Battling Records of the Chosen One

C1 - The Young Boy - Lin Xun

The southwest border of Ziyao Empire was characterized by numerous arrays of mountain ridges and peaks, earning the name of Natural Moat formed by the Three Thousand Mountains.

The sunset glow dyed the sky red like a burning fire. And a smoke was curling up high in the sky far away.

Seeing that, Lin Xun's eyes brightened. Wiping away the sweat from his forehead, he made a long sigh and said "Finally, I find a place where people live..."

He had been trekking through the badlands for almost 7 days, sleeping out in wildness and eating wild fruits. There were many dangers and tribulations along the way, and several times he was nearly torn up by beasts.

Right now, that thin wisp of smoke up in the sky did cheer Lin Xun up and gave his exhausted body a refreshing boost, even though it was far away.

He kept going.

Soon, an area of neatly cultivated spiritual lands came into sight. Now Lin Xun was more certain that there must be a village nearby.

The spiritual grains were about to ripe. A gust of breeze moved past the lands, ruffling the green and heavy spiritual grains and bringing a subtle fragrance of fresh herbs with it.

"Growing this way, these spiritual grains can be harvested in less than 10 days...Hum? Something is wrong."

Lin Xun seemed to have found something unusual. He came up to the grains by the roadside, watched closely, and then found that these spiritual grains, though looking good, were actually not in a positive state.

The earth was wet and fertile with rich spiritual energy; however, the green stalks of the grains seemed to be showing a subtle sign of withering, which was hard to notice without close observation.

Lin Xun pulled out a strain of spiritual grains. After a moment of examination, he twisted the surface of the light green stalks with fingertips.

Then he was shocked when he saw that there were numerous tiny grit-sized white worms wriggling around the stalks and nibbling away the vitality of the grains.

Sand-spot worms!

The spiritual grains were infested with pests.

From Lin Xun's judgment, if these sand-spot worms could not be eliminated soon, all those ripening spiritual grains would die away and lose all the spiritual force. By that time, even if the grains were reaped, owner of these grains would suffer great losses. Or worse, not a single grain could be reaped.

"It seems like this village has no spiritual tattooists, or else they would not let the ripening spiritual grains get to such a terrible condition."

Lin Xun pondered for a minute, and then shook his head, realizing that no spiritual tattooist would be willing to live in such poor mountains. From what he had learned, they were highly respected in this world.

At that moment, Lin heard a sigh suddenly.

Turning around, Lin Xun found a strong middle-aged man in animal skin sitting on the edge of the spiritual land not far away, staring blankly at the spiritual grains and sighing unceasingly.

The swarthy man looked so worried with a furrowed brow.

Seeing this, Lin Xun walked towards the middle-aged man and asked, "Uncle, are you worried about the spiritual land?"

"Yes, it hasn't rained for a whole god-dammed month! If this dry weather continues, I will reap nothing from 0.5-acre spiritual land at harvest time!" The middle-aged man in animal skin seemed to be depressed for long and complained immediately when asked.