Resting his head on his arm, gazing at the vast starry sky, his heart gradually calmed down. The night breeze was gentle and cool, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. Listening to various news continuously broadcast by the audio device by his ear, Brian Carter quietly fell asleep.

The next day, after making it rain once in the medicinal field and again for a junior brother with whom he had an agreement, he returned to his own small courtyard.

Passing by the spiritual field, looking at the neat rows of spirit rice, he suddenly recalled the doubt that had lingered in his mind the previous night.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to try once more.

He placed his hand on a stalk of spirit rice, and the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 silently seeped into the plant. Just like yesterday, Brian Carter connected his mind with the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】.

Very soon, the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 discovered a group of aphids, and Brian Carter immediately tensed up, still haunted by the violent aura from yesterday.

However, today’s situation was completely unexpected. The 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 encountered almost no resistance, and all the aphids were crushed into powder in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The whole process was smooth and unhindered.

How could this be?

He was a bit puzzled, and quickly placed his hand on another stalk of spirit rice. The result was exactly the same. Could it have been a problem with yesterday’s stalk? He shook his head—there was no difference between today’s two stalks and yesterday’s.

Where was the problem?

He ran to the spot of yesterday’s spirit rice and checked again, but indeed found no difference. However, he did notice that this stalk was obviously growing much better than yesterday, its leaves more verdant, and the aphid powder inside had become its nourishment. Based on his two years of planting experience, he judged that this stalk’s yield would definitely be much higher than before.

Brian Carter was overjoyed, and the question of whether the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 counted as an attack technique was quickly tossed aside.

What could be more practical than increased yield? Spirit rice meant spirit stones, and spirit stones meant all kinds of magical treasures and techniques...

Full of motivation, Brian Carter began a grand pest extermination in the spiritual field, determined not to leave a single stalk of spirit rice unchecked in his five acres.

For a full ten days, except for making it rain in the medicinal and spiritual fields, he spent all his other time on the spirit rice in his courtyard. One by one, he used the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】, and when his spiritual power was exhausted, he would run to the meditation room to recover, then continue, repeating this cycle. Eventually, he became almost completely numb, mechanically casting the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】.

After using the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 on the last stalk, looking at the neat spiritual field, the thriving, lush spirit rice, he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

He wasn’t the only one who knew the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】, but no one else in the sect would be so crazy as to check each stalk one by one—the workload was simply terrifying! They would only use the 【Geng Metal Qi Blade】 when symptoms of disease appeared in the spirit rice.

If it weren’t for that small section of spiritual vein in the meditation room, Brian Carter wouldn’t have dared to do this either.

After ten days of heavy labor, Brian Carter was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Now, he only wanted to do one thing: go back to his room and have a good sleep.

Just as he was about to move his feet, suddenly, a small pink paper crane flew straight toward him from afar and hovered in front of him.

“Huh!” Brian Carter found it somewhat familiar. Tilting his head and thinking for a long time, he finally remembered the wishing paper crane he had picked up while cleaning the courtyard more than ten days ago—that one was also pink.

But wait, wishing paper cranes can’t be located. For a paper crane to find its target, it needs a mark to guide it. The last paper crane had its owner’s mark; as long as spiritual power was infused, it would fly to its owner.

But he hadn’t left any mark!

Any mark must contain spiritual power. To avoid being found, Brian Carter hadn’t used even a trace of spiritual power when writing those two characters.

The first time it flew to him, that was luck. But if it came a second time, luck couldn’t explain it.

What a bizarre event!

After observing the delicate little paper crane hovering in front of him for a while, Brian Carter hesitated, but still reached out and took it down.

Holding the little crane, he walked into the meditation room.

Sitting on the cushion, he began to unfold the paper crane.

On the spread-out pink paper slip, there were only two characters, written in the same graceful handwriting as last time.

As these two characters entered his sight, a sudden change occurred!

A wave of icy cold instantly enveloped Brian Carter, and an intense sense of danger made every hair on his body stand on end! It was as if a sharp, unmatched flying sword was pressed against his throat, the biting chill of its tip easily piercing his skin and rapidly spreading through his whole body.

Damn, I can’t move!

On the zombie-like face was a pair of terrified eyes; Brian Carter’s entire body was frozen by the chill, unable to move even a finger!

Was this the other party’s revenge? Punishment? A joke?

There was no time to think about it. He was like a beast bound tight, with only the instinct to struggle left! He struggled desperately, trying to regain control of his body. He frantically circulated his spiritual power, but it was useless—his body didn’t move at all, and he remained frozen in place.

The icy aura kept intensifying, like a cold-blooded, merciless monster, relentlessly closing in on Brian Carter, opening its bloody maw. It seemed certain that Brian Carter had no chance to resist.

Brian Carter was like a wax statue in a strange pose, his expressionless face stiff to the point of absurdity.