A glorious triumph unfolds a magnificent journey; Shen Yi's heroic name echoes across the immortal realms.

Shen Yi's tiger-mouth (the web of his thumb and forefinger) went numb with shock, and the residual sap of the phoenix-wood was dripping down between his fingers.

A bizarre heartbeat echoing from the depths of the earth's veins made his temples throb violently, and the system interface suddenly exploded with a crimson warning across his retinas: [Warning! The earth vein pollution source is proliferating.]

"Gao Yao! Take some men to seal off the earthquake-position spirit spring!" he roared with the veins on his neck bulging, and backhanded out three candied plums.

The hidden weapon wrapped in spiritual energy exploded into a purple mist in mid-air, temporarily enveloping Night Shadow's bone saber that was exuding black flames.

Elder Xuanfeng's horsetail whisk swept across the southeast sky, but the faint blue dots of light scattered and reassembled like living creatures.

The gauze Ling Yun was using to bandage Hao Yu suddenly oozed bloodstains, and the young physician's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably: "Senior Brother Shen, those blue lights are absorbing the spiritual Qi escaping from the wounds!"

A hoarse laugh spilled from beneath Night Shadow's fractured facial armor, and his tattered cloak suddenly surged three zhang, enveloping more than a dozen immortal sect disciples into the churning black fog.

Gao Yao's Frost Moon Sword traced an ice-crystal trajectory in mid-air, but the rabbit on her sword tassel made a crisp "crack" sound—a crack appeared on the jade-carved rabbit ears.

"Catch!" Shen Yi tossed out a cyan-jade gourd, but his own shoulder was slashed by the bone saber due to his momentary distraction.

The container filled with century-old spirit spring drew an arc in the air. The moment Hao Yu leaped up to catch it, Night Shadow's bone saber suddenly changed direction and stabbed towards the young man's back.

"Clang—"

The instant the Frost Moon Sword collided with the bone saber, the silk ribbon binding Gao Yao's hair was severed by demonic energy.

Her ink-black hair scattered over her blood-stained battle armor, and the droplet of blood overflowing from the corner of her lips froze into ice crystals on the blade: "Take the wounded and retreat to the spiritual field barrier!"

Shen Yi seized the opportunity to press his palm against the scorched earth, and the eighty-one kinds of spiritual plant seeds accumulated in his system inventory surged frantically.

He could clearly feel that the filth within the earth's veins was mimicking the purification frequency of the phoenix wood, just like a viper mimicking the rustling sound of vegetation growth.

"Shen Yi!" Gao Yao suddenly shouted harshly.

He tilted his head to avoid the oncoming demonic energy, only to find a purple-striped centipede crawling out of the gap in Night Shadow's fractured facial armor.

The venomous insect was frantically devouring the incantations on the facial armor, and with every bite, the demonic flames around Night Shadow surged by three parts.

Elder Xuanfeng's voice transmission suddenly exploded in everyone's sea of consciousness: "He is sacrificing his natal Gu! In thirty breaths, the demonic energy will—"

"Twenty breaths will be enough." Shen Yi suddenly laughed, his blood-stained teeth dazzlingly white amidst the smoke and dust.

His right hand continued to channel spiritual energy into the earth's veins, while his left hand groped into his bosom for an oil-paper parcel, which unexpectedly contained the moonlight grass left over from weaving the flower crown for Gao Yao this morning.

The system prompt sounded cheerfully: [Moonlight grass x1 detected, activate the 'Planting the Moon' novice grand gift package?]

Night Shadow's bone saber emitted a sharp scream, and all the faint blue light dots in the demonic cloud converged into a giant net and pressed down.

Ling Yun, who was about to feed medicine to the wounded, suddenly staggered and grabbed the medicine chest, and the healer's jade ring on her wrist snapped in two with a "pop".

"Shen Yi!" Gao Yao's voice was already hoarse as she slashed through the third wave of demonic energy, watching the man of her heart crush the moonlight grass with his bare hands as the emerald-green juice mixed with blood seeped into the scorched earth.

The purified spiritual fields suddenly took on a pearl-like luster, and translucent ears of rice broke through the soil one after another.

Night Shadow finally realized something, and his bone saber turned direction, stabbing straight at Shen Yi's heart.

The moment Hao Yu swung his medicine pestle to parry, Shen Yi heard an unbearable "creak" coming from his own ribs.

The spiritual plants accumulated in the system inventory for three years suddenly began to spontaneously combust, and a burning pain scorched through his meridians and into his Dantian.

"Are you out of your mind!" Gao Yao's sword light cleaved through the demonic energy barrier, only to find silver light dust beginning to drift around Shen Yi's entire body.

Those light spots fell into the spiritual field and bloomed into lily-of-the-valley-shaped flowers, and the moment Night Shadow's cloak touched the pistils, it was burned into holes.

Shen Yi licked away the blood splashing onto his lips, fiercely jabbing at the system prompt box in his sea of consciousness.

That damned option of [Overdraw a thousand years of cultivation base to unlock hidden functions?] was flashing frantically. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the crack appearing on Gao Yao's ice-crystal hairpin—just like the night three years ago when she blocked a poisoned arrow for him.

The heartbeat from the depths of the earth's veins suddenly stagnated, and the Gu insect from Night Shadow's completed sacrifice let out a triumphant hiss.

Shen Yi looked at Elder Xuanfeng's horsetail whisk entangled by demonic energy chains, listening to Ling Yun's tearful efforts to stop Hao Yu's bleeding, and finally hovered his fingertip over the confirmation button.

Gao Yao's Frost Moon Sword suddenly emitted a clear, resonant cry, its blade reflecting Shen Yi's face, blurred by blood and dirt yet still smiling.

The last thing he saw was half a pair of mandarin-duck jade pendants hidden inside Gao Yao's sleeve, which had been torn by demonic energy—a token she hadn't managed to give him yet.

Shen Yi pressed his fingertip heavily onto the confirmation button, and a crisp sound like shattering glazed glass suddenly came from his Dantian.

Eight hundred mu of spiritual fields simultaneously erupted with moon-white brilliance, and countless silver threads burst out from the holes in Night Shadow's cloak, grinding his fragmented facial armor into dust.

"This is... the materialization of Dao patterns?" Elder Xuanfeng's horsetail whisk dropped to the ground with a thump, watching the silver patterns circulating around the young man tear the giant demonic net into fireflies.

Hao Yu wiped away the blood blinding his eyes, and suddenly discovered that the cyan-jade gourd in his hand was vibrating frantically.

Night Shadow let out an inhuman roar, his bone saber shattering inch by inch amidst a foul-smelling rain of blood.

Shen Yi stepped upon the churning rice waves and rose into the air, the moonlight condensed in his right-hand void forming the shape of a sickle, sweeping across the enemy camp like a harvest.

Those demonic cultivators swept by the silver light suddenly began to frantically scratch at their throats, with tender green rice shoots sprouting from between their fingers.

Ling Yun's medicine chest popped open with a "bang", and nine golden needles automatically plunged into the major acupoints across Shen Yi's body.

The young physician's hand was still pressed against Hao Yu's bleeding bandage, but her voice trembled with excitement: "He is using the vitality fed back by the spiritual plants to reshape his meridians!"

"Trying to run?" Shen Yi coughed up blood and laughed, his left-hand five fingers suddenly closing inward.

Just as Night Shadow was about to transform into black fog and escape, his ankles were suddenly entangled by vines springing from the ground—those vines actually bore candied plums, and the bursting acidic mist corroded the demonic energy with a sizzling sound.

Gao Yao's Frost Moon Sword suddenly slipped from her grasp, shattering into three hundred pieces of ice crystals in mid-air.

Every single piece reflected Shen Yi's blood-stained figure, forming a cage that completely sealed off Night Shadow.

Elder Xuanfeng finally snapped back to his senses, biting the tip of his tongue to draw a vermilion-gold talisman in the void: "By the power of Heaven and Earth, bind the demon!"

When the last wisp of demonic energy was swallowed by the moonlight grass, Shen Yi staggered and fell into a familiar, cold fragrance.

Gao Yao's battle armor pressed painfully against his wounds, yet it was nothing compared to the surging sour ache in his heart: "What are you crying for... Aren't I... still able to weave ten more flower crowns for you..."

"Who wants your lousy flower crown!" The usually dignified immortal fairy actually swore, her trembling fingertips nevertheless shaping a healing spell into the form of a butterfly.

Ling Yun's golden needles emitted a zither-string-like hum inside Shen Yi's body, temporarily sewing the scattered spiritual energy into a net.

Hao Yu limped over, his blood-stained palm unfolding to reveal half a mandarin-duck jade pendant: "Brother Shen, when did you prepare this betroth—ouch!" Before he could finish, Ling Yun stuffed his mouth with a bandage.

Night Shadow's primordial spirit was imprisoned in a cage carved from phoenix wood. Elder Xuanfeng stared at those circulating silver Dao patterns, suddenly recalling a tattered volume in the scripture pavilion.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to inquire, he saw Shen Yi struggling to sit up straight, condensing a moonlight grass at his fingertips and pressing it against the cage pillar.

"Bone-corroding curse?" Gao Yao saw the black lines entrenched within Night Shadow's primordial spirit clearly, and the fragments of the Frost Moon Sword immediately formed an ice mirror.

Shen Yi muffled a groan as he poured spiritual energy into the grass leaves, suddenly turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Hao Yu: "Where are the sour apricots I asked you to pickle this morning?"

When the sugar-frosted preserved fruit struck the center of Night Shadow's brow, the demonic cultivator let out a piercing wail.

Elder Xuanfeng looked at the ice crystals melting along with the incantations, and suddenly realized that Shen Yi had long since figured out the principle of demonic energy and spiritual plants restraining each other—those seemingly mischievous snacks were all medicinal guides used to crack the taboo.

"The Demon Realm has massed thirty thousand troops at the Eclipse Moon Abyss, and will launch the 'Blood Moon Eclipses the Sky' plan seven days from now." Shen Yi wiped the cracks on Gao Yao's sword tassel, suddenly pulling a blood-colored jade slip from Night Shadow's dissipating primordial spirit. "However, they probably didn't expect..."

Ling Yun's medicine pestle suddenly emitted a hum, and an ice-crystal emblem of the Spiritual Plant Immortal Gathering surfaced on the surface of the jade slip.

As Hao Yu leaned in to look closely, he found speckles of soil clinging to the edge of the pattern: "How does this look like it came from our spiritual field..."

Shen Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a seed that had lain dormant for three years in the system inventory suddenly began to heat up.

He feigned straightening his blood-stained outer robe, his fingertips gently brushing across the back of the jade slip—the dark pattern of a three-petaled golden lotus flashed away under the moonlight, identical to the light when the God-level Farming System was first activated.

Just as Gao Yao was about to pursue the question, she suddenly noticed that Shen Yi's spiritual energy fluctuation was unusually stable.

This discovery alarmed her even more than the life-and-death battle just now, just like three years ago when the young man was covered in blood yet smiled and said, "How could someone who farms die so easily."

As the immortal sect disciples began to clear the battlefield, no one noticed a half-withered bamboo slip slipping from Night Shadow's tattered robe.

Shen Yi gently ground the four characters "Spiritual Plant Immortal Gathering" carved on the slip with the toe of his shoe, and suddenly smelled a familiar camellia fragrance—exactly the same scent as the white-robed person who claimed to be a guide when the system first awakened.

When Elder Xuanfeng walked over holding the banquet invitation for the victory celebration, Shen Yi was staring blankly at the moonlight grass.

Gao Yao watched him unconsciously stroke the newly replaced mandarin-duck jade pendant at his waist, and suddenly discovered a silver pattern had appeared behind the young man's ear—resembling an ear of rice, yet also like some ancient seal.

When the invitation to the Spiritual Plant Immortal Gathering recorded in the immortal sect scriptures hovered on the desk, Shen Yi's system interface suddenly popped up an unprecedented emerald-green prompt.

The instant he reached out to touch the ice-crystal emblem, breaking-soil sounds echoed simultaneously across all eight hundred mu of spiritual fields, as if responding to a promise that transcended time and space.