District D Spirit Field was located in the most remote valley of the Qingyun Sect's Outer Sect.

The spiritual energy here was thin, shrouded all year round in a faint mist, giving it a somewhat chilly and gloomy atmosphere.

Following the map on the wood slip, Lin Changsheng twisted and turned for nearly half an hour before finally finding his plot of land.

When he saw the so-called "Spirit Field No. 9527," even with his calm temperament, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

Was this even a spirit field?

It was clearly a pile of rubble!

Across an area the size of two football pitches, half-human tall weeds grew rampant, interspersed with stones of various sizes.

The soil was a barren grayish-white, devoid of spiritual energy, and barely even damp.

Planting spirit grain here would likely not even recover the cost of the seeds.

"That Steward Wang really knows how to handle things."

Lin Changsheng sneered.

This wasn't just making things difficult; it was outright humiliation.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Forget it, lowering himself to argue with such a petty person would only degrade his own status.

It's just a piece of broken land, isn't it?

He had plenty of ways to transform it.

He extended his hand, and an invisible mind power spread out.

The stones on the ground, regardless of size, began to tremble slightly.

Then, one by one, they floated up, automatically and neatly stacking themselves along the edge of the field.

Next, the wildly growing weeds seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, uprooted, and tossed aside.

In just a moment, the original pile of rubble turned into a flat, empty space.

But that wasn't enough.

Lin Changsheng infused his mind power into the ground.

He could "see" that the soil beneath was compacted and lifeless.

With a thought, the entire plot of land began to churn violently, as if a high-powered plow had turned it inside out.

The hardened clumps of soil were crushed, becoming loose and breathable.

After all this, Lin Changsheng didn't even break a sweat.

He looked at his handiwork and nodded in satisfaction.

Although the quality of the soil hadn't changed, at least now it looked like a field that could be cultivated.

Just then, a sarcastic voice came from not far away.

"Oh, isn't this Junior Brother Lin? Congratulations on getting such a 'prime piece of land.'"

Lin Changsheng turned to look.

He saw three young men in Outer Sect disciple uniforms walking toward him.

Leading them was none other than Zhang Yang, who had repeatedly caused him trouble.

The other two, Lin Changsheng vaguely remembered, seemed to be Zhang Yang's followers.

Their spirit fields were nearby.

At this moment, they stood with arms crossed, looking at Lin Changsheng and his newly cleared "prime field" with mocking expressions.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you're joking. This piece of land is indeed not bad."

Lin Changsheng responded calmly.

"Not bad? Hahaha!"

Zhang Yang laughed exaggeratedly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Lin Changsheng, is there something wrong with your brain? You call the worst rocky land in District D 'not bad'? Are you blind or just stupid?"

The two followers behind him also burst into laughter.

"Zhang, don't say that about him. Maybe he just likes this style?"

"Exactly, look at him, he even leveled the ground so neatly. What a diligent person."

Their words were filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Lin Changsheng remained expressionless.

He could see clearly now that these people were just bored troublemakers.

"If you have nothing better to do, please don't disturb me while I'm farming."

Lin Changsheng issued a polite eviction.

"Farming? On this piece of junk land, what can you possibly grow?"

Zhang Yang sneered, stepping forward to stomp on the freshly turned soil.

He ground his foot into it with force.

"I'm telling you, trash should act like trash. Stay quietly in the corner and don't come out to be an eyesore.

This piece of land is the perfect place for someone like you."

Zhang Yang's face was full of satisfaction.

He wanted to humiliate Lin Changsheng.

He wanted to see Lin Changsheng's angry but helpless expression.

Only then could he satisfy his pathetic vanity.

Lin Changsheng's gaze finally turned cold.

He could disregard the quality of the spirit field.

He could ignore others' gossip.

But that didn't mean he would tolerate someone stepping all over him and acting high and mighty.

Even a clay figurine has some fire.

If a tiger doesn't show its might, do they really think it's a sick cat?

"Senior Brother Zhang, I advise you to remove your foot."

Lin Changsheng's voice was calm, betraying no emotion.

"Oh, are you angry?"

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow, not only refusing to remove his foot but stomping twice more.

"So what if I step on it? What can you do? Are you going to fight me?"

He was confident.

He was a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining, albeit just at the early stage, but dealing with a newcomer whose cultivation level couldn't even be discerned was a piece of cake.

He even hoped Lin Changsheng would make the first move.

That way, he could justifiably "teach" this ignorant newcomer a lesson.

The sect rules prohibited private fights.

But if the other party struck first, it wouldn't be his fault.

The two followers behind him also rubbed their hands, ready to watch the show.

The air seemed to freeze.

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Lin Changsheng quietly watched Zhang Yang, neither speaking nor moving.

Just as Zhang Yang thought he had backed down and was about to throw a few more insults to humiliate him further, something unexpected happened.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Yang suddenly cried out, feeling something trip his ankle hard.

His balance was lost, and he uncontrollably fell forward.

Right in front of him was the small ditch Lin Changsheng had just dug.

Though shallow, it was filled with last night's rainwater, mixed with mud, black and foul.

"Thud!"

Zhang Yang fell headfirst into it.

A perfect faceplant.

Mud splattered all over his head and face.

His two followers were dumbfounded.

One moment, their boss was strutting around; the next, he was face down in the mud.

The ground was flat, so how did he trip?

Lin Changsheng stood still, not moving an inch.

He had merely used a sliver of mind power to form an invisible "Earth Spike" by Zhang Yang's foot.

The effect was evident.

"Cough, cough... ptooey, ptooey!"

Zhang Yang crawled out of the ditch, his mouth full of mud.

His clothes were so filthy that their original color was unrecognizable.

A few rotten grass leaves clung to his hair.

He looked as ridiculous as could be.

He glared at Lin Changsheng, shouting angrily.

"You... you dared to trick me!"

Lin Changsheng spread his hands innocently.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I've been standing here the whole time, without moving an inch. Everyone saw it."

He gestured to the surroundings.

Unbeknownst to him, other disciples working in the nearby fields had been drawn by the commotion and were craning their necks to watch the spectacle.

They had indeed seen that Zhang Yang had tripped on his own, with no involvement from Lin Changsheng.

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