Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel

"This puppet..."

Li Ye slightly frowned.

Logically, puppets are bound to the cultivator's own combat experience, yet that puppet seemed adept whether dodging or attacking.

As if it had been tempered a thousand times.

So, is it an innate ability of the puppet?

Indeed, if it were just a puppet capable of automatic transformation, it might not garner the attention of the Puppet Hall, but if it carried combat experience, even a certain spirituality...

That would be quite remarkable.

He suddenly thought that if a puppet were made with materials of spirituality, capable of producing intelligence or even a soul, it might also be considered a type of Spirit Beast or Spirit Plant, wouldn't it?

The Bamboo Locust Spirit Scroll, and his master's ruler were both like that.

"Spirit Attachment Technique, hmm."

"This requires learning puppetry to study, could it be that I really need to delve into the realm of puppetry?"

He thought for a moment and decided to put this idea aside for now.

The puppet could help him withstand most of the external pressure, allowing him to farm peacefully here—since the other party was so keen on destruction, it indicated that farming here was indeed useful.

Thinking of this, he shouted to the people in the distance, "You should have preserved Xiguang Rice seeds here, right? Where are they, bring them over."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

A slender young man quickly ran to the village shrine, retrieved a burlap sack, and placed it in front of Li Ye.

Other children who were still playing around also gathered, not speaking, but looking at Li Ye with eager anticipation.

—Even children worry about food.

This is the most basic and most important thing.

"Don't worry."

"With me here, there will be no problem."

Li Ye's voice remained gentle, even overshadowing the warm light of the Sun and Moon Ring, as he picked up a handful of Xiguang Rice seeds from the bag and waved—

"Swoosh!"

Instantly, the rice seeds fell like rain.

The seemingly casual wave precisely directed all the Xiguang Rice to land where they desired.

These seeds, kept in the Sealing Spirit Bag for hundreds of years, were already shriveled, with nearly all their vitality gone, but the characteristic of the Xiguang and the people's Wish Power made that sliver of vitality increasingly tenacious.

Upon touching the ground soaked in Spiritual Water, vitality, rain mist, and various fertilizers, they absorbed nutrients ravenously.

—In their still "youthful" times, they had never tasted such complex yet incredibly delicious spiritual power.

It could be said they were far more robust than the Xiguang Rice Li Ye planted in the clouds, in terms of adapting to the environment and growth capability, they might be considered a mutant strain selected over time.

If brought back to the sect, these seeds alone would be a huge gain—a type of Spirit Seed that has grown increasingly resilient through the sands of time.

Letting some stray thoughts flow through his heart, he waved to the children and young people staying in the village from afar and said:

"Don't just watch me scatter seeds and imitate it yourselves."

"Come, let me teach you how to plant the rice seeds."

For Li Ye, planting rice seeds was a very simple matter, just like scattering them a moment ago, essentially marking the end.

But he knew he couldn't stay here forever, a mere show-off was pointless to the villagers, so he taught very earnestly, and occasionally demonstrated on the spot.

Soon, his hands were covered with mud, and his shoes and the hem of his Taoist robe were also stained with earth, yet he immersed himself in it, even somewhat unable to extricate himself.

Time moved gently along.

Until the puppet silently came beside him, holding the branches of Jianmu in both hands, handing them to him, did he come back to his senses.

"Hmm."

He took the branches of Jianmu, with a wave of his hand, stored the puppet in the Jianmu space where the Spiritual Qi would continuously nourish it.

Old men coming with hoes and pitchforks were just about to express their gratitude when they saw this scene, Old Jiang asked suspiciously:

"Immortal."

"Where did that Immortal go?"

"We wanted to thank him, if not for him, we surely would have been gravely wounded."

Li Ye glanced at them, answered, "He has consumed too much Mana and went to rest in my Cave Mansion, he isn't fond of speaking, I conveyed your thanks."

"Now you should focus on how to plant the rice seeds, come, let me teach you."

Without another word, he brought the old men over, these people had only heard from their ancestors how to plant the Xiguang Rice, they only had a vague idea themselves.

Their longing for food and joy in crops made them immediately set aside all distractions, dedicating themselves to learning from Li Ye.

—On the moist land, old men, children, and young people all surrounded Li Ye, listening to him explain how to plant, as each seed was diligently planted into the Spiritual Qi-filled soil by their bony hands.

Along with the seeds, they also buried their Wish Power.

Expecting the crops to grow, expecting them to harvest abundantly, even some obscure hopes for them to protect themselves, buried beneath the soil, accompanying the seeds as they broke ground.

With Li Ye's help, the rice stalks grew at a visible speed, the full heads of grain hanging heavily, wrapped within their husks like little golden suns, exuding warm light.

The Sun and Moon Ring in the sky continued to emit bright light, intersecting with the light on the ground, as if merging into one.

...

In Other Shore City.

In the center of the brightly lit, magnificent structures, in a classically elegant courtyard, the Guardian of the Hell Path silently raised his head, gazing toward Xiguang Village, protected by the sunlight.