I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World

Chapter 88: The Art of Creating Talismans

In the past, a total income of fifteen years might not have even amounted to a thousand spirit stones.

But now...

After cultivating his own spirit farmland, He Song's annual income had soared to over a thousand spirit stones!

Such an astonishing gain left He Song momentarily dazed.

It felt somewhat unreal.

Is this the kind of reward one reaps from having a skill and being self-sufficient?

Thinking back to when he was in the early stage of Qi Refinement Realm, he worked tirelessly year after year, earning only thirty spirit stones annually.

And now?

He could indulge in fine food and drink at the Immortal Market, not even needing to tend to his spirit farmlands personally, and still bring in over a thousand spirit stones annually.

The stark contrast left He Song sighing inwardly.

"Indeed, in any world, working for others leads nowhere."

Shaking his head, He Song quickly set aside his complicated thoughts and turned his attention to the ten acres of spirit farmland before him.

From his sleeve, he took out a small storage bag for transporting goods.

He Song activated his Manipulate Object Technique.

As his spiritual energy left his body, He Song carefully directed it to collect the spiritual grains from the rice stalks, one by one, placing them into the small storage bag.

Due to the Manipulate Object Technique’s limited range of ten feet, He Song had to walk through the farmland repeatedly to collect the grains.

However, being a cultivator, his speed in moving and gathering was exceptionally fast.

Thus, not much time was wasted.

Soon enough...

An hour had passed.

He Song finished dehusking all the spiritual grains and stored the polished spirit rice in the small storage bag.

A total of over eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice!

Thanks to the abundant spiritual energy in this area, the rice grew exceptionally well, resulting in an impressive yield.

After setting aside some seeds to reseed the farmland, He Song made his way to the stream in the valley.

At this moment...

With the small storage bag containing over eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice in hand, He Song's face was brimming with barely contained joy.

In his eyes, the plump grains of rice in the storage bag had transformed into a small mountain of spirit stones.

Spirit rice was equivalent to spirit stones!

These over eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice...

Were worth more than eleven hundred spirit stones!

Adding in his annual stipend of over a hundred spirit stones, if he sold the spirit rice, his annual income would skyrocket to over twelve hundred spirit stones!

Twelve hundred spirit stones!

Based on his current stipend at the Immortal Market, it would take him twelve years to save that much.

If he were still in the early stage of Qi Refinement Realm, earning only thirty spirit stones a year, it would take far longer to save up that sum.

Squatting by the stream, He Song scooped up some water with his hands and splashed it onto his face, calming the fiery excitement in his heart.

The cool sensation of the water droplets quickly brought him back to his senses.

Earning over a thousand spirit stones for the first time in a year had indeed stirred waves of emotion within him.

It even felt as though the whole world was beckoning him.

However, cautious by nature, He Song quickly suppressed these feelings.

After all, it was just a thousand spirit stones.

At best, it made him slightly wealthier than an average late-stage Qi Refinement Realm cultivator. A casual Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator would likely earn much more.

There was nothing to be overly proud of.

At least, that was how He Song, someone pursuing immortality, saw it.

"I should head back and start learning the talisman crafting arts. Once my identity as a Talisman Master becomes well-known, I can leverage the position to sell my spirit rice and exchange it for spirit stones," he thought to himself, his mind now calm and resolute.

For now...

The formation array had already been replenished with spirit stones, the spirit rice had all been harvested, and the seeds had been sown once more.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting until next year to harvest the spirit rice again and replenish the array.

There was no longer any reason to remain in this valley.

Visiting once a year would suffice.

Casting one final glance at the valley where the spirit farmland lay, He Song’s figure vanished from the scene.

Several hours later, He Song reappeared in the Immortal Market, within the house he had rented.

In the quiet chamber, He Song poured some spirit rice from the small storage bag, setting it aside as his regular food, before hiding the rest in a secure and inconspicuous place.

Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and sit down at the table to brew himself a pot of tea.

Suddenly acquiring over eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice—

And knowing that he could harvest the same amount every year—

He Song naturally wouldn’t sell it all.

He needed to keep some for himself to consume regularly.

Ordinary rice, though cheap, was merely sufficient for satisfying hunger for cultivators.

Spirit rice, however, was different.

If consumed daily, spirit rice could slightly enhance a cultivator’s cultivation speed.

Although the improvement wasn’t substantial, it wasn’t negligible either.

For He Song, who constantly cultivated within a Spirit Gathering Formation, this boost was quite significant.

He was, after all, a grower of spirit rice.

Previously, he had lacked the resources to enjoy it himself.

Now that he had the means, He Song naturally chose to upgrade his daily meals to spirit rice.

Recalling the days of early and mid-stage Qi Refinement Realm when he frantically saved every spirit stone, He Song couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Back then, he was so desperate for spirit stones that he wished he could split one stone into two just to stretch his resources.

As a result, he had never developed the habit of consuming spirit rice or frequently using spirit stones and elixirs for cultivation.

He had always prioritized saving spirit stones and spending them only where it truly mattered.

In essence, He Song had lived like an ascetic, denying himself even the simple pleasures that mortals could enjoy.

But things were different now.

The eleven thousand pounds of spirit rice in his storage bag had given He Song a newfound sense of confidence.

For the first time, He Song felt that he had truly shed his mortal constraints and become a genuine cultivator.

"It seems the days of hardship are finally coming to an end," he murmured.

Lifting his teacup, He Song gazed into the sky, raised the cup in a silent toast, and then drank it all in one go.

Setting down the cup, He Song waved his hand.

Three items instantly appeared before him:

• A low-grade Spirit Wolf Hair Talisman Brush.

• Low-grade talisman ink.

• Low-grade talisman paper.

He opened the ink, spread out the paper, and picked up the talisman brush, silently recalling the method for drawing a low-grade Thick Earth Talisman.

After some time, feeling that he was in the right state of mind, He Song dipped the brush into the ink.

As the brush touched the paper, intricate and mysterious talisman scripts began to take form.

Talisman scripts were not characters.

Yet they were the key to a talisman’s functionality.

Only by channeling spiritual energy into the brush and drawing the talisman scripts in a single fluid motion—without pausing, hesitating, or deviating—could a talisman be successfully created.

When the spiritual energy within the brush was used to draw a complete talisman design on the paper, the talisman would finally come to life.