"Everyone, you are all core members of my tribe. The first ten will come forward." Ten cultivators walked onto the stage, both male and female, young and old, and without exception, all of them had reached the thirteenth level of Qi training. "You can all get a foundation-building pill, and the clan leader has said that you will also be eligible to exchange for three volumes of low-level and high-level spells." "Please invite the head of the Hanlin Academy, Yi Chun, to distribute the prizes to everyone." Yi Chun stood up, distributed the foundation-building pills to everyone one by one, and encouraged everyone. "If you don't know what spell to choose, you can ask me for advice." Everyone nodded in agreement and then left. Yi Liang continued. "Yi Huai, Yi Zhengming, Yi Ke, the three of you step out of line." "Yes." The three answered in unison and took a step forward.

"Yi Huai, Yi Ke, and Yi Zhengming, the top three, will receive a top-level magic weapon and a bottle of Yang Yuan Dan. Please invite the Master of the Merit Hall to present the prizes." Yi Mo, the master of the Hall of Merit, glanced at Yi Liang, then took out a green wooden staff and a ghost flag from his storage bag and handed them to Yi Huai and Yi Ke one by one. Then he looked at Yi Zhengming and took out a sword. Judging from its color, it was a top-grade magical weapon. "I originally prepared a metal hairpin for you, but I don't think it's suitable, so I changed it for you. If you don't like it, you can change it back." Yi Mo is usually a serious person, and he is also the person in charge of the arena. Ever since Yi Hui left for the Zongzheng Mansion, he has been in charge of the Hall of Merit. Today, he was delighted to see the prey and changed the magical weapon he had prepared. Seeing the golden sword, Yi Zhengming was certainly not stupid. He immediately thanked it and naturally did not ask for it back. Then each person received a bottle of Yang Yuan Dan, and that was the end. "Yi Zhengming, wait a moment. There is another foundation-building pill for the first place in the competition. It will be awarded to you by the clan leader himself." Yi Liang said. An excited look appeared on Yi Zhengming's face. Yi Jue also stood up and handed him the Foundation Establishment Pill, then patted him on the shoulder. "Practice well. This world is ours and yours, but in the end, it is yours." "Believe in yourself, building a foundation is not your end." Although Yi Jue's words were very light, the whole audience was silent when he spoke. Not to mention that although the arena is large, all those who come here are cultivators, so they can naturally hear it clearly. For a moment, everyone showed envy towards Yi Zhengming. Yi Zhengming knelt down with a clang. "I will die for the Yi family!" The cultivators of the Yi family watched this scene and felt so excited that they wanted to roar to the sky. - "Patriarch, there is some progress on the matter of the spiritual field." "Which one?"

In the past, Yi Jue selected three spiritual veins to open up spiritual fields. He chose three formations for each of them, one for gathering spirits, one for moisturizing, and one for gathering energy. He used the second-level spiritual veins to open up spiritual fields. Now it seems like an engineering project. "It was a period of gathering energy. A two thousand mu spiritual field was opened up on one of the Wang family's spiritual veins. The first-grade golden rice planted there has already taken root and sprouted." "Go and have a look." As they spoke, the two of them left Huangquan Valley together and flew eastward for a hundred miles to the Wang family. On a small hill to the east, a terraced field appeared before their eyes. "This place was opened up by ten Qi training disciples. There are a total of 2,317 acres of fertile land, all covered by the formation. The soil in the spiritual field has been adjusted and is already a first-level spiritual soil that can produce spiritual rice." Yi Jue flew straight to a place where a Qi training disciple was, and saw him performing the Small Cloud and Rain Technique. This spell was specially created for spiritual cultivators, and with a simple gesture, it could cause a light rain. "Are you still busy?" When he heard someone speak, the direction of the Little Cloud and Rain Technique he was performing almost deviated. When he saw who was speaking, his anger instantly disappeared without a trace, and he said timidly, "We can handle it. We work in two shifts, five people in each shift. Each person is responsible for 500 acres of spiritual fields per day. We can handle it." "But Xiao Qu might have some difficulties. His lovemaking skills are OK, but his insect repelling skills are still a little bit off, so we often go to help." Yi Jue nodded, asked a few more questions, and then personally checked the condition of the spiritual soil. He discovered that it was indeed full of vitality, and that the golden rice was a spiritual rice with a relatively complete inheritance, and there were traces of its harvest. For example, the planting has just been completed, and we can see from the growth that there will be a good harvest in three months. Yi Jue also measured step by step from bottom to top, until he was sure that this method was feasible and could be replicated, and then he called the person who was accompanying him. "Your name is Yi Zhi. You used to be the head of Lingmi Hall, right? How many years have you been growing Lingmi?" "To the chief, I am Yi Zhi. I have been growing spiritual rice since I was young, and it has been one hundred and twenty years now." Yi Jue pondered for a long time, and it was really difficult to make this decision. "Yi Shik, I have a dream." "I grew up in Huangquan Valley. I was born to see the world and learn how to survive. I have some experience. Would you like to listen?" "I am all ears." "I've discovered that most people in this world are unproductive, many are plundering, many are killing people for treasure, and many are fishing in a dry pond. Few are willing to spend time and energy and wait for the harvest peacefully. What do you think?" Yi Shik said nothing, lost in thought. “Planting a tree requires watering, pruning, fertilizing, and a long wait before the tree grows and bears fruit.” "But it only takes a moment to cut down a tree." "Is that right?" "My Huangquan Valley has been here for thousands of years. This Huangquan land has nurtured dozens of Huangquan Valley Jindan, thousands of foundation building, and tens of thousands of cultivators for thousands of years. But if my Yi family is exterminated and this place is looted, it will be desolate in a few years." "Do you understand?" Yi Zhi trembled all over, as if he had realized something. "Spiritual rice can be eaten continuously. It has no erysipelas and no side effects. You can eat it forever." “But very few people practice cultivation by eating spiritual rice. Instead, they use spiritual stones and elixirs. Spiritual stones are minerals, and they are gone once they are mined. Spiritual elixirs require specific spiritual herbs and a specific environment to cultivate, and they also require years, which can easily take dozens or even hundreds of years.”

"Do you know why?" "The root cause is that no one is willing to wait for several months of hard work. Everyone just wants to have immediate pleasure." "The reason is that after I die, I don't care about the flood." Yi Zhi's face was pale, as if he had seen the tragic scene of several years later, when spiritual energy was exhausted, resources were scarce, and cultivators killed each other and even cannibalized each other. "Are you willing to change?" "Are you willing to be a pioneer for Huangquan Valley and open up thousands of acres of fertile land so that every cultivator in Huangquan Valley can have spiritual rice to eat and have hope of building a foundation?" (End of this chapter)