Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 124 - 89: Soul Ceremony, Guardian Grassman, Anping Town Harvest Festival_3

Chapter 124: Chapter 89: Soul Ceremony, Guardian Grassman, Anping Town Harvest Festival_3

Zhao Xing and Chen Shijie ate quickly, almost as if they were devouring the leftovers of a storm, a habit formed in the military.

"Tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, are you leaving the city?" After finishing, Chen Shijie asked.

"Yes," Zhao Xing nodded, "Anping Town is my tax inspection area. It’s the final wave of Primordial Rice harvest, I need to go check."

"Bring Shen Zhui along. I’ll give you a grassman too." Chen Shijie waved his hand, and from the back hall, a grassman dressed in a raincoat and hat came running out.

Zhao Xing looked at it carefully but couldn’t discern anything special.

"Guardian Grassman," Chen Shijie introduced, "It contains two strands of Sword Qi, imprinted from a friend’s secret Sword Dao technique in the military. Such a Guardian Grassman cannot be made in Nanyang County."

Even though the Xuantian Sect was unlikely to make a move in September, Chen Shijie still provided Zhao Xing with an additional layer of security, just in case.

"Impressive," Zhao Xing gave a thumbs up. The Guardian Grassman was a mid-level spell, difficult to craft, and Chen Shijie’s creation was extraordinary. Using Five Elements to observe, Zhao Xing even felt his eyes sting from a sharp sensation.

The material for the Weaving Grassman wasn’t ordinary. It was full of Gold Element Power, and its structure was so intricate that it sealed the Sword Qi inside completely.

Such a Guardian Grassman could last a long time. As long as it wasn’t destroyed, it could almost continue for three to five years!

Zhao Xing used Five Elements Observation and could only vaguely sense the sharpness up close, unable to discern its inner workings.

Chen Shijie was quite pleased with Zhao Xing’s praise, wanting to show off some techniques to attract Zhao Xing to join him in the military.

"Then I’ll take my leave first." Zhao Xing left promptly after finishing his meal, knowing that Chen Shijie disliked unnecessary talking.

....

Around the autumnal equinox, it was the last wave of the Primordial Rice harvest season.

If not harvested by October, the Primordial Rice would rot in the fields, and the peasants wouldn’t be able to plant a new crop.

Anping Town was also under Shen Zhui’s security jurisdiction. However, he didn’t need to be there constantly, as minor disputes among ordinary people didn’t require high martial prowess to resolve.

Zhao Xing and Shen Zhui rode a public carriage. The carriage itself had a Third Rank defensive power, and the horse pulling it had exotic beast bloodline, marked by a protrusion on its head, sturdy limbs, and hooves that were black and purple.

"A Purple Horned Horse pulling the carriage, Brother Shen, you’ve really made it big now to have this ride." Zhao Xing teased.

"Don’t mock me, it’s just a pedigree, only carrying a trace of the exotic beast bloodline."

If the bloodline were pure, the horse should have a real purple horn on its head, and its hooves would be purple instead of black and purple.

A real Purple Horned Horse was generally used as a warhorse. However, it was still an achievement for Shen Zhui to have such a carriage, indicating the military department’s high regard for him.

"Giddyup!"

The carriage sped along the official road, reaching Anping Town in less than half an hour.

At this time, the fields were a sea of golden yellow. Farmers were harvesting Primordial Rice, women were turning over grains in the courtyards, and children were picking up rice stalks. After bundling them, they joyously presented them to their elders.

This scene was beautiful and peaceful, just like the name of Anping Town.

Suddenly, the sky darkened. Clouds gathered in the distance, indicating potential rain.

"Brother Zhao, quickly!" Shen Zhui urged.

"What’s the rush?" Zhao Xing smiled and pointed to the sky. A pearl wrapped in golden light flew up and disappeared into the clouds.

It was the Fourth Rank East Lake Pearl.

Though this Fourth Rank East Lake Pearl was of the ice attribute, it could also be used to absorb rainwater cloud qi.

Normally, the Minister of Agriculture Official used an official-issued treasure called ’Cloud Rain Pearl’, specifically for regulating rainwater.

This East Lake Pearl, although not designed for absorbing clouds and rain, was higher in grade and thus effective.

In no time, the dark clouds thinned, and in fifteen minutes, they had completely transformed into white clouds.

The Cold Ice Pearl returned to Zhao Xing’s hand, its blue light shining even more brightly.

The farmers, who had been scrambling to shelter the grain from the rain, returned to their usual calm.

"Good spell, Brother Zhao." Shen Zhui laughed as he drove the carriage, continuing to escort Zhao Xing through the fields.

...

Anping Town, Niu Family’s fields.

At this moment, a group of harvesters rested under the barn after finishing the Primordial Rice harvest for the host.

Among them were a middle-aged man with ordinary looks, prominent cheekbones, and sturdy limbs, and a woman with a yellowish complexion and a robust build, wearing a headscarf, talking in low voices.

"We can’t act in September." The middle-aged woman whispered, "Time is too tight. They plan to make a move in November."

"November is the last Yang month. If we don’t act then, we’ll have to wait until next year, probably around the Start of Winter."

"If we’re not going to act, why make us come here and suffer?" The middle-aged man pounded his lower back and said, "Unable to use our true strength, my back feels like it’s going to break."

"Anping Town is Zhao Xing’s jurisdiction. He has the duty to inspect farming. It’s good to come earlier to scout. Besides, we come to the Niu Family’s fields as harvesters every year. It would be odd not to come this year." The woman handed over a water bottle, "Here, quench your thirst first."

"Ah, living like a mortal is truly painful. Even after so long, I can’t get used to this mundane suffering." The man complained, looking at the clouds in the sky.

"Stop talking; someone’s coming." The woman, seemingly exhausted, supported her legs to stand up.

At this time, the master of the Niu Family arrived, escorted by several people carrying a box.

"Chen Deshun, Wu Chen, come quickly, it’s payday!" Someone called out from not far away.

The middle-aged man and the woman immediately stood up, feigning excitement, "Coming, coming!"