Days passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, the elder came by as usual to collect the rice, but said nothing about the matter of Chu Feng killing anyone.
It was impossible that no one had reported the incident to the elder, but the fact that the elder did not punish Chu Feng could only mean that the elder truly did not care about such matters.
As for Chen Hui, he had not harvested any rice these past few days. His focus was intense.
"I've grasped it! I've finally grasped it!"
Early in the morning, Chen Hui suddenly shouted in excitement.
He immediately began swinging his sickle, harvesting the rice with great concentration.
Chu Feng glanced over, intending to say something, but upon noticing that while Chen Hui made mistakes at first, he actually corrected himself afterward, he couldn't help but look at him with new eyes.
"Chen Hui's comprehension seems to be even above Bai Yunqing's."
In Chu Feng's estimation, even if Bai Yunqing were here, he might not have grasped as much as Chen Hui had.
This talent was no ordinary thing—it was truly terrifying.
Even though Chen Hui's current cultivation was far below Bai Yunqing's, with talent like his, it was inevitable that he would one day surpass Bai Yunqing.
Chen Hui was incredibly serious. He started at dawn and did not finish until the afternoon, spending a full four hours before finally collecting all the rice.
When he was done, Chen Hui collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat as though rain were pouring down on him.
He was exhausted, but on his simple, honest face, there was nothing but a satisfied smile.
"How was it? Tired?" Chu Feng asked.
"It really wasn't easy."
"Looking at it this way, those people without cultivation must find it just as hard every harvest season, right?" Chen Hui said.
"Of course. Their hardship is ten times ours," Chu Feng replied.
"You're kidding. They don't have to cultivate, don't have to figure out how to adjust with the array's changes—they just have to cut the rice. How could it be ten times harder?" Chen Hui asked.
"They have ordinary bodies. They rely not only on physical strength but also on sheer willpower. It's very grueling work," Chu Feng said.
"Then why do they bother?" Chen Hui asked.
"For their families, and for themselves. Because there's no other path to choose. If they want to survive, this is the only way," Chu Feng said.
"How do you sound like you know all about it? Have you actually interacted with those people?" Chen Hui asked.
"I have. I used to be one of them," Chu Feng said.
"You were born in the Lower Realm?" Chen Hui asked again.
"Mm." Chu Feng nodded.
"Which Lower Realm?" Chen Hui pressed.
Chu Feng did not answer, instead asking, "Do you need me to guide you?"
"No, no, absolutely don't guide me! I know I still have next time, and I can still improve," Chen Hui said.
"If you need anything, just say the word," Chu Feng said.
"No problem!" Chen Hui flashed a wide, brilliant grin.
BOOM—
But suddenly, a deafening blast erupted. From the direction of the sound, a massive fire-rimmed hole appeared in the sky.
The defensive barrier Chu Feng had set up had been shattered.
And two figures were already hurtling through the breach, flying toward them.
One was a man, the other a woman. The man was strikingly handsome, and the woman was fair-skinned and beautiful.
They wore identical, special Spirit World Master robes.
From the barrier patterns reflected on their Spirit World Master robes, it was clear that both of them were powerful.
The woman wore a Blue Dragon Divine Robe, and the man's realm was even higher—he wore a Golden Dragon Divine Robe.
Hanging at their waists were tokens inscribed with three large characters: Immortal Spirit Mansion.
"Immortal Spirit Mansion?"
"Finally, a proper opponent has arrived." Chen Hui muttered softly as he looked at the tokens at their waists.
By now, the two had arrived nearby, but they did not descend. Instead, they hovered high in the air, looking down at Chu Feng from above.
"You must be Chu Feng?" the woman asked.