The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 20 Harvesting Cloud Fragrant Rice

At this point, the soil was already peacefully supporting a field of light aquamarine rice. She casually broke off a few grains and saw the full kernels inside.

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Ning Xiaoxian first took out a yellow small brocade bag and quietly recited a spell. The fullest rice grains in the field then detached themselves from the stalks, assembling in the air before slithering into the brocade bag like a long snake.

These grains would be the seeds for the next batch of Cloud Fragrant Rice, totaling one stone in quantity, which should be sufficient.

After that, she took out a purple small brocade bag and placed it on the ground, whispering the spell.

Detach! Harvest!

A more spectacular scene unfolded as large swathes of ripe rice lifted from their stalks, joining the ranks of a whirlwind, vast and mighty, like a light aquamarine dragon rolling freely in the air before rushing into the purple small brocade bag, all at once. Wow, it gave off the same imposing vibe as the Lamp God charging back into Aladdin's Lamp!

What fluttered in the air were the husks of the grains shed in flight, finally settling peacefully on the soil transformed into farmland, laying a faint aqua layer on the pale yellow ground. She blinked and, inexplicably, thought of the matcha mousse she used to enjoy a lot.

She bent down and gently patted the soil, "Alright, little guy, you've worked hard."

The soil moved cheerfully, suddenly shaking its body.

Ah, how to describe it? Like someone grabbing a carpet and giving it a shake, then pulling its four corners towards the center.

That's exactly what the soil was doing: "packing" itself up. The four corners of this field were lifted high and brought toward the center. As the corners touched each other, they rapidly merged into one.

The Cloud Fragrant Rice plants, their ears, husks, and roots that once covered the field were now tightly enwrapped in the center of the lump of soil.

Then Ning Xiaoxian watched with eyes wide as the soil shrank visibly, and the items within its transparent body grew smaller and smaller.

Dozens of breaths later, the soil returned to the small thing she first saw, clear, soft, transparent, without a speck of impurity. The floor here was once again pristine white tiles.

She blinked, and then blinked again, "What just happened? Did it just eat all those Cloud Fragrant Rice husks and ears?" It's too magical, a moving field that not only promotes plant growth but also knows to clean up after the harvest! Think about how much physical labor the farmers must expend to clear the plants and till the soil again. This little guy really is the dearest, most helpful ally for mom and dad.

"The soil eats anything." Changtian's curt answer was chilling enough to make her shiver.

Upon further thought, the soil's miraculous functions stemmed from its ability to plunder all energy, then infuse it into plants. This being, whether animal or plant, was actually capable of devouring any material it deemed nutritious. If that's true for straw and husks, then what about birds, beasts, or even humans? It seems it would be quite welcoming of them as well.

She looked down at the ground, clean enough to not have a single grain husk, it sure cherishes food! She suppressed the discomfort in her heart, picked it up, and the soil wriggled frequently in her palm, seeming to be in a very good mood after a big meal.

It wouldn't swallow her finger, would it? She gave a dry laugh, fighting the urge to fling it away, and placed the little guy back into the box.

Actually, if you think about it, doesn't the soil of any world possess such characteristics? It carries all things, nourishes all things, and eventually reclaims all things. It's just that most soils implement this process extremely slowly, not as fiercely as the soil, and they don't look as scary.

"I thought that once soil transformed into land, it wouldn't revert back." Aren't normal farmlands honestly lying on the ground, sticking to the underground route for a hundred years without wavering?

"It's a living thing."

"So what?" Okay, her IQ is low; she doesn't understand too subtle hints.

"After completing its task, reverting to its original form saves a lot of Divine Power," Changtian explained. "Right now, the Divine Power within the soil can allow you to plant Cloud Fragrant Rice three more times. But the harvest you just had is enough for your consumption for a long time. You're about to embark on your Westward journey, and you might encounter more precious seeds, so I suggest you conserve the Divine Power for that time."

He continued: "The spell I taught you has a quick-catalyzing effect, and today's planting was a special case. In the future, when using it on other Heavenly Talent and Earthly Treasures, you can extend the planting time appropriately to save more Divine Power."

She nodded, a question that had been brewing in her heart for a long time finally bursting forth: "Changtian, you are a prisoner, aren't you? How come you know every detail about everything in the God Demon Prison?" His demeanor might look impressive, but at the end of the day, he is still a convict, so how could he know so much? In TV dramas, to understand the layout of prisons, prisoners would have to go to great lengths, scrambling around. Yet Changtian is confined deep within the God Demon Prison as an extremely serious offender; how is it that he has such a thorough grasp of the God Demon Prison? Surely, dealing with that Fierce Beast that was brought in was also his doing.

"Hmph!" he said coldly, "Do you think I did nothing in these 30,000 years?" It seems her question hit right where he prides himself; Changtian rarely bothers to explain to her.

What she understood from what was explained and pieced together was this:

After the previous owner closed this place, there were no outsiders stepping foot in the prison again. The God Demon Prison itself can only operate by relying on Changtian's Divine Power and, over time, has developed a dependency on him throughout the long years. Magic Artifacts all have some spirituality, how much more so a supreme treasure like the God Demon Prison? It instinctively knows that without its master, it can only continue to exist as long as Changtian is in command.

Of course, according to Ning Xiaoxian's own understanding, the God Demon Prison depends on him, uses his resources, and will still need him in the future; how could it not treat him a bit better?

Changtian is such a shrewd person; seizing this opportunity, he tried every means to subdue the God Demon Prison. After thousands of years of tireless effort, he turned this great prison into a Magic Artifact at his beck and call.

"That's not right?" She listened and caught a loophole, "Then why are you still wearing the Dragon Binding Rope and Demon Transformation Spring?" Was he abusing himself for fun? So, he had such a quirk; should she stay away from him in the future?

"Both of these are Magic Artifacts left by that person; to increase their power, he even tore off several strands of his own Divine Soul and merged them within. Therefore, I cannot subdue these two items," he explained.