Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Increased Production 200%

It took nearly a month to comprehend the Mountain Gazing Shadow Retaining Array back then.

Now, two months had passed. The Spirit Plants in the fields had begun to ear. Seeing the autumn harvest approaching day by day, Chen Mo still hadn’t been able to set up this new array.

Since Ban Xiaowei’s departure, Song Yunxi had been busy managing every aspect of the marketplace daily, coordinating with the various shops and the factions behind them. He conducted a massive door-to-door tour of the Spirit Plant Cultivators. For one, it allowed those working under him to recognize their new Pavilion Master. On the other hand, it helped him figure out exactly how many "assets" he had, preventing any confusion when the Grain Collection Officers from Purple Cloud Peak arrived at the end of the year.

The entirety of life for the vast majority of Spirit Plant Cultivators was just farming and cultivation, over and over again. Even if they occasionally visited the marketplace, they wouldn’t dare step into a brothel like the Fragrance Pavilion to indulge their present melancholy.

Chen Mo was the same. During these two months, he couldn’t possibly study the array all day, every day. No matter how much leisure time he had, the hours spent on daily meditation, cultivation, and eating Spirit Rice and Spiritual Food could not be reduced.

Currently, the *Huai Mountain Qi Cultivation Technique* had increased to 72 points, its strength still lying in its absolute stability. The *Cicada Concealment Technique*, on the other hand, had broken through to the Mastery Realm. Now, Chen Mo’s aura had become increasingly difficult to fathom. If he wanted to, he could completely conceal a portion of his strength, tricking others into thinking he was merely at the Qi Refining Third Layer.

As for the *Poison Relief Technique*? He was currently missing one medicinal ingredient to brew the required potion. Although its realm had increased, it didn’t yet possess any practical combat capabilities.

Currently, the only thing Chen Mo genuinely looked forward to was the magic he had grasped from the very beginning, yet hadn’t managed to break through until now—the Rainfall Technique!

Standing in the Spirit Field, he slightly raised his hand. A dark cloud instantly condensed in the sky. Before long, a light, PATTERING rain began to fall. He controlled the cloud, sweeping it from far to near. It took the time it takes an incense stick to burn to complete this session of rainfall.

"Even at the Great Success Stage, the Rainfall Technique only covers a two-acre radius." Chen Mo shook his head in slight dissatisfaction.

He then opened the interface, his gaze lingering on [Increased Production].

[Increased Production (Orange): Absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi into the Cloud Formation and Rainfall Skill to increase Spirit Plant yield. This talent can be integrated into magic such as the Rainfall Technique, increasing Spirit Field yield by 200% (Can only be integrated when the Rainfall Technique reaches the Proficient Realm).]

Three times the original yield!

As his magic improved day by day, Chen Mo became increasingly aware of the terrifying power brought by this planting talent. It was fine if it was just Spirit Yellow Rice; a 200% yield increase merely meant some extra Spiritual Sand and Spirit Stones. But what if he used this talent to grow rare Spirit Plants? It would be hard not to cause a massive sensation!

"Rainfall Technique... Rainfall Technique," Chen Mo muttered.

This was nothing more than the most basic magic, and Cloud Formation and Rainfall magic was far from being the only one of its kind! As far as he knew, magic like *Raising Storms* and *Rain Prayer* could spread over tens of miles in a single cast. If he could integrate the [Increased Production] talent into such magic, the total yield of the entire White Snake Marketplace would likely quadruple!

Of course, the prerequisite was that all of that land belonged to him.

One month after the talent upgrade. The autumn air was crisp and clear.

Chen Mo welcomed his first harvest season since coming to the White Snake Marketplace. Viewed from the outside, the twenty acres of Spirit Fields were a sea of golden yellow. Each stalk of Spirit Yellow Rice was plump with grain, swaying back and forth in the autumn breeze. It was a stunning sight.

However, stepping inside the array revealed an entirely different scene.

The five acres of Giant Bone Spirit Rice looked fairly normal. Its plants were inherently tall and sturdy, and combined with its naturally low yield, there wasn’t a very noticeable visual change. The ten acres of Spirit Yellow Rice, however, had nearly lodged completely. The highest grain ears were slumped heavily on the ground; if they weren’t harvested soon, the nutrient supply likely wouldn’t keep up.

As for the final five acres of Successor Rice? Whether it was due to its poor quality or not, its life force had become extremely tenacious. The yield of 1,200 catties per acre had directly crushed the plants into the dirt, but even though they were forced to grow horizontally, there was no sign of withering.

With the arrival of the harvest season, Chen Mo and Kang once again shouldered their sickles and headed down to the fields.

They spent half a day harvesting the five acres of Giant Bone Spirit Rice, yielding less than 400 catties. Spending another day, they piled 6,000 catties of Spirit Yellow Rice from the ten acres behind the house. It formed an entire small mountain, completely blocking Chen Mo’s house from view. Finally, it took them the better part of another day to harvest the Successor Rice that had completely collapsed into the earth.

Another 6,000 catties! Another small mountain!

With all this grain, Chen Mo made up his mind to buy a pig, a cow, and three or four sheep the following year. This Successor Rice would be just about enough to feed them. Farming, after all, was a process of gradual accumulation. If the scale expanded any further, it would likely end up delaying his cultivation. Ultimately, no matter how much he grew, the crops still needed to be converted into Spirit Stones, and the final goal of obtaining Spirit Stones was precisely for his cultivation!

After storing 2,000 catties of Spirit Rice in his Storage Space, the next step was to cultivate while waiting for the Grain Collection Officer to arrive.

Having busied himself for an entire year, he finally didn’t have to tend to the Spirit Plants in the fields for these next few days. Chen Mo took out the Silence Array to study it once again.

"Two Low Grade Spirit Stones can serve as the Array Hub, supplemented by a bit of Spiritual Sand around it..."

He pondered. At this moment, he vaguely felt a sense of proximity, as if the answer was right beside him—as long as he broke through that final thin veil, he could grasp it!

Sitting cross-legged, his thoughts gradually entered meditation. Chen Mo felt he had entered a highly marvelous state. Time seemed to no longer exist, and neither did space. Before his eyes was only fluctuating Spiritual Qi, along with the Array Formation Technique playing out over and over in his mind.

The sun rose and set.

Sitting there, he lost all track of time. Long accustomed to the arduous cultivation of meditation, Chen Mo’s body had developed a muscle memory that naturally dispelled his fatigue at all times.

When a rooster’s crow pierced the long night, Chen Mo abruptly opened his eyes!

Three months. A full three months!

He finally understood!

Impatiently rushing out of his door, he clutched two Low Grade Spirit Stones in his hands. Stepping out the pattern of the Seven Stars, he moved gracefully around the perimeter of his house. A moment later, he located the two Array Hubs.

After the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Spiritual Qi suddenly surged beneath Chen Mo’s feet! The next moment, a temperature completely unlike the autumn chill gradually rose in the air.

"It’s done! I’ve done it!"

Just as when he had set up the Grass Killing Array back then, Chen Mo jumped up in wild excitement. He had experienced the joy of harvest, and he had enjoyed the thrill of a talent upgrade, but compared to this moment, those past pleasures couldn’t even compare! This was an array he had mastered entirely through his own hard work and comprehension, without relying on any external force.

After the profound joy faded, Chen Mo quickly regained his composure. He laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "It seems I’m not completely useless. I have a bit of talent after all."

Of course, if Song Yunxi heard those words, he would definitely be the first to object. In his eyes, the mere ability to persist in such grueling cultivation was an incredible feat in itself! Even at Purple Cloud Peak, there were very few who spent the entire year meditating and cultivating quite like Chen Mo did!

Hard work makes up for a lack of natural talent—perhaps this was exactly what that meant!

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