Crossing the Two Realms: From a Trader to an Immortal Emperor - Chapter 5

Chen Le’an took a deep breath. A life… is gone, just like that.

Do poor people not deserve to live? He calmed himself down.

Carrying the spirit rice, Chen Le’an walked out.

“Chen Le’an, required spirit rice: 800 jin. Actual submission…”

The servant in charge of collection paused, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He checked again and again before shouting, “Actual submission: 1,200 jin!”

“Hmm?”

Liu Qiang’s interest piqued.

“Why did you submit so much spirit rice?” Liu Qiang asked.

“I wouldn’t dare keep any for myself. I submitted it all,” Chen Le’an replied humbly.

Growth boosters, ripening agents—packed with technology and tricks. There was no way Chen Le’an would dare eat it himself.

“But even so, that’s too much,” Liu Qiang continued.

Normally, one mu of land produced about 900 jin.

Landlord Liu took 800 jin, leaving the tenant farmers with the rest for survival.

Of course, 100 jin of spirit rice wouldn’t starve them to death, but it was far from enough to live comfortably. If they wanted to eat their fill, they had to work extra for Landlord Liu.

Most tenant farmers submitted exactly 800 jin.

But Chen Le’an submitted 1,200 jin. That was strange.

“I worked extra hard, even sleeping in the fields every day. That’s why my crops grew better,” Chen Le’an had already prepared an explanation.

Liu Qiang walked over to the pile of spirit rice and picked up a handful. The grains were plump, noticeably larger than the others’.

He nodded.

“Good work. Keep it up!” Liu Qiang said.

Chen Le’an expressed his deep gratitude. Then he secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He had passed. They didn’t notice anything unusual. But the truth was, despite looking good, the spirit rice had almost no spiritual energy.

Anyone who ate it would realize something was off. Chen Le’an could only hope they wouldn’t find out too soon. He had to use this time to grow stronger.

Old Wan looked at him curiously.

“Where did you get that spirit rice? If I had known, I wouldn’t have given it to you.”

“I have a natural talent for farming. You wouldn’t understand!”

Old Wan rolled his eyes, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press further.

Later, three others had their spirit rice rejected and were kicked out of the farmland. But this time, no one dared to cry or beg—Zhang Jia’s body was still lying there, cold.

Getting kicked out meant death, but it was still better than dying on the spot.

Once the collection was over, Chen Le’an hurried back to his home. The problem with the ripened spirit rice would explode sooner or later. He had to grow stronger as fast as possible before that happened.

Chen Le’an grabbed a handful of wild grass and sent it into the Chaos Space.

With a thought, he returned to the world of the End of Magic.

Chen Le’an quickly sold the wild grass in his hands—another six million credited to his account.

Without hesitation, he set off for the largest martial arts academy in Yudu.

As soon as he stepped inside, he went straight to the receptionist. “I want to see your master. I have a big deal to discuss!”

The receptionist glanced at his outfit, worth at least 100,000. She didn’t dare ignore him and immediately called the master. Soon, she led Chen Le’an to the master’s office.

The academy’s master, Li Bin, was a man of pure muscle with a fifth-layer Qi Refinement cultivation. His famous “Wind God Leg” was known across the land.

“I want the Wind God Leg technique!”

Chen Le’an got straight to the point.  He had decided to follow the body-cultivation path. This was a well-thought-out decision.

First, he didn’t have access to a good Qi Refinement technique. Even with unlimited money, he could only buy ordinary ones. Those with top-tier techniques didn’t need money. Once he started practicing a Qi Refinement technique, it would be hard to switch later. But body cultivation focused on strengthening the body, which wouldn’t affect his Qi Refinement practice. He could switch to a better technique when he found one.

Second, the spiritual energy world didn’t have body cultivators yet. Body cultivation dispersed energy throughout the limbs, making it hard for regular cultivators to sense one’s strength. This was perfect for staying under the radar.

Li Bin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Young man, I started training at three, achieved minor success at ten, and by thirteen, I was undefeated in Yudu. Now, I’m a fifth-layer Qi Refinement expert! No one has ever dared to ask me to sell my technique!”

Chen Le’an rolled his eyes.

You run a martial arts academy—of course you’re in it for the money.

“700,000. Take it or leave it. If not, I’ll go to another academy.”

“You’re being disrespectful! Our master is a true expert, above worldly wealth! He runs this academy to spread the martial spirit, not to make money!”

Before Li Bin could respond, the receptionist was already protesting.

“Oh, my bad. Sorry for bothering you.”

Chen Le’an stood up, ready to leave.

There were plenty of academies out there.

“Wait!”

Li Bin’s voice boomed like a tiger’s roar.

Chen Le’an nearly jumped.

“I’ll sell it!”

“Master, you…”

The receptionist looked shocked.

“A precious sword should belong to a true warrior! This young man understands me well. What’s a mere technique in comparison? Sell it!”

Li Bin declared righteously.

Chen Le’an wasted no time. He swiped his card immediately.

With the technique in hand, he rushed back to the spiritual energy world.

It was time to train.

***

Chen Le’an stood tall in the middle of the farmland.

He carefully unfolded the Wind God Leg manual. The A4-sized pages were filled with bold, strong Song-style characters, recording the secrets of this supreme kicking technique.

He took a deep breath, as if drawing all the spiritual energy of the world into himself, preparing for the intense training ahead.

He began silently reciting the incantations. His legs bent slightly, and an invisible force seemed to guide his body into motion.

At first, his steps were light, like a deer in the forest—every movement perfectly placed, nearly silent.

Gradually, his pace quickened. His feet barely touched the ground before he moved again, leaving behind faint afterimages. He was like the wind itself, gliding across the training field.

As his training deepened, sweat formed on his forehead, but his eyes grew even more determined.

He attempted more advanced movements—spinning mid-air, unleashing rapid kicks like lightning. Each strike carried a force so strong that the air itself cracked with sound.

He was becoming one with the wind—a raging storm sweeping across the land, destroying everything in its path.

Through endless practice, he constantly pushed his limits. Every failure deepened his understanding of the technique, and every success brought him closer to mastery.

His legs became stronger, tougher. Each kick now felt powerful enough to tear through space itself, sending waves of energy rippling through the air.

Time passed.

As the last ray of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, Chen Le’an finally stopped.

He stood at the center of the training field, eyes closed, feeling the immense power surging within him. A sense of pride and satisfaction filled his heart.

In just one day, he had reached the third layer of Qi Refinement—the same level as before.

But now, he had hit a bottleneck.

Chen Le’an frowned.

He had thought he was a natural body cultivation genius. But in reality, his fast progress was likely due to his existing Qi Refinement level.

Now, to break through, he needed something more.

He had no pills.

Not even a single spiritual herb.

Chen Le’an sighed in frustration.

Wait—

His eyes suddenly lit up.