NOVEL WEB Chapter 33 - Returning Loaded
Over this stretch, Li Chuan racked up 17 Blessed Fate points, edging him closer to maxing out all Spirit Planting categories.
[Spirit Planting]: Tier 1, Level 1, 0/1
Tier 1 Spirit Plant Identification: Level 10
Tier 1 Spirit Land Identification: Level 10
Tier 1 Spirit Seed Cultivation: Level 8, 0/3
Tier 1 Spirit Plant Growing: Level 1, 0/1
The Blessed Fate haul was just one perk.
He’d lost count of the spirit plants he’d found—same with the ones he cleared.
And Hu Min, this gift-wrapped bonus, made life way easier—no need to keep running out.
She didn’t lose out either. Tagging along, Li Chuan tossed her bits of spirit fruit when he found them.
Plus, she pocketed dozens of spirit stones daily—way better than sect grunt work.
And she was obedient. After he took the fish from her mouth, she scurried behind him, kneeling flat, all docile-like.
He didn’t even glance back—just sat right on her, landing square on her back like he knew she’d be there.
Sitting on her wasn’t new, after all.
Deep woods like this? Rocks or mud—nothing decent to park on. Hu Min was the best seat.
Not his Dao companion—no guilt in it.
Like making her catch fish with her mouth, no hands—didn’t care a bit.
Perched on her back, he roasted the fish, all chill.
Tasted it—damn good. Spiritual energy in it—raw would’ve still been a treat.
He tore off a chunk and fed it to Hu Min. She opened wide, ate, and chirped, “Thanks, Junior Brother.”
Twenty-plus years of manners, all spent on him these past weeks.
Even sect elders didn’t get this much respect from her.
“Been here long enough—time to head out,” he said.
He hadn’t banked on this small world being so stacked—his Qiankun Bag was bursting.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t rush off.
His maxed Spirit Plant Identification was the real MVP—spotting plants fast.
One glance at the terrain, and he’d guess what grew, how it looked.
Other Tier 1 Spirit Planters? Even a Tier 2 pulling a fraction of his haul would be hot stuff.
“I’m with Junior Brother—whatever you say, I’ll do,” Hu Min said, all eager to please.
Li Chuan played both carrot and stick—not just scaring her, but dangling rewards.
Those occasional spirit fruits? Months of cultivation in one bite.
Daily stones? Enough to focus on training for half a year.
Tailing him, she’d snagged nearly six months’ worth of progress—just needed time to soak it in.
So it wasn’t pure fear driving her—mixed in was hunger.
Strength was king. Being his mule here? Small price—once she powered up, she’d still lord over others.
After eating, they took off.
One sword, Hu Min steering—her doing all the grunt work, naturally.
“Stop,” Li Chuan barked half an hour in. She halted fast.
He stared west. Without a word, she veered that way.
After weeks with him, she’d learned to read his cues.
“Holy—a top-grade Tier 1 fire-attributed spirit land!” His eyes swept the forest below, grin splitting wide.
“Attributed spirit land?!” Hu Min gasped. “Junior Brother’s hitting it big again!”
Plain spirit lands were the norm—attributed ones, one in ten thousand.
Word was, only Tier 3 Spirit Planters in the Minshan branch could spot Tier 1 attributed lands.
Among Tier 1s? One in a million.
She knew he could scout spirit lands—two finds already this month, one low-grade, one mid-low.
But an attributed one? Unreal.
Top-grade fire-attributed land—3,000 contribution per mu. Next to his cash flow, her daily scraps felt like a peasant’s beside a tycoon’s.
“Don’t worry, Senior Sister—I’ll toss you a bonus,” he said.
“Thanks, Junior Brother!” she chirped.
His “bonus” was peanuts compared to his take, but she wouldn’t find another gig this fat.
On the ground, he pulled out tools to draw up the underground energy and handed her an Imaging Stone to record.
For small world spirit lands, you’d report the spot to the sect for rewards.
But to dodge disputes, filming the process with an Imaging Stone was gold.
Same for clearing plants—big ones clogged Qiankun Bags, so you’d record instead.
Harmful spirit grasses, though? Bag ‘em, cash ‘em in for contribution.
Soon, a scorching vibe rose from his spot.
Weeds withered, trees smoked.
Then the woods around him blazed up.
Reclaiming spirit land torched the old growth—saved the sect a step.
Eyeing the fire’s spread, Hu Min scanned and said, “Junior Brother, 4 mu, 4 fen.”
Over 10,000 contribution—even Core Formation elders would drool.
Once the underground energy flowed, Li Chuan shot up. “Got it recorded?”
“Yep, all set.”
“Then we’re out.”
Normal spirit lands kept humming unless trashed, sprouting guardian grasses.
Fire-attributed ones needed fire-type guardians—none on him. Had to report it, let the sect plant them.
Heading back, he snagged more pricey plants, stretching a quick trip into three days.