Summit Farmer

Peter Brown’s residence was not a cave dwelling, but a rather nice courtyard. One look was enough to tell that it was a refined house, with dedicated areas for rest, kitchen, cultivation, and hosting guests. There was even a courtyard from which the entire mountain’s surroundings could be seen at a glance.

While sitting cross-legged in the courtyard and looking down the mountain, Peter saw the vibrant and lively Spirit Fields below. He also glanced at the respectful chore disciples standing before him, realizing that from now on, he was considered a formal disciple of the academy.

Peter couldn’t help but sigh at the privileges enjoyed by formal disciples of the academy. Even a regular disciple held such power and influence; he could only imagine the lifestyle of those with a higher status.

Adjusting his emotions, Peter looked at the chore disciples and asked, "Who was in charge of you before?"

"Your Lordship, there are a hundred chore disciples here, overseen by ten team leaders. The Spirit Fields are divided into ten sections, with one team responsible for each section."

A young man with a sturdy build reported to Peter.

When Peter looked at him, he noticed that he was at the peak of the Qi Refining Second Layer, his cultivation standing out among the others. Looking at his spiritual roots, he discovered they were of lower-grade Earth attribute.

"What’s your name?"

"My name is Sky White."

"Tell me about the Spirit Fields. What exactly is planted there?"

"My Lord, there are ten Spirit Fields in total. Two of them are planted with Spiritual Grain, which the academy requires. We must grow Spiritual Grain to pay our dues to the academy, and we also need it for food."