txolops Chapter 105 Harvest in the Night
Chapter 105 Harvest in the Night
Chapter 105 Harvest in the Night
Two years later.
The night was as dark as ink, and thick clouds obscured the light of day, plunging everything into darkness.
At the foot of Qinglu Mountain, two flatbed horse-drawn carts slowly drove up and quietly stopped beside the field ridge.
The fields were filled with sacred rice, its heavy ears drooping, their dark red hue gleaming in the night.
This is "Blood Tooth Rice," a first-tier crop that takes two years to mature. It not only contains spiritual energy but also the power of blood and qi, making it a favorite food of those who cultivate both physical and magical abilities.
Two figures jumped off the car; one could vaguely make out a man and the other a woman.
The man was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole;
The woman was petite and dressed in dark, coarse cloth.
The man looked around for a while to make sure there was no movement before pulling a sickle-shaped ritual implement from the cart.
Just as he was about to go down to the field, he suddenly heard a rustling sound at his feet.
A plump field mouse darted out from the edge of the rice stalks and disappeared into a nearby burrow with a "whoosh".
The man glanced at it, didn't take it seriously, and bent down to cut the first stalk of blood tooth rice.
The rice stalks were exceptionally tough. He exerted force with his wrist, and a faint light shimmered on the sickle before he could cut a bundle with a "snap".
The woman remained standing there, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the dark field ridges, distant mountains, and the path she had come from.
A moment later, she leaned close to the man and whispered, "Brother Han, I feel uneasy. Something feels off. Shall we go?"
The man didn't even look up, and said in a low voice, "Stop talking nonsense! How many people are there in the Jiang family? How can they possibly protect such a large area of land?"
"Ten catties of this Blood Tooth Rice can be exchanged for one spirit stone. If we work quickly tonight, earning a hundred or so spirit stones won't be difficult at all."
The woman's brows were still furrowed with worry: "But I've heard that Jiang Xiangchun is ruthless, and none of the rogue cultivators who fall into his hands have survived—"
"They're just stupid!"
The man interrupted impatiently: "You don't even know how to pick a place to steal! You dare to go to Qinglu Mountain and disturb the black bamboo!"
"We're still several miles from the foot of the mountain, and it's so dark tonight, how could he possibly find us?"
"Stop dawdling, listen to me, hurry up and cut!"
Seeing his displeasure, the woman swallowed her words, took out her magic weapon, and began harvesting.
The night was eerily quiet, with only the "snap, snap" of rice being harvested remaining.
Neither of them noticed that the field mouse had emerged from another hole more than ten feet away.
It stood on the edge of the field, glanced at them, then took off with its short legs and darted towards Qinglu Mountain, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Time slipped away little by little amidst the rustling sound of rice being harvested.
The pile of blood-red rice on the cart grew higher and higher, like a small, dark red mountain.
Looking at his harvest, the man couldn't help but smile, forgetting even his aching back, and worked with increasing enthusiasm.
The woman was initially uneasy, but seeing the increasing amount of spirit rice and thinking about the spirit stones, magical artifacts, and pills she could exchange for it—
The unease in my heart was gradually suppressed by my growing greed.
She even felt that Brother Han was right; she had been far too cowardly just now.
"That's enough, it's time to go! It'll be dawn soon if we wait any longer."
The man threw the last bundle of blood-tooth rice onto the vehicle and urged them on in a low voice.
The woman straightened up and saw that there was still a large patch of blood-tooth rice left unharvested in the field. She couldn't help but feel regretful: "What a pity—if we had enough time, we could have harvested the rest. Maybe it would have been enough to exchange for a mid-grade magic weapon."
She knew that the Jiang family would be harvesting in a couple of days, and this opportunity would never come again.
The man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with greed: "The spirit rice is gone, but we still have this layer of spirit soil underneath, right?"
"It seems that the Jiang family, this newly emerging cultivation family, is indeed weak in foundation, and cannot even protect its own spiritual fields."
"Once I've established a channel for collecting the spirit soil, we'll—"
Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened, a short, muffled groan escaped his throat, and he slumped to the ground.
"Brother Han?!"
The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly went forward to help him.
The moment my hand touched his chest, I felt a warm, damp, and sticky sensation.
is blood!
Her mind went blank, her body went cold instantly, she abruptly released her grip, and looked around in panic.
Upon seeing this, she froze on the spot.
About ten feet to the side and behind, a figure suddenly appeared.
The person stood silently in the darkness, without making a sound.
Needless to say, this is the person who killed Brother Han!
Han Ge, with his Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation, was killed silently and instantly. With her meager abilities, how could she dare to resist?
"escape!"
The thought had barely formed when a cold voice rang out: "Continue harvesting the spirit rice. If you dare to run, you'll be killed right now."
The woman trembled, and in an instant she understood everything.
They were discovered long ago! The other side isn't making a move just to use them as free labor to harvest more spirit rice!
Regret soaked my entire body like ice water:
Why believe Han Ge's nonsense?
Why would you be greedy for these spirit stones?
She dared not think too much, and with trembling hands picked up the sickle that had fallen to the ground, slowly moved back to the field, and mechanically began to cut.
The sky gradually turned bluish, and the darkness began to recede.
The silhouette of the person in the distance became clearer and clearer:
He was a young man of about twenty years old, with a rugged face and calm eyes; he was Jiang Xiangchun from the Jiang family.
The stalks of the Bloodtooth Rice are exceptionally hard, making them impossible for ordinary people to cut.
The Jiang family cultivators have been busy drawing talismans and making paper lately, leaving them with no time to spare.
So when Stone discovered the two thieves, he didn't rush to make a move, but instead quietly waited in the shadows.
Let them take more, so our own people don't have to do the work.
The sky was already beginning to lighten, visibility was good, and the danger was greatly reduced.
Stone stopped being wary, stepped forward, bent down and took the sickle magic weapon from the dead male cultivator's hand, and also lowered his head to cut rice.
The woman, who had lived in constant fear and anxiety all night, finally couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Sir, after the surgery is over, could you spare my life?"
Shi Tou looked up, his gaze sweeping over her like a blade: "If you want to live, bury your head in your work and stop talking nonsense."
The woman dared not say another word, hurriedly lowered her head, and swung the sickle with all her might.
Even though her arms were trembling with soreness and her back was almost too stiff to straighten, her survival instinct still forced her to keep going.
And so, this strange duo worked silently in the morning light.
From the first rays of dawn until the sun began to set and the sky turned dusky again, the entire spiritual field was finally harvested clean.
The woman slumped to the ground, rubbing her almost numb arm, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart.
After he finishes collecting it, he might keep his promise.
But the next second, Shi Tou's calm voice shattered her illusion: "You should end it yourself; that way you'll suffer less."
All the fear, exhaustion, and despair of the day completely collapsed at this moment.
Tears streamed down the woman's face, and she knelt down with a thud: "My lord, spare my life! I'll never dare to do it again! I swear I'll never go near Qinglu Mountain again! Please—"
Seeing that Shi Tou remained expressionless, she had a sudden inspiration. She ripped open her collar, revealing a patch of white skin below her neck: "My lord! If you spare my life, I'll do anything you ask! I'll serve you—"
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden pain shot through his chest.
She looked down and saw that a short spear was deeply embedded in her body.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her vision gradually blurred, and she eventually sank into boundless darkness.
Stone expressionlessly pulled out his short spear, wiped the blood off the fallen corpse, and muttered under his breath, "Father was right, women always love to use their bodies as weapons to save lives and kill."
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