Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 382 - 284: Dream Beneath the Rice Stalks

The protagonist used Buddha’s Light to destroy the Golden Armor Zombie, then returned to the Su Mansion, only to find that Su Qianqian was already gone.

Not only had Su Qianqian disappeared, but the protagonist also sensed an unusual aura in the courtyard.

Although the aura was very faint, the lingering will was even more dangerous than the Golden Armor Zombie.

The protagonist finally realized he had been deceived by Su Qianqian.

Su Qianqian did not have only one Golden Armor Zombie.

The zombie named A Da was actually a decoy she deliberately released after the protagonist discovered her tracks, to divert his attention.

Su Qianqian had even more dangerous zombies in her possession.

Upon realizing this, the protagonist’s expression changed, and for the first time, he regretted not eliminating Su Qianqian directly.

At the rate she’s cultivating Golden Armor Zombies, it won’t be long before everyone left in the Cultivation World is killed by her.

The protagonist didn’t dare to hesitate, and with a swift movement, he followed that almost fading aura at an extreme speed.

Meanwhile, as the protagonist was chasing Su Qianqian, the people of Great Xia, far in the New World, were welcoming their first harvest.

The first crop planted on the soil of the New World was rice, and the cultivator was the old man who, upon hearing that the emperor was fighting monsters, brought his whole family all the way to Shengjing City with hoes to offer support.

Chaos Qi is toxic to cultivators, but for these ordinary people who have never practiced cultivation, it is the ultimate tonic.

The old man, worn out by decades of labor, had accumulated numerous ailments.

In the New World, although he was doing the same work, he clearly felt much healthier.

A few days ago, when he looked in the mirror, a few strands of black hair appeared amidst his frosty-white temples.

His once hunched back gradually straightened, his aged face gained a healthy flush, and his overall health had improved significantly compared to six months ago.

The old man’s situation wasn’t unique; almost all ordinary people who came to the New World felt healthier than before.

The first wave to enter the New World were all diligent and hardworking farmers.

Once these people became healthier, they worked the fields with even more vigor.

Just half a year in, the New World welcomed its first harvest.

This included the two to three months spent on land reclamation, composting, pest control, and seed cultivation.

The Empress and Emperor had just arrived in the New World, and after reincarnating their cultivation techniques, they were now soaking in the Spirit Lake to heal.

Therefore, Zhao Yi presided over the first harvest celebration ceremony.

By late morning, a throng of people surrounded the old man’s rice field.

Zhao Yi, who had been rescuing people in the Cultivation World, was seeing the New World’s farmland cultivation situation for the first time.

Staring at the more than three-meter-tall rice stalks in front of him, with golden rice ears hanging like lanterns, his eyes were filled with shock.

Casually grabbing a rice ear, Zhao Yi looked at the golden rice grains as large as copper coins, almost unable to believe that this was actually rice.

Holding the rice, Zhao Yi asked the plump old man, "Where did the rice seeds come from?"

Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s question, the old man hesitated and said, "We brought the rice seeds from Great Xia..."

After speaking, the old man looked at the rice stalks towering above him and was utterly bewildered: "They were fine during cultivation, but as they grew, they seemed to change..."

Zhao Yi nodded and didn’t continue questioning.

Clearly, the rice growing this way wasn’t a problem with the seeds.

As for why they turned out like this, even the elderly farmers who had worked the land their whole lives couldn’t articulate it.

Moreover, this rice exceeded all known understanding, overturning people’s perceptions.

The old man no longer called these giant plants rice.

Even the lifelong farmers couldn’t fathom the origins of this rice, so Zhao Yi was even more perplexed.

He speculated that it might have been the Chaos Qi altering some structures of the rice seeds, coupled with the fertile soil of the Little World that allowed these lofty giants to grow.

Zhao Yi didn’t dwell on whether this was actually rice, and directly asked the old man, "Have you tried it?"

The old man hurriedly shook his head, "We’re all waiting for His Majesty to take the first bite."

"Thoughtful," Zhao Yi nodded his acknowledgment.

Then, he casually broke off a few more rice ears, tossing them to the small poison creature trailing behind him.

Zhao Yi inquired, "Do you know how to cook rice?"

As this was the first crop grown in the New World, Zhao Yi was unsure if it was edible or toxic.

The small poison creature was an expert in poisons, making her the ideal candidate to test these things.

Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s words, the small poison creature nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes, yes, my cooking is the best!"

Being a foodie, the small poison creature had grown tired of regular fare over the past two years following Zhao Yi and was now eager to try something new.

From the time the rice began to grow, she had been salivating over it.

However, upon hearing the old man’s insistence that the grain was reserved for the Emperor’s first taste, she restrained her cravings.

Now, hearing Zhao Yi’s instruction to cook, the small poison creature wasted no time, took out a large iron pot she had long prepared, peeled the husk off the rice, and tossed it into the pot to start cooking.

The rice was truly peculiar.

Previously, when wrapped in its golden husk, it emitted no discernible aroma, even less so than the existing varieties from the Cultivation World.

Zhao Yi had prepared himself for the rice to taste bland and flavorless.

However, once the husks were peeled, a refreshing and penetrating aroma filled the air.

The surrounding people all wore expressions of enjoyment upon smelling the fragrance.

Zhao Yi sniffed the rice’s aroma, a hint of surprise crossing his face.

Zhao Yi had never encountered such a fragrance before; the aroma of the rice was akin to a blend between apples and osmanthus, crisp and pure without any overpowering scents.

Of course, Zhao Yi was not astonished merely by the uniqueness of the rice’s fragrance.

Rather, upon smelling the rice’s aroma, he noticed that the Chaos Qi within his meridians was circulating slightly faster than before.

This increase in speed was subtle, and if not for Zhao Yi’s meager amount of Chaos Qi, he might not have noticed it.

"This rice can actually accelerate the circulation of spiritual energy?"

Zhao Yi looked up at the rice stalks towering above him.

If the grain grown in the fields could indeed speed up spiritual energy cultivation, the recovery speed of cultivators who had reincarnated their technique could well exceed expectations.

If that’s the case, certain things will need to be arranged in advance.

While Zhao Yi was contemplating this, a rich aroma of cooked rice drifted over from afar.

Everyone, including Zhao Yi, couldn’t help but swallow a gulp of saliva upon smelling the rich fragrance.

It was amazingly aromatic!

Zhao Yi had assumed the rice would be fragrant once the husk was removed, but never imagined the aroma of the cooked rice would be even more intense.

At the same time, Zhao Yi felt the circulation of Chaos Qi within his body increase further.

This time, Zhao Yi was completely certain.

That rice could indeed speed up the cultivation of Chaos Qi!

At this moment, the small poison creature happily came over, holding a large pot.

"Master, eat, eat, eat...."

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