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189: Lin Lingshan’s ExpectationsEarly the next morning, before the sky was fully bright, only a hint of fish-belly white peeked through the eastern horizon. Thin morning mist covered the tranquil Lin Family Village like a light veil.

Lin Jingyu, looking slightly tired but with clear eyes, stepped out from it. He took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, and the Mental Energy consumed by a night of Alchemy and fertilizer refining seemed to ease slightly.

His robes still carried a faint, peculiar fragrance, a blend of plant ash and various spiritual materials. This scent was not unpleasant; instead, it carried a unique charm, a fusion of rich earth and plant essence.

Behind him, Ling Kuang carefully carried several heavy clay pots. The mouths of the pots were temporarily sealed with bright yellow Spiritual Talismans, but wisps of an indescribably clear and fragrant aroma still stubbornly escaped, drawing attention.

Lin Lingshan, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately greeted him. The usually steady Family Head could not hide his eagerness and curiosity at this moment.

His gaze fixed intently on the seemingly rustic but faintly glowing clay pots, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible tension:

”Jingyu, you... your face is a bit pale. Is this... is this the ’treasure’ you mentioned before, the one that can enrich the soil and fertilize the fields? Is it really refined?”

Ever since he learned what Lin Jingyu was going to refine, he had tossed and turned all night, both worried about Lin Jingyu’s overwork and filled with anticipation for the legendary spiritual fertilizer.

This was not just to fulfill the promise he had made to the clansmen; more importantly, spiritual rice was the Lin Family’s most crucial source of income.

If production could increase, it would be like adding wings to a tiger for the Lin Family.

Lin Jingyu turned around, the morning light outlining the profile of his young yet resolute face.

He smiled slightly, feeling no fatigue thanks to his powerful Mental Energy.

He patted one of the clay pots, producing a dull, solid sound:

”Uncle Lingshan, thank you for your concern. This is indeed the ’multi-spirit powder.’ With this meticulously nourishing the spiritual fields, the soil’s vitality will greatly increase within half a month.

The growth, yield, and even the Spiritual Qi quality contained within the spiritual plants can all be expected to improve.”

He paused, his tone carrying a convincing certainty:

”If used consistently year after year, subtly, it even has the potential to slowly raise the grade and Foundation of the spiritual fields themselves.”

”It... it actually has such Divine Power?”

Upon hearing this, Lin Lingshan gasped, his tiger eyes flashing with brilliance, and his heart pounded.

Spiritual fields are the Family’s Foundation, and the quality of the harvest directly relates to the food supply for all Cultivators in the clan and the most important stable source of wealth! If this item was truly as Lin Jingyu described, its value would be immeasurable.

He couldn’t help but recall the promise Lin Jingyu made yesterday to reassure everyone, thinking it was merely a temporary measure to boost morale. He never expected that after just one night, it would actually become a reality.

This surprise came too quickly and too intensely, making him somewhat disbelieving for a moment.

”Haha! Excellent! Let’s go! Quickly, let’s try it in the fields!”

Uncle Lingkuang, who was the most impatient, could no longer hold back upon hearing this. With his large, fan-like hand, he grabbed a pot of multi-spirit powder and was about to rush to the nearest spiritual field.

He was so eager, as if the spiritual fertilizer’s effect would fly away if he was a step too slow.

”Uncle Lingkuang, wait!”

Lin Jingyu quickly called out to him, both exasperated and amused:

”This item is condensed from the essence of many spiritual materials, and its spiritual power is quite potent. It cannot be applied directly.

It must first be mixed with twenty times its amount of fully decomposed and sun-dried ordinary plant ash, stirred extremely evenly, and then left to ferment in a cool place for half a month.

Only when its medicinal properties are gentle and mellow, no longer scorching, can it be evenly scattered into the spiritual fields using a special technique. If used directly, not only will it be ineffective, but it might also scorch the roots of the spiritual plants and ruin the harvest.”

”Oh, oh! Look at my impatience!”

Uncle Lingkuang’s old face flushed red. He awkwardly put down the clay pot and scratched his head in embarrassment:

”I almost ruined Jingyu’s important matter, damn me, damn me!”

Only then did he notice the flickering Spiritual Talisman on the mouth of the pot, secretly scolding himself for being muddled.

Lin Lingshan also suddenly realized, secretly feeling ashamed that he too had lost his composure due to excessive excitement.

He immediately took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and gave a solemn command, his voice regaining the Family Head’s authority and clarity:

”Ling Kuang, gather all available hands to collect plant ash. Assemble in the plaza in front of the ancestral hall to prepare for mixing the spiritual fertilizer!

Notify all clansmen responsible for cultivating the spiritual fields, young and old, to come quickly and observe and learn! This is a major Family matter, there must be no mistakes!”

With the Family Head’s command, Lin Family Village, which had been peacefully sleeping in the morning mist, instantly began to operate at high speed like a precisely wound machine.

The news spread like winged spiritual sparrows, quickly reaching every corner of the village.

”Wake up quickly! The Family Head has refined divine fertilizer with that Magic Treasure!”

”Really? Are you talking about the Magic Treasure that can increase spiritual field production?”

”It must be true! This was agreed upon earlier.”

”Divine fertilizer that can increase production... Heavens, if it’s true, will we all be able to eat our fill of spiritual rice in the future?”

Curiosity, anticipation, disbelief, ecstasy... all sorts of emotions intertwined and spread among the clansmen.

Whether it was the women already busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen, or the Cultivators exercising and absorbing the morning light in the courtyard.

Or even the children who had just been pulled out of bed by their parents, all put down what they were doing and, with various feelings, flocked towards the plaza in front of the ancestral hall.

Soon, the spacious plaza in front of the ancestral hall, paved with bluestone slabs, was bustling with people.

In the center of the plaza, someone had already been ordered to pile up a small mountain of high-quality, well-rotted plant ash, dark gray in color and fine in texture.

The air was filled with the dry, smoky, unique scent of plant ash.

Under the burning gaze of the crowd, Lin Jingyu walked to the pile of ash.

His expression was calm, and with a faint flash of spiritual light on his fingertip, he unsealed the Spiritual Talisman on the mouth of the clay pot.

Immediately, a richer, more peculiar fragrance wafted out. The scent was like the essence of a hundred herbs, yet also carried the richness of the earth, and subtly, an elusive spiritual charm that invigorated those nearby.

He personally used a jade spoon to carefully scoop out the grayish-white multi-spirit powder from the pot. The powder was extremely fine, and in the brightening morning light, it emitted a very faint, pearl-like lustrous glow, clearly not an ordinary substance.

”Everyone.”

Lin Jingyu’s clear voice rang out in the plaza, overriding the subtle murmurs.

”This is multi-spirit powder. It is not easy to refine and was created by the Family Head using a special Magic Treasure.

It can increase the yield of spiritual fields! Today, I will demonstrate its usage to everyone. I hope you all watch carefully and remember the key points.”

As he spoke, he began to demonstrate.

He mixed the multi-spirit powder with a large amount of plant ash according to the strict proportions he mentioned. Then, Uncle Lingkuang, along with several core clansmen, personally took over, using specially made wide wooden shovels to vigorously and evenly stir and turn the mixture repeatedly.