Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 327 - 209 Writing a Book on Agriculture, Securing the Future_3

Chapter 327: Chapter 209 Writing a Book on Agriculture, Securing the Future_3

"Let’s not worry about those distant matters, when will you be able to break through to the Ninth Level of Yuqing Daoji, my disciple?"

Gu Wen introspected his Qi Sea and saw a circle of pure white ground appear in the previously empty space, which he estimated to be a hundred zhang in diameter.

[At the Ninth Level of Yuqing Daoji, the Immortal Platform condenses, ten thousand zhang to completion]

At the Ninth Level, the Heavenly Marrow could only slightly accelerate the speed of the Immortal Platform’s condensation, without providing a way to ascend instantly.

He replied, "It can be achieved within ten years."

In one year, he had progressed from the First Level to the Eighth. Yet, stepping into the Ninth Level, the realm of becoming an Immortal, he knew it would take ten times as long.

"Worthy of being my disciple."

Qingcang didn’t skimp on praise, then pulled Gu Wen outside and handed him the hoe from the courtyard.

"Practice with relaxation and do take breaks; rest for a month or two now and help your master with the farming."

A single season of plowing yields four months of consecutive abundant harvests.

The name for the new dynasty was also set; it would be called "Xia."

"Master, the crops you’ve cultivated will revert back to ordinary quality after three generations."

Gu Wen broke off a panicle of rice, which had fifty grains, eighty percent less than the first generation.

Much like transgenic foods in his previous life, the grains here lacked Spiritual Energy.

Qingcang said, "Balance exists among all things. What I seek is not a permanent solution, but a way to produce more food with the least amount of Spiritual Energy."

Another year passed, dry and rainless.

The master and disciple, wearing straw hats, their clothing now the short coats of coarse cloth worn by the tenants, worked the land.

"Master, your grains don’t stand up well to drought."

"Disciple, nothing in the world is perfect, neither humans nor rice. If the rice doesn’t thrive, we’ll simply change crops. Humans must always adapt to their environment."

In the third year, Yu Hua woke up midway. Her relationship with Qingcang was not like Jun Yan’s.

She had the freedom to control her own body.

Having not seen each other for three years, the two had much to talk about: explaining the current situation and planning for the future.

Yu Hua suggested that Gu Wen could temporarily set aside the position of Yuqing Heavenly Venerate and travel for cultivation first, returning after a few thousand years.

When Gu Wen asked Yu Hua about her plans.

Yu Hua smiled playfully and counter-questioned, "Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Of course."

Gu Wen nodded honestly.

There was nothing to hide. In a world unknown to him, it made sense to travel with a Fellow Daoist.

Yu Hua’s smile widened, her eyes becoming deeper and darker, and she asked softly, "Remember to take your master’s spirit tablet, you never know if I might enter the underworld, and if there’s anything good to eat, offer some to me."

"..."

Gu Wen was caught between laughter and tears. His master’s open-mindedness about life and death was beyond most people’s understanding.

Walking on the ridges at night, they were accompanied by the chorus of cicadas and frogs.

Another year of abundant harvest.

In the sixth year, the Five Spirits Valley was preliminarily established.

Qingcang compiled the various experiences and Daoist Skills of the past six years into a book on agriculture.

It included cultivation methods for various types of the Five Spirits Valley, suitable for a wide array of terrains and reaching over a hundred in variety. If one was willing to expend Spiritual Energy, it was even possible to grow rice and wheat in drought-stricken deserts and swamps.

Gu Wen, holding the agricultural book, couldn’t help but feel moved.

The productivity of an Immortal nearly rivaled the research output of a modern powerhouse. Perhaps this was also why for ten thousand years, neither Humans nor the Devil Clan had developed a highly advanced civilization.

Even with the word "civilization," people still lived in an agricultural society, at most without worry about natural disasters.

Because cultivation had solved everything; the path of cultivation was simply too vast.

Throughout the year, Huayang and Yun Miao’s incarnations entered the Immortal Land, and the two came to visit.

Gu Wen and Qingcang had just returned from the fields, and he curiously observed the two newcomers.

The former’s face was as stern as iron, and the latter wore a warm and congenial smile - the two distinct styles of the Three Pure Ones.

Yun Miao, with his carefree smile, gestured towards Huayang and said, "Let our little Yuqing Heavenly Venerate introduce to you, this is Huayang."

Huayang enunciated his name clearly.

Gu Wen looked over, and Huayang nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"You’ve come at the right time. Take this book and make tens of thousands of copies to distribute to Cultivators across the lands."

Qingcang took off his hat and hung it on the wall, then handed the agriculture book they had written to them.

"Yes."

Huayang took the book, his Divine Thought sweeping through it, his steely visage visibly moved.

"This could save tens of millions. If we can spread it widely, there will no longer be famine in the world."

"It should save many. Who knows, maybe one day there will be more Humans than members of the Devil Clan. When that time comes, we could drown the Jianmu with our collective spit."

Qingcang’s words lacked the usual flowery embellishments.

"If no one manages it, it will only lead to reduced farmland being converted to fields for herbs. But let’s get back to the point. You didn’t come down here for that, did you? Is Three Pure Mountain ready now?"

Yun Miao answered, "We’ve already evacuated the disciples and the common people, ready to fall at any time."

"Let its attack serve as the signal. Right now, it’s like a person with arms folded over their head; hitting it now would do no harm. In a few years, I will accumulate power to force it to strike. Then, you’ll act according to the situation."

Qingcang seamlessly orchestrated the arrangements, and the two Venerables at the apex of the Human Race could only nod in agreement.

Then Qingcang tossed a wooden plaque to Gu Wen and said:

"A man should prepare his coffin by forty. I have made some achievements in life, but at the end of the day, they don’t belong solely to me. So when I die, there’s no need for a long and pungent epitaph."

Gu Wen took the wooden plaque and saw three simple characters carved on it.

[Li Yunshang]

"What would you like to write, Master?"

"Let your master think about it."

Qingcang pondered for a moment, then with a smile on his lips, he finally settled on Gu Wen saying: "Just write ’Gu Wen’s Master.’ That is the only thing uniquely mine."

Fighting against the Devil Clan, rescuing the Human Race from peril was a collective effort of all. But the Yuqing Daoji within Gu Wen was the only thing that truly originated from himself.