High School Student with Immortal Race System

Late at night, in the deserted Yang Residence, a tall figure panted, struggling to turn a... seemingly unremarkable pottery jar.

’I was just mocking the Heart-Inquiry Stone Mirror for looking like a Pickled Vegetable Jar, and now I have a real one!’

On the top floor of the ancestral hall, a tall, slender figure’s gaze fell below. Long Jiu, who was responsible for guarding the Yang Residence, stared blankly, silently watching Yang Shen huffing and puffing.

The thing was unnaturally strange. No matter how much strength he used, it was like pouring water into the sand; he couldn’t even lift it a single centimeter off the ground.

Even though he was already using the clever trick of rotating it to move it, every push required his full strength. He felt like he was trying to spin the turbine of a hydroelectric power station with his bare hands.

After just a few rotations, Yang Shen was already getting winded.

He hadn’t been this tired even when he fought his way from the Jinshui District all the way to Jianghuai.

He had just broken through to the Innate Realm and thought he had limitless strength, but the Earth Soil Pottery Jar immediately brought him back down to earth.

Yang Shen gasped, panting heavily.

"I’d really love to see what would happen if I got you onto an elevator... but I doubt I have the strength for it..."

’The nearest elevator is two kilometers away... Cangwu Garden is just too big.’

And so, Yang Shen spent a full half hour, even taking a break once, to finally maneuver the Earth Soil Pottery Jar to the Spirit Field in the backyard.

The area had already been enclosed by walls, but the land was only tilled and otherwise unused.

Moving the pottery jar on the soft soil was even more difficult. It took another hour...

When he finally reached his destination, Yang Shen couldn’t be bothered with anything else and collapsed onto the ground.

As if sensing their master’s activity, many Sun Worms flew out from the surroundings.

The large ones were the size of an adult’s fist, while the small ones were only coin-sized. Of course, there were even more larvae...

These were to be the future caretakers of the Spirit Field. Currently, there were over thirty adult worms, and he estimated there were more than a hundred larvae.

Yang Shen had started breeding them after his college entrance exams. The Sun Worms weren’t naturally in their breeding season, but Yang Shen could instantly induce it. He provided them with enough food and frequently nourished them with Spiritual Qi.

Of course, only the first six, the most robustly developed ones, could be used for combat. The rest were just future helpers for managing the Spirit Field.

These silly creatures circled twice. A few of them landed on the Earth Soil Pottery Jar, their tiny, mung-bean-sized eyes radiating a "wise" glow.

Yang Shen waved his hand to shoo them away, then began to dig a pit. It was only now that he started to feel a bit like a Martial Artist and a Cultivator again. Every strike of the shovel was powerful and heavy, and he’d dug a two-meter-deep pit in no time.

He finally maneuvered the Earth Soil Pottery Jar into the pit, and the task was complete.

After catching his breath, Yang Shen took a pinch of "Earth" from the pottery jar for the sake of an experiment.

While inside the pottery jar, the Earth was completely unremarkable, as inconspicuous as dust at the bottom of a can.

But the moment it left the jar... an abrupt transformation occurred!

A mysterious, yellow-brown aura coiled around Yang Shen’s fingertips, as ethereal as a cloud yet as dense as a stream of mud.

Liveliness and profundity—two contradictory sensations emanated from the Earth at the same time.

The soil was still warm, as if holding the very breath of the Earth Vein.

A single grain could become a vast expanse, silently filling rivers and seas.

As Yang Shen infused it with Spiritual Power, the Earth on his fingertips began to vibrate rapidly, as if it were disturbing space itself.

The pinch of Earth proliferated at an incredible speed. It was as if Yang Shen were holding a "soil fountain."

In an instant, it submerged him.

"Stop! Holy shit..."

Yang Shen looked around. In the blink of an eye, he’d been buried in a mound of earth... He was covered up to his neck!

’What a bizarre thing... What an incredible effect!’

According to the system, this was a top-tier Earth Attribute Treasure of Heaven and Earth.

Yang Shen put the tiny bit of Earth on his fingertip back into the jar, afraid it would get out of control and create an entire mountain in his backyard.

The amount of the original Earth "consumed" was negligible... he couldn’t even feel a difference.

But the drain on his Qi Sea was significant.

’It seems the so-called ability to "fill rivers and seas" still depends on the Cultivator being strong enough.’

Yang Shen lowered his head, picked up a handful of the "fertile soil" that had just been created by the Earth, and sniffed it carefully.

He possessed the Spirit Plant Inheritance and knew how to judge the quality of soil.

He conjured a wisp of flame on his fingertip to illuminate it for observation, then on a whim, he tried to set it on fire.

It worked!

The handful of soil in his hand could actually be ignited!

It seemed bizarre, but it was actually due to a property of the Rising Sun Flame: it can burn "Source" or "Spiritual Qi"!

This meant the soil in his hands was excellent, with an extremely high Source Content.

Although it couldn’t compare to the Earth itself, it was still an incredibly rare and valuable material for planting Spiritual Medicine.

For Spirit Plants, while growth-accelerating Magic was miraculous, soil quality still had a huge impact.

Yang Shen crumbled the soil in his hand... and looked again at the ten-mu Spirit Field...

’Damn it, I spent that money too soon.’

’I just spent tens of thousands on soil improvement and spreading Bottom Fertilizer...’

’Oh well... It’s not like it’s a total waste.’

’I can only say that the Earth Soil Pottery Jar is truly miraculous. Its potential is limitless!’

’If this weren’t modern society where every inch of land has an owner, back in ancient times, creating vast expanses of fertile farmland would have been a piece of cake!’

’As expected of an Inherited Family Treasure. It truly is a family’s ultimate foundation, the kind that could last for ten thousand generations.’

Yang Shen once again took out a tiny amount of Earth, just a small pinch between his fingertips... less than a gram.

He then infused it with Spiritual Power, and sure enough, another incredible fountain of soil erupted.

He began to run through the Spirit Field, spreading it evenly.

By the time the entire ten-mu field was covered in a thick layer of "fertile soil," the bit on his fingertip still hadn’t been used up. The conversion rate was truly astounding.

’The handful that originally came in the jar is probably enough to create an entire mountain... and it will continue to accumulate more based on the condition of the Earth Vein.’

The Earth Soil Pottery Jar was worthy of its title as a Marvel of Heaven and Earth. It was perhaps the most miraculous of all the Inherited Family Treasures he had acquired.

The only shame was that, lacking an inheritance in Artifact Refining, he could only use the Earth in this outrageously wasteful manner.

’Being able to generate "fertile soil" is probably the least important property of the Earth.’

’On the Cultivation Side, this would be no different than using an Immortal Medicine to stew a chicken, or mixing refined gold into cement.’

After all that, Yang Shen completely buried the Earth Soil Pottery Jar, waiting for it to slowly begin its Infection of the Earth Vein and make the Yang Family the Master of Earth Veins here.

The system didn’t say how long it would take, but Yang Shen wasn’t in a hurry.

After finishing his work, a dirt-covered Yang Shen returned to the inner courtyard.

The time was 10:00 PM.

Yang Shen checked his phone and felt it was still early, so he went to the Martial Arts Arena, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

’Cultivation must not stop...’

His maximum daily Cultivation time had reached seven hours, and his efficiency had also increased. With the boost from the Ancestral Residence Array, a full session could grant him up to 20 points of Spiritual Qi.

This meant that going from his current Qi and Blood Value of 1004 to the 3000 required for the Late-stage Innate would take about 100 days without any external assistance. He could reach it by the beginning of next year.

Considering he might have other breakthroughs along the way, it could take even less time.

By then, he would reach the True Gang Realm at the age of 18 and a half, or perhaps 19.

’If I don’t hide my strength, I’ll most likely end up on the Qilin List...’

’Could I be even faster? Absolutely. There are always more solutions than problems.’

Hidden beneath the Yang Residence was a "Blessed Land" where the concentration of Spiritual Qi was far greater than normal.

’But the pain-in-the-ass problem is... there’s no oxygen down there!’

’Even at the Innate Realm, I can only hold my breath for half an hour at most, which isn’t nearly enough. Cultivating while breathing from an oxygen tank is just too ridiculous. My state of mind wouldn’t be stable; it would be like sitting on pins and needles, and something could easily go wrong.’

But if he were to excavate and modify the Earth Palace to pipe in oxygen, the Qi Storage Pavilion wouldn’t be able to handle it. The items inside have only been preserved thanks to the sealed environment. In fact, the bone fragments he brought out the first time had already started to decay. To protect the rest, Yang Shen never took anything else out, only going in occasionally to make transcriptions.

’The only short-term solution would be... to go down with a whole series of oxygen tanks...’

’Oh well, I’ll just make do for now. We’re about to move, and there are a lot of chores to handle. Better to play it safe for the time being.’

....

After a light three-hour cultivation session, Yang Shen walked into the ancestral hall at 1:00 AM. He lit three new sticks of incense before heading upstairs.

On the top floor, Long Jiu stood motionless behind a window.

She was still wearing a hoodie and stylish, slim-fit pants. With her face and eyes slightly downcast, she truly resembled a doll.

During this period, Yang Shen had completed his research into Long Jiu’s "operating system." He had even attempted to simulate the form of the Alien Source in her mind, hoping to understand it through the principles of Arrays.

His progress was painfully slow, but the possibility of Long Jiu being controlled again was now minuscule.

’So... I can’t let her talent go to waste like this.’

For the entire summer vacation, aside from simple Body Forging, Long Jiu had received no Source Supplement, so her Qi and Blood Value hadn’t changed at all.

For a genius who had reached the Middle Stage of Innate at just seventeen, wasting three months was a criminal waste of talent.

’But I can’t possibly give her Supplements; they’re too expensive. So, teaching her Cultivation is the only way.’

’The prerequisite is... finding that Altar Master and getting some answers about certain secrets.’

’And then conveniently kill him...’

’As long as Long Jiu is completely free from the influence of the Rebel Species, she’ll be the most loyal and tight-lipped person I know. I could even teach her a Cultivation Technique and let my big action figure continue to advance.’

’Once more family members move in and school starts, it won’t be so convenient to sneak out in the middle of the night to kill pests.’

Yang Shen raised his hand. A black substance condensed in his palm, forming a mask that covered Long Jiu’s face.

As the mask settled over her, Long Jiu slowly lifted her head, as if she had just been activated.

And on Long Jiu’s chest, half of a Dragon Jade lay quietly.

Although she hadn’t received any Source Supplement, Yang Shen had given the other half of the Twin Dragon Jade to Long Jiu for safekeeping.

In reality, she now possessed... at least the power of a Late-stage Innate expert.

Yang Shen also formed his own black, streamlined helmet.

A moment later, two blurry figures leaped directly from the fourth floor of the ancestral hall, turning into afterimages and disappearing into the Jianghuai night...

He hoped to take care of these miscellaneous tasks before school started.

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