Chapter 148
Ancient Shu.
Xituo Commandery, Zeng Family Town.
Fang Yixin wore a bamboo hat and a straw rain cape, sleeves rolled up high as he worked with practiced ease in the spirit fields, harvesting the crop while cursing inwardly.
‘This damned rain has poured for three whole months. If not for the array protecting the fields, the spirit seedlings would have drowned long ago.’
Ever since that ugly crow cry sounded in the night, heavy rain had fallen without pause for three months straight, leaving the common folk miserable beyond words.
Cultivators fared slightly better. The Zeng Family kept their spirit fields shielded by arrays and held on until harvest time, then immediately mobilized everyone to rush the reaping.
After all, maintaining an array also consumed vast amounts of spiritual materials. Time waited for no one.
Fang Yixin had overheard other cultivators chatting and guessed that some great figure must have perished, causing this unnatural heavenly phenomenon. He did not dare voice any curses aloud and could only grumble inside his heart.
When the last of the spirit rice was finally gathered, his hands were covered in countless tiny cuts despite the protective layer of mana.