Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation

Only two days had passed, but Ding Huan, who had just broken through to the seventh level of Golden Immortal, already felt the shackles of the eighth level.

The advantage of the Great Universe Technique was that once cultivation began, no matter how pure or dense the Immortal Spirit Source was, there would be no issues with absorption.

The Dao Rhythm Laws in this Immortal Spirit Rice were too clear, so clear that Ding Huan didn't even need to deliberately comprehend them; they were deeply etched into his mind.

Boom! The Great Universe Technique Circulation easily broke through the cultivation shackles of the seventh level Golden Immortal, stepping into the eighth level.

Impressive.

The protecting array's prohibitions were activated, and Ding Huan stopped his cultivation.

He knew it was probably time for him to take the blame.

However, Ding Huan wasn't the slightest bit upset, as the thought of his harvest of over a thousand kilograms of Immortal Spirit Rice put him in a great mood.

Lifting his hand, Ding Huan collected all the Void Array Patterns in the field and opened the protecting array; there were three people standing at the entrance.

Chen Guan stood at the forefront, his face showing helplessness.

Clearly, he was reluctant to let Ding Huan be taken away as the scapegoat, but he couldn't stop it.

From the day Ding Huan entered the Immortal Agriculture Department, his fate had been decided.

"Lu Renjia, time's up. We are here to collect the Immortal Spirit Rice. You planted five acres, so you need to hand over six hundred kilograms of Low Grade Immortal Spirit Rice,"

a man with a fierce gaze walked up to Ding Huan and said coldly.

From the murderous aura emanating from him, Ding Huan knew that they weren't there to collect the rice; they were there to arrest him.

These people definitely thought he couldn't cultivate any Immortal Spirit Rice.

According to the rules, having planted five acres, Ding Huan was supposed to hand over six hundred kilograms of Immortal Spirit Rice, or five hundred kilograms of Immortal Spirit Rice.

This was for the low grade.

If it were mid grade, handing over Immortal Spirit Rice would be two hundred and fifty kilograms, and Immortal Spirit Rice would be three hundred kilograms.

"If you can't hand over any Immortal Spirit Rice, then come with us," another man stepped forward, ready to make a move.

Ding Huan coldly said, "I haven't even spoken yet, and you're saying I can't hand it over. It seems you're not here to collect the Immortal Spirit Rice; you're specifically here to arrest me, aren't you?"

Hearing Ding Huan's words, the men were slightly stunned and stopped.

Indeed, they were here to arrest someone, and this guy knew exactly what was going on.

Ding Huan looked at Chen Guan and asked, "Chen Guan, how much is Low Grade Immortal Spirit Rice per kilogram in Immortal Crystals?"

Chen Guan, not quite understanding Ding Huan's intention, casually said, "Generally, it's five to six thousand High Grade Immortal Crystals per kilogram."

Ding Huan gasped; this was a hugely profitable business. If mid grade Immortal Spirit Rice was selling for over ten thousand per kilogram,

then wouldn't cultivating this crop be an easy way to get rich? Why hadn't he seen much Immortal Spirit Rice for sale in the market?

Ding Huan overlooked his own advantage of the Great Universe Technique; without it, the five acres he planted would have barely managed to produce two hundred kilograms of Low Grade Immortal Spirit Rice, which would have been quite decent.

Moreover, cultivating Immortal Spirit Rice wasn't as simple and casual as Ding Huan's situation, where just cultivating the Great Universe Technique was sufficient.

Cultivating Immortal Spirit Rice required careful nurturing, regular setups of Five Elements Immortal Spiritual Objects, and cleaning up the pests.

He would set up a Void Insect Killing Immortal Array, but others wouldn't know to do that.

Although Ding Huan had thoroughly researched the rules of the Immortal Agriculture Department's Jade Scroll, he didn't know he could receive some Five Elements Immortal Spiritual Objects from the Immortal Agriculture Department periodically to cultivate Immortal Spirit Rice.

This was an unspoken rule that everyone was aware of, except for Ding Huan.

Even if Ding Huan were aware, he wouldn't have had the time to collect those items; he barely had enough time for cultivation.

Ding Huan raised his hand and grabbed a winnowing basket with an open top, the basket was filled with green Immortal Spirit Rice.

Chen Guan and the other two stared at the basket held in Ding Huan's hand, all frozen in place.

The Immortal Spirit Rice inside exuded a fresh aroma and was abundant in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, with clear and distinct Dao Rhythm Laws,

evidently freshly harvested.

This was absolutely high-end mid grade Immortal Spirit Rice, almost approaching high grade.

"See, this is mid grade Immortal Spirit Rice, and this winnowing basket holds one hundred kilograms,"

Ding Huan said, pulling out two more winnowing baskets, each filled with the same mid grade Immortal Spirit Rice.

"You really managed to cultivate Immortal Spirit Rice?" Chen Guan finally came to his senses, incredulously looking at Ding Huan.

The other two men also reacted, staring blankly at Ding Huan.

They weren't here to collect rice; they were here to catch a scapegoat.

And even if Ding Huan had managed to cultivate the Immortal Spirit Rice, handing over three hundred kilograms to the Immortal Court would still be far from enough.

Feigning confusion, Ding Huan looked at Chen Guan, "Chen Guan, wasn't the position I was hired for that of an Immortal Plant Officer? Wasn't it to cultivate Immortal Spirit Rice?"

Chen Guan was at a loss for words; he couldn't explain the situation.

Ding Huan then turned to the other two puzzled fellows, "What's the matter? You won't take mid grade Immortal Spirit Rice?"

"We'll take it," the man with fierce eyes swallowed hard and stepped forward to collect the winnowing baskets from Ding Huan.

Ding Huan said blandly, "First you need to check, second you need to weigh, and you want to take away my Immortal Spirit Rice without anything? Are you here to joke?"

The man, with no other choice, bent down and dipped his hands into the winnowing basket, lifting the Immortal Spirit Rice before letting it fall: "One hundred pounds of Mid Grade Immortal Spirit Rice, qualified."

Then he moved to the next winnowing basket and repeated the process.

After finishing, he finally said, "Three hundred pounds of Mid Grade Immortal Spirit Rice, qualified."

"Give me the proof of collecting the Immortal Spirit Rice," Ding Huan demanded.

The man took out a Jade Talisman, engraved with some marks, and handed it to Ding Huan.

Once Ding Huan scanned the Jade Talisman with his Divine Will, he knew this fellow was playing tricks. The collection marks inside were only temporary and could dissipate at any time.

Ding Huan was too lazy to waste words. Pulling such a stunt in front of him was like trying to teach a carpenter how to hew.

He had planned on continuing his cultivation here, but after discovering someone in the lake absorbing the lifeforce from the Immortal Spirit Rice to nourish an Immortal Spirit Fruit, Ding Huan decided not to stay here any longer.

The first time had passed, if he stayed here to plant more Immortal Spirit Rice, did he still want to live?

Besides, he now possessed over a thousand pounds of Immortal Spirit Rice, enough to cultivate without the need for a Gathering Spirit Immortal Array.

He was currently at eighty percent strength of a Golden Immortal Eighth Layer, and he could find a place to improve his Array Dao skills.

He aimed to set up a Gathering Spirit Immortal Array that was undetectable to others so he could try reaching the level of a Profound Immortal.

"Where are you going?" the man asked, seeing Ding Huan turn to leave.

The fierce-eyed man stopped Ding Huan.

Ding Huan turned around and looked at him coldly, "What? You, a mere rice collector, want to meddle with an Immortal Plant Officer?"

"You are the Immortal Plant Officer here, tasked with planting the Immortal Spirit Rice, naturally, you cannot leave," said the fierce man harshly.

Ding Huan disdainfully glanced at him:

"After your field is planted with Immortal Spirit Rice, it doesn't need tending? And which rule in the Immortal Agriculture Department says an Immortal Plant Officer isn't allowed to leave his post?"

The slightly shorter man clearly disliked Ding Huan's attitude, snorted, and said, "If you haven't finished your task of delivering the Immortal Spirit Rice, you can't leave."

Knowing the collection marks in Ding Huan's Jade Talisman had already dissipated and that they had taken the Immortal Spirit Rice, they could lie blatantly, and Ding Huan could do nothing about it.

If not for the fact that it was indeed unsuitable to stay here any longer, Ding Huan would definitely have misled these two.

Now that he was not in the mood, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He pulled out a Crystal Ball and threw it to the talkative man, "Look carefully at what's inside, then decide if you still want to trouble me."

With that, Ding Huan turned and left swiftly.

"Wait..." The keen-eyed man moved to chase after Ding Huan but was stopped by the shorter man.

Without waiting for his question, the shorter man handed the Crystal Ball to him, sighed, and said, "This guy is quite cunning, definitely not a newcomer."

The activated Crystal Ball not only recorded all of their conversation but also showed the scene of them checking the Immortal Spirit Rice comprehensively.

Chen Guan put his hand to his forehead, regretting his prior worries about Ding Huan.

Compared to Ding Huan, he felt like a novice.

Seeing Ding Huan work left no loopholes.

"Well, we should report this up. Indeed, there's no reason to keep him now," the fierce-eyed man finally sighed after watching the Crystal Ball.

Ding Huan was so well-prepared, how could they detain him?

As soon as Ding Huan left the vicinity of the Immortal Agriculture Department, he rapidly escaped.

Seeing those Immortal Spirit Rice collectors, Ding Huan cursed in his heart, finding a foothold was genuinely difficult.

...

Immortal Court Palace.

Emperor Wushang sat on the throne, his expression impassive.

Nearly all the officials of the Immortal Court had gathered: the Four Great Emperors, the Four Lords of Dao, the Nine Army Commanders, the Ten Great Star Lords, the Eighteen Immortal Officials, the Thirty-Six Departments, the Seventy-Two Tribes, the One Hundred and Eight Immortals...

Everyone was aware that Emperor Wushang's body was having issues.

If this matter hadn't been so significant, Emperor Wushang wouldn't have convened this session of the Immortal Court.

"Lords and Immortal Officials, the Devil Court disregards the laws of righteousness, blatantly tearing up our peace treaty with the Immortal Court, invading our Immortal Domain, and killing nearly a million of our forces. How shall we handle this?"

Emperor Wushang's voice was slightly weary, confirming the rumors that his health was failing.

"This matter cannot stand, those hairy beasts with horns dare to make noise in our Immortal Domain. I request that the Emperor dispatch a million Immortal Soldiers to flatten the Devil Court," a tall man, carrying a great spear, strode out and shouted loudly.

"Jimi, hold your tongue, you Jia Chen are up against the Divine Court, what does the Immortal Demon Battlefield have to do with your Jia Chen?

Moreover, with the Demon Clan's sudden raid annihilating tens of thousands of our great army during just one incursion, what difference will a million make?" a white-bearded elder stood out and immediately scolded.