I Plant Spiritual Fields in a Fantasy World

Name: I Plant Spiritual Fields in a Fantasy World
Author: Thoughts

by Thoughts

ongoing Xianxia Classical Xianxia Male Lead

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16Kwords4chapters

Latest:

Ch. 4 — Green Marks

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About This Novel

When the scientific research spirit of a doctor of agriculture collided with the barren spiritual fields of the world of cultivation, knowledge became his strongest trump card. Lin Mo didn't expect that after the experimental accident, he would travel through time and become the lowest level Ling Zhifu of the Qingyun Sect. His predecessor left him three things: a useless physique with pseudo-spiritual roots of the five elements, three acres of "death fields" with thin spiritual energy and solidification and acidification, and a life-threatening contract that required him to hand over three hundred kilograms of spiritual rice after three months, or else he would be a slave for ten years. Everyone was waiting to see how this recognized waste would accept his fate. But what they were waiting for was a madman squatting on the field ridge, grabbing soil and analyzing, with his eyes shining at the dead ground. "Hardened? Then we should dig deeper to improve it." "Acidification? Plant ash neutralization." "Barren? Leaf compost, ecological cycle." "Insufficient spiritual energy? Then let the soil 'live' on its own!" While others were practicing magic in search of breakthroughs, he was studying soil microbial communities. While others were competing for the elixir and magic weapon, he was optimizing the spiritual plant hybrid grafting plan. When the sect boss thought he could only farm, the "Feasibility Report on Using the Aura Gradient Difference to Achieve Water-Saving Irrigation" on his desk was quietly changing the resource structure of the entire cultivation world. Many years later, the people who had bullied him knelt before the acres of fertile fields he had improved and begged for a grain of spiritual rice that he had grown casually. But Lin Mo just held the hoe, looked at the wider world, and whispered to himself: "A yield of 10,000 kilograms per mu is just the beginning." "Let every inch of the land be filled with vitality, so that the most ordinary monks can feed themselves and practice with their hands."