Chapter 2

Watching this scene, Zhang Dong and Yang Cui were dumbfounded.

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"Damn, shameless..." Yang Cui cursed.

Zhang Dong nodded but subconsciously swallowed hard, his mind wandering.

Yang Cui, who was pressed against Zhang Dong, felt his gradually rising body heat. Her fair face flushed, and even her ears turned red, making her look incredibly alluring.

"Winter, you...?" Yang Cui's voice trembled.

Zhang Dong's expression turned flustered, realizing that Yang Cui had noticed his thoughts.

He stammered, "Yang Cui, it's... it's not my fault. It's really because... Li You Tian and Wang Yan..."

Hearing Zhang Dong's explanation, Yang Cui pursed her lips but did not respond. In fact, her heart was not as calm as it appeared.

Seeing that Yang Cui was not angry, Zhang Dong blushed and tried his best to control his emotions.

However, he did not notice that a golden toad had suddenly jumped out from the depths of the stone box.

The toad glanced at the two of them, then jumped up and bit Zhang Dong's calf. It then transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into Zhang Dong's calf.

Zhang Dong's vision went black, and he fainted.

Zhang Dong had a dream.

He dreamed of a golden toad that transformed into an elderly man with a sage-like demeanor.

The old man said to him, "You are my destined disciple, Jin Chan Dao Ren. I became an immortal by chance, receiving the legacy of Shennong. Now, I am going to seek Shennong, and I will pass this legacy to you... Take good care of it."

With that, the old man vanished.

When Zhang Dong suddenly woke up, he found himself lying on a stone slab by the pond.

Beside him, Yang Cui was anxiously holding her phone, trying to find a signal.

Zhang Dong struggled to sit up.

Yang Cui was overjoyed, "Oh, Winter, you're finally awake... You scared me to death just now. I thought something was wrong with you!"

Zhang Dong asked, "Yang Cui, what happened? Why did I fall asleep?"

Yang Cui replied, "I don't know. You suddenly fainted, and it scared me to death. After Li You Tian and Wang Yan left, I had to drag you out with great effort. I was going to ask you what happened too."

Zhang Dong was surprised, "Li You Tian and Wang Yan finished so quickly?"

"Damn," Yang Cui spat, "That old man, what can he do? He's just a silver-tipped spear, a fake. When they left, Wang Yan was still cursing..."

Then she glanced at Zhang Dong, her face blushing, "Winter, you're not a good person either, humph."

With that, she got up and ran away, leaving Zhang Dong with a look of embarrassment.

Yang Cui ran all the way to the mountain stream, leaning against a tree and panting heavily.

She felt her face burning, as if she had a high fever.

"Winter, so strong!"

"Unfortunately, after finishing university, he couldn't even find a job and came back to farm..."

Yang Cui muttered to herself, her mind filled with Zhang Dong's image that she couldn't shake off.

After a while, Zhang Dong also adjusted his mood, left the pond, and returned to his cornfield.

On the way, he was surprised to find that he was full of energy.

At the same time, his mind was filled with a lot of chaotic information.

Shennong's legacy, the Lingyu Technique.

What is this?

Zhang Dong was completely confused.

He recited the incantation of the Lingyu Technique.

Suddenly, a light rain started to fall within a few meters above his head.

After the rain, Zhang Dong was amazed to find that the grass, which was originally short and even yellow, had turned green and grown taller, with the leaves becoming crystal clear.

Could this be related to the Lingyu Technique?

Zhang Dong organized the information in his mind.

He suddenly realized that the Lingyu Technique could convert the spiritual energy around him into spiritual rain.

The spiritual rain could promote plant growth and even give plants some special effects...

However, when Zhang Dong tried to use the Lingyu Technique again, he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't make it work.

Moreover, a wave of fatigue washed over him, making him feel weak and powerless.

"It seems that using the Lingyu Technique is very energy-consuming..."

"That dream was real!"

"I really received Shennong's legacy, but I am too weak now and can only use the Lingyu Technique..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Dong jumped up excitedly.

He was the first college student in Dongshan Village and had even been accepted into a prestigious university.

Back then, he was the pride of the village.

However, after graduation, Zhang Dong wandered through several cities but couldn't find a decent job.

His long-term girlfriend also broke up with him and turned to a rich second-generation man.

Feeling disheartened, Zhang Dong returned to Dongshan Village.

Since then, Zhang Dong had become a laughingstock in the village.

"Now that I have Shennong's legacy, what do I have to fear?"

"Big cities, I don't need to go there anymore."

"I, Zhang Dong, will become wealthy and successful in this small Dongshan Village... and carve out a place for myself."

Zhang Dong clenched his fist, suddenly feeling confident.

It was already late, and he was tired from using the Lingyu Technique, so he carried his hoe and went home.

As he entered the village, he ran into the person he disliked the most in the village.

This person was named Zhou Zheng, who had a beautiful daughter named Zhou Ying.

When Zhou Ying was preparing for her college entrance exam, she asked Zhang Dong for tutoring.

Considering they were from the same village and were neighbors, Zhang Dong agreed.

However, because of the tutoring, Zhou Ying's father, Zhou Zheng, thought Zhang Dong had designs on his precious daughter.

For this reason, Zhou Zheng caused a lot of trouble.

When Zhang Dong saw Zhou Zheng, he planned to pretend not to see him and pass by, but Zhou Zheng stopped him.

Zhou Zheng looked at Zhang Dong with disdain and said coldly, "Winter, let me tell you, my daughter will graduate next year, and she has already found a job... Don't even think about having designs on my daughter. If you dare to harass Yingzi, I'll break your legs..."

With that, Zhou Zheng stormed off.

Zhang Dong: "..."

Damn Zhou Zheng.

When did I ever fancy your daughter?

Even if you begged me to marry your daughter in the future, I wouldn't want to.

Being threatened for no reason, Zhang Dong's mood was understandably bad.

Although Zhou Zheng's daughter, Zhou Ying, was quite beautiful, to be honest, Zhang Dong had never thought about anything with her.

With a heart full of resentment, he returned to his dilapidated home.

To support his education, his parents had worked hard all their lives, and they passed away before he graduated.

Now, Zhang Dong lived with his sister, Zhang Zhaodi.

As he entered the yard, his sister was starting a fire to cook dinner.

His sister, in the prime of her youth, was extremely beautiful, like a peony that outshone all other flowers.

But because of their family and him, his sister had to stay in this poor mountain village and take care of the household.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dong felt a pang in his heart.

He secretly resolved to become wealthy and successful, so his sister could live a good life.

At the same time, seeing her weary brother, Zhang Zhaodi smiled sweetly and called Zhang Dong to eat dinner.

Zhang Dong nodded.

Although many people in the village looked down on him, his sister never did.

He put down his hoe, washed his hands, and changed into clean clothes.

At the dinner table, Zhang Dong pondered how to use Shennong's legacy, especially the Lingyu Technique, which he had tested and must be utilized well.

To become wealthy and successful, the first pot of gold would have to come from the Lingyu Technique.

"Winter, come and eat. What are you spacing out for?" Zhang Zhaodi reminded him, "The food will get cold and won't taste good. Come, try this cabbage heart. It's the cabbage I grew myself."

As she spoke, Zhang Zhaodi wrinkled her nose and made a funny face, trying to cheer Zhang Dong up.

She thought Zhang Dong was upset about the gossip in the village.

Since his return, the villagers had said many things about Zhang Dong, calling him a waste of a college education and a useless person.

Zhang Dong, seeing his sister's playful expression, understood her intentions.

He smiled and reassured her that he was fine, then picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks: "I'll definitely try the cabbage my sister grew!"

He put the stir-fried cabbage in his mouth.

To be honest, the stir-fried cabbage wasn't very tasty.

Especially the plain stir-fried cabbage, which was watery and lacked flavor and texture.

But Zhang Dong still ate it with relish because it was the cabbage his sister had grown and cooked herself.

While eating the cabbage, he had a sudden idea.

Late at night.

The alarm on Zhang Dong's cracked phone went off.

He jumped out of bed, tiptoed to the yard gate, and went to his vegetable patch.

In this vegetable patch, which was about half the size of a football field, there were many cabbages.

Since they had been planted not long ago, the cabbages were only halfway grown.

Normally, it would take at least twenty days to harvest them and sell them at the nearby market.

But with the Lingyu Technique, it might be different.

Zhang Dong had the idea during dinner to try the Lingyu Technique in the middle of the night.

He looked around to make sure no one was there, then recited the incantation and made some gestures.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and a light rain started to fall above his head.

The spiritual rain lasted for over a minute.

Zhang Dong turned on his phone flashlight and observed carefully.

The cabbages were growing visibly.

"Great..."

"What if I keep using the Lingyu Technique?"

Zhang Dong was curious to see what would happen if he kept using the Lingyu Technique to nourish one spot.