I Am Grinding Experience in Another World

Early in the morning, the sun rose in the east.

Jilong Mountain was enshrouded in a light mist above and below.

Chen Mu pushed open the window on the second floor, stretched, and yawned.

A streak of red light shot out from his sleeve, circled Sunrise Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Then it danced within the mountain’s summit clouds for a while before turning into a red line and flying back in front of the small building.

The Mechanical Technique was like equipping a Flying Sword with eyes; a single Flying Escape around Sunrise Mountain provided an easy view of its entire scenery.

The exhilarating feeling of looking down from high above prompted him to take his Magic Sword for a spin around Sunrise Mountain every morning.

At this moment, in the space in front of the building, the red light weaved back and forth, and the Flying Sword practiced stabbing and stopping abruptly. After a while, Chen Mu reluctantly put away the Vermilion Feather Sword.

He summoned the gray wall, and the Mechanical Technique’s progress appeared.

"Interest is indeed the greatest motivation," Chen Mu thought cheerfully.

He hadn’t practiced deliberately, but whenever he had time, he would send his Magic Sword flying around the mountain for fun. Before he knew it, he had grinded out more than eight thousand experience points for the Mechanical Technique.

After stretching again, he activated the Five Ghosts Black Smoke to sweep from head to toe, removing dust and taking away fatigue. Chen Mu then refreshed himself and headed into the kitchen on the first floor to make breakfast.

...

In front of the porch.

Chen Mu sat on a low bamboo chair, eating a Qi Family stuffed bun, while habitually activating the Truthful Listening Technique.

The next moment, the hustle and bustle of the market district below the mountain reached his ears.

This was a recent habit he had developed, like listening to the radio, he tuned in to the Jilong Road market district channel every day to keep up with the latest developments.

"Rallying troops and horses, ready to continue expanding territory?"

"Tsk, when will it ever end."

He took a bite of the cool mountain wild vegetables and frowned involuntarily.

He used to worry about Jilong Road’s belligerence, but now it almost felt like the norm.

Since the Upper Court completed its relocation, Jilong Road had been expanding like clockwork, constantly swallowing up small sects to enlarge its territory.

Fortunately, Jilong Mountain had become a branch residence, a production base for Spirit Rice and Spiritual Medicine, out of reach from the battles.

"Coming to Jilong Mountain was really the right move."

Just as he was engrossed in various gossip news, a faint but unusual sound reached his ears.

Listening closely, he discovered the noise was coming from the Yellow Bud Rice fields over the mountainside.

"Yellow Bud Rice... wailing?"

Chen Mu was stunned, forgetting to swallow the mouthful of Yellow Bud Rice porridge.

After carefully listening for a while, he couldn’t help but frown, stand up, and look toward the terraced fields at the foot of the mountain: "I need to go check it out."

Yellow Bud Rice was the main ingredient for Fasting Pills. If the yield decreased, it would definitely affect his Fasting Pill refining.

...

For several days in a row, besides practicing his techniques, Chen Mu couldn’t help meticulously observing the Yellow Bud Rice with the Truthful Listening Technique, even making special trips to the Spiritual Field to investigate.

But as time passed, the Yellow Bud Rice continued to send out signals of hunger, and its once plump and erect leaves began to wilt and droop.

In front of the porch, Yuanbao crouched honestly, staring blankly at the sky.

But Mo Wuzhou was staring at the Yellow Bud Rice fields below the mountain with a troubled look.

He was a disciple who had come from the Lower Courtyard and had planted Yellow Bud Rice before. No matter how much he investigated, he couldn’t find the root of the problem. After consulting with several old farmers who had been planting Spirit Rice for many years and conducting some experimental measures together, there was still no improvement.

"Could it be possible that some kind of Exotic Beast or magical insect is stealing the Vital Energy?" Chen Mu sat in the rocking chair, squinting at the Spiritual Fields below the mountain.

"Did you find something?" asked Mo Wuzhou with some surprise.

"Just a bit of a guess," Chen Mu shook his head.

In the past couple of days, he had been investigating. With his Third Rank planting skills, it should have been easy to identify the reason for the Yellow Bud Rice’s languishing condition.

"The root cause for the current symptoms of the Yellow Bud Rice lies in the lack of Vital Energy."

"It seems that the Earth Spirit Vital Energy, which should have been absorbed by the Yellow Bud Rice, has been covertly snatched away by something."

He suspected that some unknown Exotic Beast or magical insect was causing trouble.

"Has Yuanbao noticed anything?" Chen Mu looked at the large toad beside him.

"Croak!"

"Nothing?" Chen Mu narrowed his eyes in confusion: "That’s strange."

If there were any insects around, with the toad’s racial talents, it should not have been difficult to detect.

"If we can’t find the reason soon, we’ll have no choice but to ask for help from Elder Song," Mo Wuzhou said with a sense of helplessness.

Not only the Yellow Bud Rice but also the medicinal fields on Jilong Mountain had shown varying degrees of wilting.

"If Elder Song takes action, then there’s nothing better," Chen Mu said with a smile.

Song Wujie was best at controlling and breeding insects, and as an old Condensing Aperture expert, should any major disaster occur, he’d be able to take the lead.

However, Mo Wuzhou’s brows remained furrowed.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.

"I’m afraid that even Elder Song might not be able to solve it."

"Do you know something?" Chen Mu’s eyebrows rose in question.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu and after a moment’s hesitation spoke up, "Do you remember the incident on Zhongshan Path?"

Chen Mu’s heart skipped a beat, "Are you talking about the wilting of the Spirit Rice at the resource point on Zhongshan Path?"

Mo Wuzhou nodded, "That condition was called the ’Wilting Disease’ by the elders."

"It starts with the Spirit Rice and Spiritual Medicine gradually wilting and dying before spreading to all vegetation."

"In the end, the entire Spirit Vein Mountain will turn barren, no longer suitable for living or cultivation."

Mo Wuzhou looked gravely at the Yellow Bud Rice Fields in front of the mountain, "I suspect that Jilong Mountain might have already been infected without our knowledge."

"Jilong Mountain was once the heart of the Daoist heritage, flourishing for hundreds of years. Could it really be so easily struck down and finished?" Chen Mu found it hard to believe.

Mo Wuzhou glanced at Chen Mu, "Zhongshan Path also had hundreds of years of Daoist heritage, but now its gates have turned into a bald hill of yellow soil."

Chen Mu’s face immediately turned grim.

...

In less than half a month, the situation had already begun to rapidly deteriorate.

The lush green Yellow Bud Rice all over the mountain was wilting uncontrollably, now a mix of yellow and green.

Chen Mu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, gazing out at the terraced fields below.

Thick smoke billowed from the fields, the work of the Lower Courtyard disciples burning and uprooting the severely wilted Spiritual Fields.

Not only that, but in the past few days, the Lower Courtyard disciples had also poured a great deal of Insecticide into the Spiritual Fields and buried large amounts of Bone Powder fertilizer. Yet, they still could not stop the spread of the wilting symptoms.

"Has Jilong Mountain truly contracted that mysterious wilting disease?" Chen Mu’s face was ugly.

Not long ago, Song Wujie had arrived at Jilong Mountain.

He had released countless Spirit Insects to search the mountain the very same day, but still found nothing.

"This is trouble."

At dusk, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair in front of the window on the second floor, his brows knit with worry, the beautiful red sunset unable to attract his gaze.

"Did those elders on Jilong Road discover some issues long ago, and that’s why they led the relocation of the Upper Court?"

"It’s only been less than a year since the change to an annex, are we going to have to run again?" Chen Mu said helplessly.

He had been running around for the past few years, barely having any peace.

"I really wish I could find a paradise where I could grind to the top before coming down from the mountain."

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As he wondered whether it was time to prepare to flee, a Five Ghosts Paper Man suddenly flew to his window.

Since he had reached the limit with the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain, the Five Ghosts Paper Man seemed to come alive, often scampering around the house when there was nothing to do.

Chen Mu found it curious but didn’t interfere.

But today’s Paper Man, with its wide open mouth, gleefully ran up to Chen Mu and was out of the ordinary. It didn’t appear alone; it rode on a meter-long, serpent-like grayish-white wisp of smoke.

The smoke wisp writhed under his feet as if it were a living thing!

"What is this?" Chen Mu leaned in with curiosity.

The next moment, the serpent-shaped smoke wisp suddenly shot towards his face, its front end rapidly morphing, revealing the face of a stranger.

The face was expressionless, almost pressed up against Chen Mu, just staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Fuck!

He was startled into a shiver, and instinctively slapped at it.

But to his surprise, his hand passed right through the white smoke without any resistance.

Yet, at that instant, Chen Mu felt as if his right hand had been soaked in an ice hole for an entire day, bone-chillingly cold.

And the face-shaped smoke wisp took advantage of the moment the Five Ghosts Paper Man flew up to dodge, its smokey tail flicking, and disappeared into thin air.

"What kind of ghostly thing is this? How could it appear on Mist Smoke Mountain?!" Chen Mu’s scalp tightened.

Feeling the residual coldness on his palm, he was thoroughly creeped out.

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