I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World - Chapter 3: One Month

One day!

In just a single day, He Song had successfully cast one of the two spells recorded in Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques: the Spirit Rain Technique!

Though it was only an entry-level spell for Spirit Planters, with a very low difficulty level, most Spirit Planters required ten days to half a month to master it enough to cast it effectively.

Yet, he had done it in just a day.

Even though his version of the Spirit Rain Technique only produced a cloud no larger than the palm of his hand, this level of progress left He Song both surprised and delighted.

In his previous life as this body’s predecessor, his progress in spell training had been far slower than it was now.

Could it be that, because of the soul transfer from his transmigration, his soul had grown stronger, allowing him to learn spells at a faster pace?

A flicker of speculation crossed his mind.

As He Song looked down at the Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques in his hands, his gaze shifted slightly, now filled with newfound anticipation.

If that really was the case, then the path of cultivation ahead of him might be far smoother than he had initially imagined!

“First, I need to eat. For the next few days, I’ll focus on mastering these two spells. Once I’ve completely grasped them, I’ll head to Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market and apply to become a Spirit Planter.”

“Only after becoming a Spirit Planter can I truly settle down.”

Setting aside the book, He Song turned to prepare his meal.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, twenty days quietly passed.

Early morning.

Golden sunlight streamed through the window, warming He Song as it illuminated his room. Feeling the gentle warmth, He Song opened his eyes.

“Spirit Arrow Technique!”

A flash of light sparked in He Song’s gaze. With a swift motion of his fingers, he began forming hand seals, channeling the spiritual energy within his body. In no time, a thin beam of spiritual light, as fine as a chopstick, emerged between his fingers.

The light shimmered like the edge of a sword, an arrow of spirit energy condensed from within his body.

With a mere thought, He Song willed the arrow to fly, and it shot out from between his fingers.

Like a mundane arrow, the spiritual light streaked straight ahead. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the wooden floor of his room, leaving behind a deep, bottomless pit in the soil beneath.

Thud

The soft sound of impact echoed, and He Song couldn’t help but marvel at the small, bottomless hole in front of him.

“The power of this… it’s probably on par with a handgun!”

If this were used against a person, it would undoubtedly leave a gaping wound.

Moreover, once the Spirit Arrow Technique was fully mastered, its energy consumption was minimal. It could be cast repeatedly in a short period, making it an ideal spell for pest control in the fields.

While its power might seem modest compared to other combat-oriented spells, it was more than sufficient for its intended purpose.

Satisfied after witnessing the technique’s effectiveness, He Song stood up contentedly.

Now, twenty days had passed since He Song began practicing the Spirit Rain and Spirit Arrow Techniques.

During this time, He Song had initially believed his spell-learning speed far outpaced that of his predecessor.

But after comparing his progress over the twenty days, He Song was forced to acknowledge the truth:

His speed in learning spells was indeed faster than his predecessor’s—but not drastically so.

For a typical cultivator, mastering either the Spirit Rain or Spirit Arrow Techniques to their full, undiminished potential required about half a month of practice.

His predecessor had fallen within this average range.

Now, however, He Song had mastered both spells in just twenty days, reaching a level where they could be cast without any loss in power.

This difference indicated an improvement in his talent for spellcasting, though it remained within a reasonable margin of enhancement.

“It’s probably because I’m a transmigrator and inherited the memories of this body’s former owner, making my soul stronger,” He Song mused silently.

A strong soul indeed provides significant advantages when it comes to cultivating spells.
Even in traditional cultivation arts—alchemy, talisman crafting, artifact forging, and formations—those with stronger souls and sharper perception possess a natural edge in learning and mastering these skills.

However, at this moment, He Song lacked the ability to train in such advanced techniques. He could only theorize about this potential, unable to put it into practice.

After breakfast, He Song gathered all his belongings and stepped outside for the second time since his transmigration.

The morning sunlight brought a faint warmth to his body, easing the lingering tension. Yet, the sight of rows of uniformly constructed, box-like houses before him gave him a slight pang of heaviness in his chest.

But this feeling quickly dissipated.

Clenching his fists and sensing the spiritual energy ready to be unleashed through the Spirit Arrow Technique and Spirit Rain Technique, a faint smile appeared on He Song’s face.

Today, he wasn’t heading out for anything complicated—his sole goal was to apply to become a Spirit Planter under Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

Once he became an official Spirit Planter of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, he would effectively become one of their own.

This change in status would greatly enhance his safety within the market. So long as he didn’t deliberately provoke others, no one would go out of their way to trouble him.

After locking the door behind him, He Song relied on the memories of his predecessor to pick a direction and walked toward the location where Spirit Planters applied for registration.

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The Spirit Herb Pavilion.

When He Song arrived, the pavilion was quiet, with only an elderly man on duty.

The old man was holding a book and reading intently. It wasn’t until he noticed He Song’s presence that he finally set the book down.

“Elder Meng, this junior has mastered the Spirit Rain and Spirit Arrow Techniques and thoroughly studied Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques. I’ve come today to apply to become a Spirit Planter,” He Song said, bowing respectfully.

He addressed himself as “junior” with appropriate humility.

Elder Meng’s full name was Meng Guan, a cultivator at the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Realm. He was one of the managers of the Spirit Herb Pavilion under Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

His responsibilities included recruiting Spirit Planters and distributing seeds for Spirit Rice and Golden Bamboo.

According to the predecessor’s memories, the copy of Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques that He Song owned had been obtained from Meng Guan.

It was Meng Guan who had paved the way for He Song to become a Spirit Planter.

Without his guidance, someone like He Song, at the mere first level of Qi Refinement, would have had little hope of obtaining such a valuable resource.

“So it’s you,” Meng Guan said, nodding slightly after scrutinizing He Song. “Not bad. It’s only been a month, and you’ve already come back. Seems like you haven’t been slacking off in your training. I’m glad my efforts weren’t wasted.”

But then Meng Guan’s tone shifted slightly.

“Now then, show me your full proficiency with the Spirit Rain Technique and Spirit Arrow Technique. If you meet the standard, you’ll officially become a Spirit Planter under the Spirit Herb Pavilion.”

Becoming a Spirit Planter required a formal assessment. Only those who had truly mastered the Spirit Rain and Spirit Arrow Techniques, casting them effectively without diminishing their power, could qualify.

The Spirit Herb Pavilion under Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market wasn’t a charity. Entering its ranks naturally came with a threshold of competency.

“Yes, senior.”

He Song cupped his hands again respectfully. A spark of determination lit up his eyes as he began forming hand seals.

In no time, a sizable rain cloud, large enough to cover several acres of spiritual farmland, condensed overhead.

As the cloud released a gentle, misty drizzle, faint strands of spiritual energy were drawn in from the surroundings. These infused into the rain, seeping into the ground and enriching the soil below.