Crossing the Two Realms: From a Trader to an Immortal Emperor - Chapter 2

It took Chen Le’an a long time to sort out the current situation.

This world was filled with abundant spiritual energy, with rare treasures scattered everywhere.

Nascent Soul cultivators roamed freely, and Golden Core cultivators were as common as dogs!

But that was the world of cultivators.

For someone like Chen Le’an, a lowly tenant farmer, it had nothing to do with him.

The owner of this body was also named Chen Le’an and looked exactly like him.

Unfortunately, he had the worst possible spiritual root—a mixed five-element root.

His cultivation was only at the third level of the Qi Refining stage.

His parents were tenant farmers, and from the moment he was born, he was destined to be one too.

Every day, he worked the fields for Landlord Liu.

His parents had passed away early due to overwork.

Nine-tenths of the spiritual rice he harvested had to be handed over to the landlord, leaving him with barely a tenth for himself.

He was constantly hungry and cold.

He had no access to cultivation techniques or pills.

Although this world was rich in spiritual energy, the cultivation system was still underdeveloped.

Cultivation techniques were of low quality, alchemy success rates were poor, and even when pills were made, their effects were weak.

Yet everything was outrageously expensive.

Even if he sold himself ten times over, he wouldn’t be able to afford the cheapest cultivation technique.

Despite this, just by relying on a little spiritual rice and the ambient spiritual energy, he had still reached the third level of Qi Refining!

But in this world, where spiritual energy was everywhere, even being a tenant farmer required strength.

On this farmland, it wasn’t uncommon to see tenant farmers at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, and occasionally, even some at the eighth or ninth level.

More importantly, farming required production output.

At the third level of Qi Refining, he was still at the beginner stage.

His true energy was weak.

He could barely use basic farming spells like Spring Breeze and Rain or Weed Extermination.

Instead, he had to rely on manual labor to carry water, remove weeds, and fertilize the land.

His harvest was far lower than others’.

Tomorrow was the day he had to turn in his spiritual rice.

If he couldn’t meet the quota, he would be driven out of the farm.

Before, he could sell some belongings his parents left behind to buy enough rice to make up the difference.

But now there was nothing left to sell.

If he got kicked out, with only his third-level Qi Refining strength, he was as good as dead in this world where the strong preyed on the weak.

And if he was captured by an evil cultivator to be refined into a magical tool, he’d never reincarnate!

In desperation to produce more spiritual rice, Chen Le’an recklessly used spells and suffered a qi deviation.

Unexpectedly, this led to the Chen Le’an from a declining-cultivation world traveling into his body!

Chen Le’an shook his head.

Even in this world rich with spiritual energy, life was still tough.

When would ordinary people ever be able to control their own fate?

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his face lit up with joy.

The third level of Qi Refining?!

In his previous world, that would already be considered an expert!

Without hesitation, Chen Le’an followed the original body’s memories and attempted the Spring Breeze and Rain spell.

After struggling for several hours, he finally managed to release his first-ever spell.

A light drizzle fell precisely over his farmland.

Thin wisps of spiritual energy rose from the soil.

At that moment, Chen Le’an was certain—he truly possessed supernatural power and had become an exalted cultivator!

No… not just a cultivator.

This was the power of an immortal!

The only problem was that his third-level Qi Refining true energy was too little.

Just casting this small spell had drained nearly half of it.

When the rain stopped, he performed Weed Extermination, clearing all the weeds from the farmland.

Wait…

What was that?!

Ginseng, lingzhi, polygonum, panax notoginseng, dendrobium, saffron, cordyceps…

These were weeds?!

In his declining-cultivation world, these were all priceless medicinal herbs!

He grabbed a handful—each plant contained more spiritual energy than a century-old ginseng back in his world!

Looking at the massive pile of “weeds” stacked taller than himself, Chen Le’an fell into deep thought.

If he could bring these back… wouldn’t he become rich?!

With a single thought, the plants in his hand vanished.

In his mind, a small storage space the size of a pencil case had appeared within a chaotic mist.

Then, a wave of exhaustion struck him.

His body went completely limp, and he passed out.

…

Back in the Declining Cultivation world, Chen Le’an suddenly jolted awake.

He looked around at the shabby motel room.

Had everything just been a dream?

But it had all felt so real.

Like he had truly lived through it.

He closed his eyes and trembled slightly.

In his mind he could see those so-called weeds.

Pah! Weeds?

These were priceless immortal herbs!

On instinct, he reached out…

A few stalks of medicinal plants materialized in his hands, filling the entire room with a rich, fragrant scent.

“This… this… this…”

“This is actually real?”

I’m not dreaming!

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Chen Le’an held the medicinal herbs close and took a deep breath.

Ah! The scent of money, the scent of happiness, the scent of reaching the pinnacle of life!

The scent of finally being able to control his own destiny!

After his excitement settled, Chen Le’an quickly got up and hid the herbs deep under his blanket.

Luckily, this small motel room had no windows—otherwise, the scent of the herbs might have leaked out and attracted unwanted attention. With his current strength as an ordinary person, there was no way he could keep them safe.

Strength?

Chen Le’an suddenly realized that his hearing, sight, and taste had all improved significantly.

On instinct, he waved his hand.

Spring Breeze and Rain!

Water vapor gathered in the room, and a light drizzle fell.

But because this world was nearly devoid of spiritual energy, the rain carried no spiritual power at all—it even had a faintly acidic smell.

Still, the fact remained…

Chen Le’an had actually reached the third level of Qi Refining in this world too!

After calming down, he carefully analyzed his current situation.

He could now travel between two cultivation worlds and even bring some items with him.

Time flowed at the same rate in both worlds.

And—most importantly—his cultivation from the spiritual energy world carried over to this Declining-Cultivation world!

This was beyond exciting!

Unfortunately, the herbs he brought back this time were just medicinal plants, not true spiritual herbs—otherwise, he could have refined them into pills.

Back in the Spiritual Energy World, Chen Le’an had to turn in his share of spiritual rice tomorrow. If he failed, he’d be kicked out—and likely wouldn’t survive more than three days.

The most urgent task now was figuring out the spiritual rice problem.

Chen Le’an thought long and hard before his eyes suddenly lit up.

That’s it!

The spiritual rice wasn’t fully matured yet…

So why not force it to ripen?!

It was time to show this world the power of science and efficiency!

Chen Le’an counted the herbs he had brought back—six in total.

The economy in this declining-cultivation world was similar to modern society.

Back when he worked as a technical director, his yearly salary was only 200,000.

At current market rates, a hundred-year-old ginseng could easily sell for over a million.

And these six herbs contained medicinal power equal to hundred-year-old ginseng!

That meant… six million!

If it were before, he would have had to work thirty years without spending a cent to make that kind of money!

He was rich!

Holding the herbs, Chen Le’an headed toward a pharmacy.

The store was called Hui Chun Pavilion—he used to deal with them frequently when he was a technical director at a pharmaceutical company.

Coincidentally, the owner, Zhang Ruibin, was there.

With his first-level Qi Refining strength, Zhang had sharp senses and slightly greater physical strength than normal people, but he had zero combat ability—a single kitchen knife would be enough to take him down.

“Brother Zhang, I have some medicinal herbs. Are you buying?”

Chen Le’an asked.