As He Yiming watched, the growth rate of the spirit grass seed skyrocketed by a factor of ten, spreading vitality into the surrounding soil at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"With this acceleration, a seed that would normally take a month to sprout can now germinate in just three days!" He Yiming estimated, his heart filled with awe.
This kind of enhancement was only possible with a peerless technique like the Azure Emperor Longevity Body.
"One hundred acres mean one hundred seeds... I can't possibly manage all of them alone."
He Yiming quickly calculated his limits. At best, he could accelerate the germination of ten to fifteen seeds. To cover all 100 acres, it would take at least ten days.
"I'll give it a try!" Niu Roumian, inspired by He Yiming's demonstration, couldn't wait to test it himself.
With great effort, Niu Roumian managed to squeeze out a faint trace of azure light from his fingertips, which trickled into the soil.
"Hey, Sect Leader, how long will it take to sprout with my effort?"
"Twenty-nine days and twenty-three hours," He Yiming replied nonchalantly.
"What the heck? All that effort, and I only saved one hour?" Niu Roumian wanted to cry.
He Yiming continued to explain:
"Besides personal cultivation, you can also try using miraculous items or substances rich in spiritual energy to accelerate the process."
"Good luck, disciples!"
With a faint smile, He Yiming turned and left.
"Killing monsters might allow these players to find exploits and shortcuts, but farming? That's a different story."
"It looks like I'll have to handle this myself after all."
Back in the main hall, He Yiming settled into meditation.
Thanks to the players' relentless efforts, his Fortune Points had reached over 800, just enough for his next breakthrough.
With a decisive move, He Yiming spent 500 Fortune Points, initiating his advance to the late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm.
Massive currents of spiritual energy surged through his body as He Yiming activated the Azure Emperor Longevity Body, drawing the power inward.
"Now what?" Niu Roumian asked the gathered players.
"What else? Think of something! There's no way we're waiting a whole month!" another player shouted.
The players quickly began brainstorming.
"I'll try the blood sacrifice method!" One player dramatically sliced his wrist, letting his blood drip onto the soil.
"We need fertilizer! Natural compost should work. Let me gather some leaves and burn them into ash!" another chimed in, taking a more scientific approach.
"No, no. This requires divine intervention. Watch my Dance of Fertility!" a jokester began performing an awkward, improvised ritual dance.
After an hour of futile attempts, nothing worked.
Digging up the seeds revealed that none of the absurd methods had made any difference.
"Based on my farming experience... perhaps the dung of War Camel Beasts could act as an effective fertilizer," suggested Farm Master, a player with real-world agricultural knowledge.
"...You mean we have to use their poop?"
The players looked at each other, visibly hesitant.
It did make sense. Even on Blue Water Star, animal manure was widely used as organic fertilizer.
"I understand now!"
Niu Roumian's eyes lit up as he sprinted downhill.
"What the heck?"
The others quickly caught on and bolted after him.
The Poop Rush
"Hey, back off! I found this pile first!"
"No way! These two are mine!"
"All the poop here belongs to me!"
Dozens of players scrambled to collect War Camel Beast droppings, fighting over every pile they found.
Meanwhile, some players stood by in disbelief.
"This game is about cultivating immortality, right? Why does this feel like a farming simulator?"
"Niu Roumian is incredible. The guy doesn't hesitate, even when it comes to grabbing poop!"
"Wait, are you all seriously doing this?!"
Many players couldn't bring themselves to join the madness.
They had signed up for a cultivation RPG, not a quest to become literal fertilizer farmers.
"I'm out. I'd rather keep fighting monsters!"
"National Ice Mage" decided to abandon the task entirely, choosing to farm War Camel Beasts instead. Others like Wang Lufei followed suit, deciding to bide their time.
This divided the players into two camps:
Poop Collectors, who stayed behind to experiment.
Monster Hunters, who opted for a less degrading alternative.
Back at the Fields
"I got it!" Niu Roumian returned triumphantly, carrying a large sack filled to the brim with War Camel Beast dung.
Farm Master took charge, spreading the manure around one of the planted seeds. After a few moments, he gasped in excitement.
"It's working!"
The seed began to respond, its tendrils extending slightly as it absorbed the nutrients. Its growth rate noticeably increased.
"At this pace, it should sprout in about 24 or 25 days," Farm Master calculated.
"What?! All that, and it only sped up by four or five days?"
Niu Roumian nearly collapsed.
"If we could refine the manure—extract its essential nutrients—then maybe we could dramatically shorten the time," Farm Master speculated.
"Unfortunately, without proper tools or equipment, I can't do that here."
A Wild Suggestion
"Then let's refine the poop!" Niu Roumian suddenly proposed.
"...What?"
Farm Master stared at him, utterly baffled.
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