets, each of which contained the same middle-grade immortal rice.
"Did you really grow immortal rice grains?" Chen Guan finally woke up from his daze, looking at Ding Huan with disbelief.
The other two men also realized what was happening, and they all stared at Ding Huan in a dazed manner.
They're not here to collect rice grains, they're here to arrest scapegoats.
Furthermore, even if Ding Huan had grown immortal rice grains, the 300 pounds of rice would not be enough to pay off.
Ding Huan feigned confusion, looking at Chen Guan: "Chen Official, I applied for the position of Immortal Planter, right? Isn't it to grow immortal rice grains?"
Chen Guan was at a loss for words. He couldn't explain the situation.
Ding Huan looked at the other two men: "What? You're not going to accept the middle-grade immortal rice?"
"Receive," the man with a fierce gaze swallowed, stepped forward, and reached out to take away Ding Huan's winnow basket.
Basket.
Ding Huan said calmly, "First, you need to check. Second, you need to weigh it. If there's nothing, you want to take away my immortal rice grains? Are you here to make a joke?"
The man straightened up without a word, inserting his hand into the winnow basket, lifting and dropping the immortal rice grains: "One hundred pounds of middle-grade immortal rice, qualified."
Then he walked over to the second winnow basket and repeated the process.
After completing the checks, he said, "Three hundred pounds of middle-grade immortal rice, qualified."
"Give me the proof of receiving the immortal rice grains," Ding Huan said.
This man produced a jade talisman with some imprints and handed it to Ding Huan.
Ding Huan scanned his spirit with a single glance into the jade talisman and realized that this man was plotting something. The receiving markings inside were only temporary and would disintegrate at any moment.
Ding Huan was in no mood to waste words. To play such tricks in front of him was like trying to split wood with a razor blade.
Originally, he was still planning to continue his cultivation here, but when he discovered that someone was absorbing the vitality of the immortal rice crops in the lake to supply a immortal fruit plant, Ding Huan had no intention of staying here to continue cultivating any longer.
He couldn't afford to stay and cultivate the immortal rice grains anymore. He needed to leave before he got absorbed into the plant, which would be his own fault for staying here too long.
Besides, he now has over a thousand pounds of immortal rice grains. Even without a concentrative spirit array, he can make use of them.
Cultivate.
Now he is at the eighth level of a Golden Immortal, and he can find a place to improve his array skill.
Strive to set up an invisible gathering spirit array, and still be able to impact the Mystic Realm.
Immortal Realm.
"Where do you want to go?" Seeing Ding Huan turn to leave, the man with a fierce gaze called out to him.
Ding Huan turned back and coldly stared at him, "How come? You're just a rice collector in the ranks, and you want to control this official of the Immortal Planter?"
"You are the Immortal Planter here, responsible for cultivating immortal rice grains, and as such, you cannot leave," the fierce man said sternly.
Ding Huan contemptuously looked at the man.
"Does your field need to be maintained after planting immortal rice grains?" he asked. "And where did you see in the Dao Farming Department's rules that an Immortal Planter is not allowed to leave the field?"
The shorter man clearly disliked Ding Huan's attitude, harrumphed, and said, "If you haven't completed your task of cultivating immortal rice grains, you can't leave."
He knew that the receiving markings on the jade talisman of Ding Huan's proof had already dispersed, and now they had taken away the immortal rice grains again.
Even if Ding Huan tells a lie, there's nothing much he can do.
If it wasn't for discovering that he truly couldn't stay here, Ding Huan would definitely want to swindle these two guys.
Now he doesn't have the time or interest to mess around. He just wants to leave as soon as possible.
He grabbed a crystal orb and threw it at the guy who was speaking: "Take a good look at what's inside, and then decide whether or not to cause trouble for me."
Said, Ding Huan turned around and left quickly.
"Wait," the man with sharp eyes wanted to chase after Ding Huan, but was stopped by the slightly shorter man.
Before he could ask, the slightly shorter man handed the crystal orb to the other man and sighed, "This guy is very savvy. He can't be a newcomer."
The crystal orb was activated, and not only did it record their entire conversation, but it also captured the scene of them inspecting the immortal rice grains without missing a single detail.
Chen Guan rubbed his forehead, feeling foolish for worrying about Ding Huan earlier.
Compared to Ding Huan, he seemed like a complete novice.
Observing Ding Huan's actions, there was not a single slip-up.
"Alright, we'll report this back. There's no reason to keep him here now." After watching the crystal orb, the man with a fierce gaze also sighed.
With Ding Huan's meticulous preparations, how could they possibly catch him?
After leaving the Dao Farming Department, Ding Huan quickly used his cultivation arts to disappear.
Looking at the two men collecting the immortal rice grains, Ding Huan secretly cursed. Finding a place to settle down really is difficult.
Palace of Immortal Treasures.
The Great Emperor Wu Chang was seated on the imperial throne, expressionless.
Most of the officials in the Palace of Immortal Treasures were here. The Four Divine Emperors, the Four officials of the land and sea, the nine military commanders, the ten star generals, the eighteen officials of the immortal world, the thirty-six departments, the seventy-two directions, and a hundred and eight immortals.
Everyone was well aware that Emperor Wu Chang's health issues were worsening,
If it weren't for the magnitude of the current situation, Emperor Wu Chang would not have convened this imperial assembly of the Immortal Court.
"Greetings, noble immortals. The Demon Court does not respect moral orthodoxy and rules, openly violating our agreement with the Immortal Court and invading our Immortal Court domains, killing nearly a million of our forces in the domains of our Immortal Court. How should we deal with this?"
Emperor Wu Chang's voice showed signs of fatigue, suggesting that the rumors about his health issues were indeed true.
"This matter cannot be tolerated. These mere creatures with fur and horns dare to make noise in our Immortal Realm. I request Your Majesty to dispatch one million divine soldiers to flatten the Demon Court."
A tall man, carrying a large spear, strode out and shouted loudly
"Silence, don't speak nonsense. Your Moyao Department is the Frontline God Temple, what does it have to do with the battlefield of immortals and demons?"
"Furthermore, the demonic invasion this time completely destroyed tens of thousands of my immortal army. Even if it's a million, what difference is there?"
An old man with white hair and beard stood up and scolded immediately.
