Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 8 - 7 Rural-Urban Grand Contest

Xiao Xian was three years old when she acquired a Basic Space, and throughout the thirteen years at Yunteng, her space had never changed. Once struck by thunder, the space not only enlarged but also changed color, so it's no wonder she couldn't accept it right away.

Upon entering the space, at first glance, the soil was still soil, and the land remained barren. However, after taking a few more steps, Xiao Xian felt something was off. For the people of Yunteng, a space is where one's absorbed Spiritual Energy is stored. Both internally and externally, whether it's temperature or humidity, everything is nearly identical to the environment of the person carrying the space. In other words, if it's autumn outside, it's also autumn inside. The same logic applied to Xiao Xian's "garbage space."

"Feeling cold all over as if immersed in water, all the sleepiness and fatigue vanished, and the bones and muscles throughout the body stretched out," Xiao Xian took a deep breath in her space, paying more attention to her surroundings. The yellow soil in the space was shrouded in a thin layer of light green mist.

"Could it be that after coming to this world, the space underwent changes, and these green mists seemed to surge in from the outside?" Xiao Xian followed the trail of green mist, and at the thickest part of the mist, there was a green shoot that was as bald and leafless as sugarcane and seemed to have grown a few inches taller than last night.

"Is the shoot I stepped on last night still alive?" Xiao Xian saw a leaf lying on the ground. More precisely, it was a cotyledon left behind after being trampled and broke when the grass shoot emerged from the soil.

There were two cotyledons that emerged along with the seedling; one was mercilessly crushed under Xiao Xian's bare feet into pieces, leaving nothing behind; the other, the one lying on the ground, was a piece Xiao Xian clearly saw with her eyes wide open last night.

Calling it a leaf might not do it justice; it was about half the size of a palm, with a round leaf blade decorated with several golden-green veins, resembling a finely crafted premium jade leaf.

"The limping and those words on the pear tree, they must also be related to the space," Xiao Xian was not dim-witted; the green mist in the space and this bare green stalk of grass were connected.

"Words appeared in mind?" After Xiao Xian touched that cotyledon, a sentence naturally emerged in her mind: "When the Chaos Seed sprouts, the Chaotic Space forms. Accumulate ten years of Spiritual Energy for Iron-grade, to peek into the hundred sources of plants; fifty years for Copper-grade, to heal a thousand ailments of plants; a hundred years for Silver-grade, to revive myriad forms of plants; a thousand years for Gold-grade, to see the spiritual element of heaven and earth; ten thousand years for the boundless Chaos, which once initiated, twists time and space, and life and death are infinite. Each grade yields two cotyledons, the essence of the immortal seedling, invaluable for swapping marrow and strengthening bones."

Gold, Silver, Copper, Iron-grade spaces, Zhou Xiaoxian also grew up hearing about them since childhood. Taking Yunteng's Cultivation genius Yun Guanzi as an example, the bizarre herbs grown in his Gold Grade Space, whether in form or medicinal effects, are all top-notch in Yunteng; lighter effects can rejuvenate, while heavier effects can revive the dead. Space cultivation, or Spiritual Energy cultivation, involves absorbing Spiritual Energy from the universe of mountains, rivers, and seas; the more Spiritual Energy absorbed, the faster the space grows, and both the person carrying the space and the crops within benefit.

"Ten years to reach Iron-grade, Iron being Xuan color, my space has become an Iron-grade space, but I still can't figure out the specific functions of the space. Master... I've cultivated to Iron-grade space, I..." The so-called Xuan color, which is silver-white, was the silver-grey sphere that just now appeared in Xiao Xian's mind, likely the new color produced after the transformation of the Iron-grade space. Regrettably, Xiao Xian is no longer at Yunteng, and Yun Qing, the master, can no longer see the progress of his disappointing disciple.

The Iron-grade cotyledon in her hand is the essence of the Iron-grade immortal seedling and extremely precious. Xiao Xian had already used one for her leg condition, and the remaining one must be used cautiously.

Listening to the literal meaning, her space is Iron-grade, so to upgrade her space to Copper-grade, it would take fifty years. She wondered if the green mist coming from the outside world could accelerate the promotion of her space.

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From Zhu Shijun's body, Xiao Xian could discern the laws of this new world. In this world, people age, there is no Immortal Law from the masters of Yunteng Sect, nor are there any exotic flowers and plants around. If she does not advance in space, she too will eventually succumb to birth, aging, sickness, and death.

"Master once said, 'Everyone is born with a purpose.' Perhaps there is a special reason for me being in this world as well." This statement was made by Yun Qing with furrowed brows when he learned that Zhou Xiaoxian had become the Mountain Guardian of Yunteng, which only the simple-minded Xiao Xian failed to recognize as mere consolation.

Xiao Xian carefully stored the leaf and sat next to the sapling, breathing in the green mist that enveloped her surroundings. In Yunteng, Xiao Xian's Spiritual Energy was poor, which consequently weakened the Spiritual Power within her space. However, upon arriving in this world, her space's absorption capacity had improved.

Around Ge Village, a green mist, invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, continuously surged towards the cottages of Zhu Shijun's house.

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Crossing the rugged mountains of the Southwest Mountain Area, a beautiful middle-aged woman sat anxiously on the sofa in a high-end apartment next to Shanghai Jing'an Temple, a cup of steaming tea beside her.

"I'm back," came the voice of the middle-aged man from the entryway. The middle-aged woman hurried forward to help him with his briefcase and suit. The man, appearing to be in his mid-forties, had a square face, bushy eyebrows, slightly downturned mouth corners, and two deep lines on his forehead when he looked up—marks left from years of being immersed in officialdom and accustomed to deep thought.

"Old Zhou, Ziang is still locked in his room, refusing to go to school. What should we do?" The middle-aged woman, named Xi Lijuan, was a full-time housewife. Her advantageous family circumstances and her husband's successful career in officialdom meant she seldom had worries, but these past few days, knowing her frustration, her close friends knew Xi Lijuan was troubled, mainly due to her and Zhou Qiang's only child, Zhou Ziang.

"That damned kid has always been like that. Silent and sullen. It's no wonder that the last time schoolteachers visited, they suggested he should see a psychologist." Zhou Qiang was outgoing, famously tactful in his bureau, adept at speaking to people and officials alike. Yet, when he had a son at the age of twenty-eight, he ended up with an autistic child. Now sixteen, Zhou Ziang's awkward character makes it hard for him to interact with classmates, having switched through multiple high schools already. It infuriates Zhou Qiang, making him suspect if the hospital had made a swap by mistake.

"How can you talk about our son like that? Isn't it because you bought him a computer? He's so engrossed that he wouldn't shut it off even if there's a thunderstorm. Last night, when the lightning struck, the whole computer was fried and the kid was so scared he passed out." His son was her precious child, and Xi Lijuan couldn't bear Zhou Qiang talking about him like that.

"Send him to school tomorrow, tied up if necessary," Zhou Qiang, who couldn't stand Xi Lijuan spoiling their son, roared towards Zhou Ziang's room.

Inside the room, a youth with a face like a jade disk and pitch-dark eyes, caressed the cigarette burn marks on his left arm, whispering softly, "I'm almost getting used to this body." He pushed open the window of the room, leapt out, and jumped from the thirteenth floor.