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Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Golden Finger

In the following days, Fang Yun diligently stayed within the cave, carefully circulating the Mana within his body, allowing it to slowly pass through his injured ridians to heal them.

The rest of the ti, he would take out the Chang Chun Skill and read through it.

He familiarized himself with the various mysteries of this Cultivation Technique.

At the sa ti, he deeply studied the three Spells that ca with this Cultivation Technique.

One of these Spells was the Earth Power Skills, which could mobilize the Spiritual Energy within the earth to aid in the cultivation of crops.

This Spell was the foundational technique for cultivating a spirit field, with relatively low requirents – one only needed to reach the first layer of Qi Cultivation to practice it.

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Unfortunately, Fang Yun was still recovering from injuries and was unable to practice it.

The second Spell was the Spirit Rain Skill, capable of condensing a cloud and then forming spirit water, mainly used for watering crops.

This Spell demanded a higher level of cultivation; without reaching the second layer of Qi Cultivation, one simply could not perform this Spell.

After all, the Mana within the body was too sparse to execute any Spells.

The third Spell was the Gold Qi Skill, which was the only attack Spell; however, don’t expect to use it against enemies.

Because this Spell was about manipulating Golden Spirit Qi, it was specifically for pest control.

For humans, the lethality of this Spell was far too negligible.

Moreover, to perform this Spell, the Mana requirent was at least the third layer of Qi Cultivation.

Therefore, Fang Yun had to put it out of his mind for the short term.

After familiarizing himself with the Cultivation thod and researching the three Spells, several days passed by quietly.

After a few days of healing, there were signs of improvent in the injuries within Fang Yun’s ridians.

According to the current rate of progress, it was estimated that it would take about a year to fully recover.

By then, Fang Yun would regain his Cultivation to the level of Qi Cultivation layer one.

He could then continue his cultivation practices.

Thinking it would still take a year before he could cultivate, Fang Yun looked at the Spiritual Spring next to him that occasionally emitted a wisp of Spiritual Energy and felt a deep sense of regret. With his ridians currently injured, he couldn’t refine the Spiritual Energy.

He could only watch the Spiritual Energy slowly dissipate into the air, which felt like a trendous waste.

That night, Fang Yun was sound asleep on a small bed in the corner of the cave.

Without knowing when, the sky outside the cave began to flash with lightning and rumble with thunder, followed by a torrential downpour.

At this mont, the sleeping Fang Yun couldn’t help but frown.

An unusual sensation surged within him.

It felt as if he had beco a seed, attempting to break through its hard shell with great effort in such extre weather, then to take root and sprout.

This feeling grew stronger and finally woke Fang Yun from his sleep.

He got up with a frown and went to the entrance of the cave, looking at the terrible storm raging outside.

But after a re glance, Fang Yun no longer paid attention.

He carefully sensed the feeling in his heart and sought the direction from which it originated.

There lay the location of the spirit field.

“Could sothing have happened to the spirit field?”

With this thought, Fang Yun didn’t care about the extre weather outside.

He rushed into the pouring rain and quickly moved above the spirit field.

By this ti, the spirit field had been completely subrged by the swift water flowing down from the mountain top.

However, standing above, Fang Yun could still clearly sense the Spirit Rice Seeds inside the field, those that were striving to break out of their shells.

Yes, it was the Spirit Rice Seeds that he had planted a few days ago that gave him that strong sensation.

“Golden Finger? Or is it an increase in Soul Power due to transmigration?”

Upon realizing that the strong sensation of breaking out of a shell originated from the recently planted Spirit Rice Seeds.

Fang Yun imdiately felt invigorated and beca excited.

For Fang Yun, a transmigrator, this was a long-awaited sensation.

“Regardless of whether it’s a substantial enhancent of Soul Power or the arrival of the Golden Finger, both are extrely advantageous for him.

After all, in the nurous novels he read in his past life, such plot developnts were all too familiar.

However, judging from the current situation, it seems more likely that it’s the Golden Finger.

After all, a significant increase in Soul Power should feel like more than this, like an increase in comprehension, and clearer senses, right?

Thus, Fang Yun didn’t go anywhere, and just stood straight in the heavy rain, quietly waiting for the Spirit Rice Seeds to break through their shells.

After an indeterminate amount of ti, a crisp “crack” sound suddenly echoed in Fang Yun’s mind, followed by a sensation as if a force was released from within, bringing him great relief.

With that “crack,” more and more similar sounds continued, and the oppressive feeling in Fang Yun’s heart gradually vanished.

At that mont, Fang Yun suddenly sensed an ancient scroll appearing in the depths of his consciousness.

The scroll slowly opened, revealing its contents.

Fang Yun

Cultivation: Qi Cultivation Level 1 (Flawed)

Mana: 10

Plant Control: Spirit Rice (63)

Fang Yun looked at the scroll that erged in the depths of his consciousness, then at its contents.

Only then did he realize that his Golden Finger was actually a panel.

This thing is familiar to him. It’s a common feature in transmigration novels. He just never thought he’d one day beco one of the lucky ones.

Taking advantage of the ongoing rain, and unable to enter the spirit field for now, Fang Yun carefully examined the content of the panel.

The content of the panel was actually quite simple: it was his Cultivation and Mana, and the display appeared to be accurate.

Indeed, he was a flawed Qi Cultivation Level 1 practitioner. As for Mana, Fang Yun couldn’t quantify it, but according to the panel, there should be no problem.

As for the controlled plants, they should be the Spirit Rice in the spirit field in front of him.

But the number 63 puzzled Fang Yun. Does it an that only 63 seeds in the spirit field germinated?

He had initially planted a hundred seeds.

The survival rate seems a bit low.

Whether this is true or not, he’ll find out soon; a hundred seeds are easy to count.

At this ti, the sky was gradually brightening, and the heavy rain had stopped at so unknown point, with the excess water in the spirit field slowly flowing down the mountain.

By noon, Fang Yun walked into the spirit field, which had returned to its usual appearance.

Following the sensation, he bent down and gently moved the black soil aside.

The Spirit Rice Seed was revealed.

On the seed, there was a crack.

A tender white sprout carefully erged from within.

Seeing this scene, a smile blood on Fang Yun’s face.

Fang Yun then covered the seed back up with the black soil.

After that, Fang Yun continued pacing in the spirit field, slowly sensing the condition of each Spirit Rice Seed.

He realized that as long as a seed had germinated, he was able to distinctly sense the emotions of the seed, as well as get a general sense of its condition.

It was as if a vague channel of sensation had ford between him and these seeds.

It seems that in addition to the display of the panel, his Golden Finger also possesses other functionalities.

As for those seeds that hadn’t germinated, Fang Yun couldn’t sense them at all.

It’s unclear whether this is because the seeds haven’t germinated yet or if they’re simply dead seeds that won’t germinate.

Nevertheless, with such a Golden Finger to assist, Fang Yun’s future farming endeavors will likely progress very smoothly.

If farming goes well, could there be any problems on his path of cultivation?

According to the information from the panel, it’s quite clear that he ought to follow the path of a Spirit Plant Cultivator.

Fang Yun has no objections to the path chosen for him by the Golden Finger, as it was his professional expertise in his previous life.

Now, it’s just a matter of professional alignnt, so why not embrace it?”

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