Seeing this, Zhou Changwang hurriedly entered his own room, retrieved two bottles of elixir pills from the head of the bed, and handed them over, saying: "These are Restoration Pill and Vitality Creation Pill, which can heal injuries. Take them quickly."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the wooden table.
The table was made of Spirit Wood, extremely strong, yet his father had left a deep palm print on it with a single slap, and it hadn't even destroyed the table, nor did the bowls and chopsticks on the table shake much, showcasing his immense strength and control.
"Okay!"
Zhou Qiankun also controlled his True Qi to suppress the injuries within his body, and quickly took the spirit pills upon hearing this.
With two consecutive spirit pills ingested, Zhou Qiankun's body trembled, and his face quickly became rosy.
Clearly, the efficacy of these two spiritual medicines was excellent, directly healing more than half of his injuries that originally required over a month of rest to recover.
Then, he couldn't wait to ask, "What exactly happened?"
"Five days ago, I was ambushed by two innate experts on my way home..."
Zhou Changwang didn't hide anything, directly recounting the events of a few days ago.
"It's them?
I knew those two were suspicious long ago, even went to them specifically to warn them before.
I didn't expect they really dared to..."
At this point, he was also filled with hatred and anger.
Unexpectedly, because of his late return, such an incident was triggered.
...
After the meal, Zhou Changwang advised his father to rest at home while he carried the Spiritual Hoe, took the Little Spirit Dog, and headed straight for the Spirit Field on the outskirts of the marketplace.
After days of meticulous care, the Linghe in the Spirit Field was growing more robust.
The hanging Spirit Rice was also plump, almost ready to harvest.
Along the way, almost every Spirit Farmer he encountered had a smile on their face.
That was the joy of harvest.
"Changwang, you're here.
There's something I need to tell you."
Just as he reached the edge of his own Spirit Field, Old Xu came rushing over with a grim expression.
"What is it?"
Zhou Changwang was taken aback and couldn't help but ask in confusion.
"The Spirit Rice has been stolen."
Old Xu said with a heavy face.
"What?"
Zhou Changwang couldn't help but be stunned.
"I have a few acres of Spirit Field that have been secretly harvested.
Although not much was stolen, at least thirty pounds were secretly harvested per acre, and I have six acres, which is about two hundred pounds."
At this point, Old Xu's face was extremely grim, and his heart ached even more.
Two hundred pounds of Spirit Rice, once husked, is one hundred and fifty pounds of Spirit Rice, if calculated at ten pounds per piece of Lower-Grade Spirit Stone, it's fifteen pieces of Lower-Grade Spirit Stone.
He has always been stingy, the spirit stones spent on pest control were painstakingly earned back from Xu Zhong the next day, and he even helped Zhou Changwang sell Spirit Insects, earning two pieces of Lower-Grade Spirit Stone, always a point of pride for him, often exclaiming that frugality is the key.
This time losing fifteen pieces of Lower-Grade Spirit Stone, of course, he couldn't be happy.
"You better check if your Spirit Field has been stolen too."
Old Xu continued.
Zhou Changwang nodded and hurriedly ran to check his Spirit Field.
After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, although there were traces of trampling, it hadn't been harvested.
At this moment, Zhou Changwang also realized that the reason his Spirit Field's Spirit Rice hadn't been stolen was not due to the thief's goodwill but simply because his Spirit Rice's growth rate was indeed slower than Old Xu's.
In Old Xu's Spirit Field, the Spirit Rice grains were all plump and completely matured from green to yellow, whereas his Spirit Rice was still slower, just starting to turn yellow from green, meaning its actual maturity was one or two days behind Old Xu's.
This was not only due to Old Xu's richer experience as a Spirit Farmer but mainly because his Spirit Rain Skill was stronger, reaching Small Success earlier.
The Spirit Rain Skill at Small Success Level imbues the Spirit Field with more abundant Spiritual Qi, naturally fostering better growth of Spirit Grain Rice.
Although Zhou Changwang's Spirit Rain Skill had also recently reached the Small Success Stage, the growth progress naturally couldn't compare to Old Xu's Spirit Field.
Accumulating information confirmed this.
Most of those who were robbed were experienced Spirit Farmers whose Spirit Rice had already matured.
As for those Spirit Farmers with lower Skill Level in Spirit Rain, whose Linghe Rice growth was slower, they managed to escape the disaster.
"Damn.
Although we're all Spirit Farmers at the foot of Changling Mountain, the Zhao Brothers were too indifferent. When we asked a few more questions, they wanted to drive us away.
I suspect our Spirit Rice was stolen by them.
They're the only ones living around here, guarding Spirit Fields.
If it's not them, who else could it be?"
Old Xu cursed as he walked over.
He had just gathered with a few affected Spirit Farmers to question Zhao Jie and Zhao Qiang, and since everyone had suffered, their words naturally had a reproaching tone, so they were driven away.
But Old Xu's words did have some reason.
Around the Spirit Farmers, only they lived nearby, and they kept a Spirit Dog. If someone were stealing, the Spirit Dog's alertness would naturally give a warning, making them the most likely to have detected something.
But since others didn't speak up, they didn't have any other way.
The Zhao Brothers were all stronger than the Mid Stage of Qi Cultivation, with even the surrounding Spirit Plant Hall Cultivators showing them some respect, so naturally, they dared not offend them lightly.
So even though Old Xu was shouting so boldly now, it was purely because they were far away. If they were nearby, he'd be too scared to open his mouth, even with ten times the courage.
"Spirit Rice is about to mature; indeed, we need to be more vigilant.
Today, it's Old Xu's Spirit Fields, and tomorrow it could be mine."
As Spirit Rain Skill sprinkled over the Spirit Field, Zhou Changwang also heightened his vigilance.
However, the wilderness night was indeed too dangerous.
Not only were there Demon Beasts possibly charging down from the mountains and forests, but also the possibility of flying Demon Beasts attacking from the sky, as well as Tribulation Cultivators and Evil Spirits that usually only appeared at night...
He wasn't like the Zhao Brothers, with strength reaching the Mid Stage of Qi Cultivation, equipped with Magical Artifacts, and guarded by a Spirit Dog equivalent to the Qi Refining Second Layer, capable of detecting potential enemies in advance. Staying there overnight held immense risk.
"Fortunately, the rice thief didn't dare to be too excessive, taking only twenty to thirty pounds per acre of Spirit Field..."
Zhou Changwang understood that this was out of concern for the Spirit Plant Hall.
With the Spirit Plant Hall's methods, it wouldn't be difficult to catch such a person.
However, with such small-scale thievery, the ones affected were just some Spirit Farmers, so the Spirit Plant Hall naturally wouldn't intervene.
At noon, his father brought Spirit Rice to him. After hearing about the incident, he didn't say much, just suggested that he come over to keep watch for the next few days.
Zhou Changwang naturally disagreed.
Although his father had rich experience surviving in the wild, he didn't want his father to risk just for a few acres of Linghe Rice.
However, it must be said that this incident indeed made the surrounding Spirit Farmers anxious.
There were quite a few who were willing to stay and keep watch.
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