It has already been three whole days since he crossed over, and it took him immense efforts comparable to the strength of nine oxen and two tigers just to tidy up the chaotic Spiritual Energy within his body.
Only then did he have the chance to step outside and head up to the summit to take a breath of fresh air and soothe his mood.
Next, the only thing he needed to focus on was healing his injuries and then cultivating with all his might.
Other matters were not within Fang Yun's control just yet.
Gathering his tangled thoughts from mind, Fang Yun was about to head down the mountain.
Since he had come out, he might as well take a look at the Spirit Rice that had been plagued by Green Beetles.
It was uncertain whether the agricultural knowledge in his mind could handle these pests in this world.
If it was possible to deal with them, he would do his best to rescue those Spirit Rice.
After all, for him, this was an incredibly rare resource for cultivation.
Thinking this, Fang Yun slowly walked down from the mountaintop.
He reached a cave on the mountainside.
Inside the cave was the only Spiritual Spring of the Fang Family, and it was also where Fang Yun had cultivated before.
In front of the cave was a water channel; a thin stream of water gurgled out from the cave, meandering down along the rock crevices towards the foot of the mountain.
Following the direction of the flow, Fang Yun walked for a moment and came to a depression on the mountain, where he saw the only piece of spirit field owned by the Fang Family.
Calling it a spirit field was a bit of a stretch, but with the nourishment of the spring water from the Spiritual Spring, it was still possible to grow some Low Grade one level Spirit Rice.
The spring water flowing out from the cave gurgled into the spirit field and then continued along the water channel towards the lower mountain from the other end of the spirit field.
Eventually reaching the foot of the mountain, it merged into a magnificent Big River on the island.
Then it rushed southwards all the way to the estuary.
This Big River was the Spirit Water River on Spirit Water Island, but how much spirit water was actually in the river was hard to say.
Even so, along the way, this river still nourished tens of thousands of acres of fields along both banks of the Big River, sustaining hundreds of thousands of mortals of the Fang Family.
With the cool spring water flowing under his feet, Fang Yun slowly walked into the spirit field.
Looking at the remaining Spirit Rice in the field, Fang Yun helplessly shook his head.
The rice ears on the Spirit Rice had been gnawed away, and even the stems of the Spirit Rice were all withered and yellow, clearly beyond rescue or hope.
It seems that he could only remove all these Spirit Rice, and then replant new Spirit Rice.
Fortunately, the former Fang Yun had not used up all the Spirit Rice Seeds.
Otherwise, Fang Yun would really be at a loss.
As for going out to buy new Spirit Rice Seeds, Fang Yun absolutely did not dare to.
After all, the previous Cultivator had just died outside, let alone himself who was just injured and disabled?
But thinking about planting new Spirit Rice, Fang Yun was somewhat worried about whether he might encounter Green Beetles again.
This kind of anxious thought stayed in Fang Yun's mind for only a moment before he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Worrying was useless, as there really wasn't any good defensive strategy for this matter currently.
He could only wait until the filling period of the Spirit Rice and pay extra attention and care.
Or just live directly in the spirit field.
This might be able to salvage some of the losses.
If the original Fang Yun had realized this, he wouldn't have ended up with nothing like now!
Thinking so, Fang Yun approached a stalk of Spirit Rice, bent down, and pinched a green beetle the size of a soybean from its stem.
He held it in his hand and examined it carefully.
He discovered that the beetle had no unique features, nor was it the legendary Spiritual Insect.
There is no attack ability whatsoever.
The only advantage, it seems, is their large numbers.
This is probably why the original Fang Yun, after realizing something was wrong, could do nothing about them.
After discovering that these Green Beetles had no attack power, Fang Yun simply squeezed one lightly and crushed it to bits.
From this point of view, it was indeed good news for Fang Yun.
At least by then, when facing these Green Beetles, he wouldn't be completely helpless.
Afterward, Fang Yun caught some Green Beetles from several stalks of Spirit Rice.
He found they were no different from ordinary pests.
With this, he was completely relieved.
Unfortunately, he did not know how to make any insecticides, otherwise dealing with these pests would be much simpler.
No longer thinking about these things, he uprooted the remaining Spirit Rice and neatly placed them aside.
Then he carefully tidied up the spirit field.
The next day, after completing his healing routine, Fang Yun took the Spirit Rice Seeds and a fine iron hoe, and slowly walked out of the cave towards the spirit field.
It's not that he didn't want to recover from his injuries quickly, but there was truly no better way to heal this kind of meridian injury.
He could only mobilize the mana in his body daily to slowly flow through the injured meridians.
Allowing this mana to gradually nourish the meridians to achieve a recovery effect.
However, this healing method was not only extremely inefficient but also hard to sustain. Running it for more than half two-hour periods each day, the injured meridians would reach their limit.
Continuing further would instead aggravate the injury.
But this was also good, as the remaining time could be used to handle other matters.
In a short while, Fang Yun arrived at the spirit field.
He lifted the fine iron hoe and fiercely hoe towards the spirit field.
Then he exerted force to pry open a small hole in the black soil of the spirit field.
Though the black soil in the spirit field was always soaked in spring water, hoeing it was quite strenuous.
Because the black soil contained Spiritual Power, making it several times heavier than ordinary soil.
It also meant that the cohesive force between the black soil was much stronger than that of ordinary soil.
Without sufficient strength, he couldn't hoe at all.
After spending most of the day, Fang Yun finally dug hundreds of small holes.
Then he carefully placed the seeds of Spirit Rice into the holes and struggled to fill them back up.
After finishing all this, the sky had completely darkened.
Feeling somewhat exhausted, Fang Yun carried the hoe and slowly walked towards the cave.
Arriving at the shore, Fang Yun glanced back at the spirit field.
From the original Fang Yun's memory, he knew that the cultivation of Spirit Rice was simple and unadorned.
There were absolutely no complicated steps like advance breeding or fertilizing.
He didn't know if everyone in this world farmed this way or if the Fang Family simply had no tradition of farming.
Although Fang Yun's mind contained over a hundred ways to make fertilizers.
But after all, the world had changed drastically. Fang Yun needed to consider whether these fertilizers would be compatible with the Spirit Rice.
If he recklessly tried and ended up killing the Spirit Rice, that would be a problem.
For now, it is better to follow the planting methods of this world, and wait for an appropriate opportunity to slowly try the methods from his previous life.