I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Wood Domain.

Amidst verdant mountains.

A group of female Spirit Farmers sweat as they cultivate Spirit Plants, casting spells for irrigation and using techniques to hasten the plants’ growth.

"We’re about to finish today’s task."

"This year’s harvest is stable, let’s hope nothing unexpected happens."

They farm while chattering among themselves.

"Mu Xi, did you really manage to climb that high?"

"Amazing, no wonder you rejected Mu Hai’s pursuit as a tributor."

"That Mu Hai, known for frugality, is actually poor and stingy. Although he’s honest, he’s not a great catch. No wonder you were stringing him along and then suddenly rejected him—you found someone better."

"Exactly, you’re a flower among us, capable of marrying into a True Immortal family."

"See? I said sisters shouldn’t settle; you deserve better. Wait until the mortals of your generation pass, wait until the seven or eight young men pursuing you die, you lived for 117,000 years, waited 117,000 years, and finally found it."

"Sigh, sister finally found a good match, unlike me. Though I’m over 13,000 years old and in my prime, looking young, it might take another hundred thousand years..."

"Sigh, it all depends on fate. If the other party is stronger than us, who would marry? With similar cultivation, there’d always be scheming, leading to chaos."

The group of good sisters continue chatting.

Though it sounds like ridicule, it’s in fact the truth.

In romance novels, they always spread lies: find someone with similar cultivation, support each other, ascend to immortality together.

In reality, it’s impossible.

When earning resources together, disputes over unequal distribution are inevitable.

Nowadays, reports from specialized forces in the Immortal Realm show: most cases of spousal murder over resources involve cultivators from the same realm.

Might as well go solo.

Generally, in a couple, there’s a large cultivation disparity; one person greatly surpasses the other.

The one noticed enters a wealthy family.

Or marries into a wealthy family.

For instance, these female immortals; if they don’t genuinely find a good match, the best outcome is: staying unmarried for life.

Earn resources for yourself, avoid being backstabbed by the person next to you.

But for this batch, staying unmarried is practically difficult.

The family has contribution quotas.

If your family contribution falls below a certain level, you’ll be forced into arranged marriage within the family’s main line as a concubine, maid, plaything, or breeding tool.

Being born into a wealthy family, they won’t raise you for free.

This batch of them, in order not to marry in, farm like mad to increase the family contribution quotas, yet they are exploited harshly.

"Now, it seems we’ve finally seen the light."

"Indeed, through an illusion realm you found a good husband, no longer trapped here, I’m so envious."

After finishing in the Spirit Field, they return home, chatting while taking the Golden Core.

Instantly.

Each face turning iron-like, a golden glow around their stomach, a faint gleam of gold through their bellies.

In the midst of a hint of pain, they enter the illusion realm.

Soon enough.

Mu Xi leads them into the Spirit Plant Room.

Everyone’s eyes glitter with fascination as they gaze at the Immortal Gourd, its spout dripping Original Spirit Liquid.

This gourd is quite miraculous.

It can refine all sorts of Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, extracting Spirit Liquid.

The grade of Spirit Liquid depends on the level of the treasures.

The sisters keep chirping:

"The Immortal Gourd opened just for you to study alone, while others have a group of True Immortals studying the Yin Yang Creation Furnace together."

"Getting special treatment, your alone time amounts to what a group of True Immortals get? That’s too good!"

Their eyes are full of envy.

That’s a group of True Immortals.

Even among the central lineage of their Immortal Venerable Sect, True Immortals are the core direct lineage disciples.

Incomparable!

This illusion realm treatment is somehow less than what Mu Xi gets?

Such incredible luck is something they normally wouldn’t dare dream of.

"Why would they let a mere Celestial Immortal like you study this Immortal Gourd? They’ve long since thoroughly researched this immortal artifact, like the Yin Yang Creation Furnace. Now they let you study it as a test of your Spirit Farming skills; succeed, and you marry into a wealthy family."

"We’ll help you!"

"Let’s research together."

"Yes, marry into a wealthy family, pass the test, and don’t forget us good sisters in the future."

...

A flock of female immortals chirp with envy towards Mu Xi.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Just then, a knocking sound comes from outside.

"How’s the research going?"

Mudworker, all smiles, comes in with a group of little Spirit Farmers, getting to know the Celestial Immortal sisters, chatting away happily.

The Spirit Farmers are also utterly delighted.

Fraternizing!

Are us farmers finally going to get a Celestial Immortal NPC wife?

In the distance.

Jiucai Rong and Jiumu Qing silently observe the scene.

Jiumu Qing, quite knowledgeable, sneers:

"It’s nothing but a union of interests. That Mu Xi may appear gentle as water, virtuous and gracious, but there’s no love in her eyes."

"She’s just pretending."

Next to her, Jiucai Rong wipes a cold sweat.

This person is so blunt.

"Ahem."

From the shadows, Jiucai Rong, with a serious face, looks at Mu Xi, who wears a gentle facade:

"How long have they known each other? To have love right away would be lovestruck; how could they live to become a Celestial Immortal? They’d have been swindled long ago."

"Let’s be realistic, okay? Love can’t be eaten."

"In the world of cultivation, most are relationships of interest, cultivators are more pragmatic, more focused on their path, more concerned with breaking realms."

"When they see us as high, rich, and handsome, who wouldn’t want to marry over? Who wouldn’t want to be a kept person these days, honestly earning resources to cultivate is just foolish."

Jiucai Rong glances at Night Mad Cultivator beside him.

Night Mad Cultivator: "..."

Why are you looking at me?

I am Night Emperor, remember the fake substitute? The real Night Emperor is still moving bricks, mining, striving for self-reliance, and absolutely will not be a kept man!

Jiucai Rong smiled gleefully, clear-minded about the world:

"I think it’s great now, we tricked them into coming for work, claiming it’s a test, having them help research our Immortal Gourd, strengthening our Spirit Farmer district’s development!"

"They covet us, and we covet them, an all-in-one catch!"

"The smiths have gotten a batch of cheap Tao companions again."

Jiucai Rong laughed:

"If the Spirit Farmer area works out, I plan to expand to other regions, gathering a group of free labor."

"This is much cheaper than those True Immortals, who never listen, and stir up all kinds of research on their own."

"Look, True Immortals aren’t affordable, how can we not pursue obedient, sweet, understanding Celestial sisters?"

Jiumu Qing is somewhat speechless.

They enjoy love, staying engaged in the situation.

They marry seeking support.

But you, vile capitalist, wish to force people to work for you, toiling away their prime, endlessly farming at 996 hours?

It’s no surprise from you.

However, one wonders why those old colleagues of hers have lost their innovative ability.

Otherwise.

Back in ancient Immortal Sects, their Spirit Farmers and smiths, whose talents didn’t surpass these Celestial Immortals?

Would they need to find these Celestial Immortals?

Jiucai Rong cryptically adds:

"Moreover, their love is pure love, it can’t accomplish much."

"But our Manor Master can do many things, our Manor Master can secretly..."

Hiss!

Jiumu Qing doesn’t understand, but is tremendously shocked.

Recently appointed at Sword Casting Manor for a while.

Constantly hearing about their so-called spirit of bulls and the will of green hats, but did it reach this scope?

The Manor Master is like this too?

As the Jiumu race, lacking a gender, yet still feeling so shaken.

And suddenly she feels: being genderless is a blessing; surely they won’t take advantage of a hard lump of metal, right?

Seeing Jiumu Qing’s slight suspicion, Jiucai Rong mystically says: "There’s precedent, our smiths’ wives..."

"Go hang a streetlight yourself," suddenly the stewards’ voices come from afar.

"All right!"

Jiucai Rong bounds away joyfully.

Ning Zheng finds it a bit amusing, watching Jiucai Rong run, thinking of creating a new system to restrain this old slickster.

Others fear social disgrace, yet Jiucai Rong fears it no longer.

Because he...

The streetlights are simply too many!