The Eternal Farmer: I Trade My Harvest for Immortality

The group of disciples was still a distance away in the snow, but they were already waving their arms, shouting enthusiastic greetings over the howling wind.

When they finally trudged into the courtyard, their breath puffing white in the freezing air, Jiang Chen stepped out to meet them.

“Long time no see, everyone!” he called out with a warm smile.

Wu Guangman, the burly leader of the Earth Spirit Root team, stepped forward. His face crinkled into an eager, fawning grin. “Senior Brother Jiang! As soon as we heard it was you breaking ground on new fields, we dropped everything and came immediately.”

Reclaiming wasteland to expand a Spirit Farm usually involved two paths.

You could wait for the Immortal Sect to assign a mission, in which case the sect’s official Earth Vein teams would handle it. Or, you could spend your own money and hire a team privately.

Generally, the sect only dispatched teams for official rewards. If a cultivator wanted to change locations or expand their private holdings, they had to go to the Earth Vein Department and pay Spirit Stones out of pocket.

This time, Lin An had personally scoured the department, asking team after team.

At first, most had flatly refused. Breaking ground in the dead of winter was brutal work; the soil was frozen solid, and the earth qi was biting.