Starting with 50 Spirit Stones and 2 Hours with My Senior Sister as Daoist Consort

Li Chuan’s real-world experience was top-notch—he had zero interest in mixed beast-and-plant small worlds.

After becoming a Spirit Planter, he realized there were plenty of contribution-earning gigs for them in small worlds.

Take spirit plant clearing tasks: any useless plants in a small world—toxic or worthless to cultivators—could be uprooted for contribution rewards.

These plants fetched no spirit stones, but they had to go for the sake of other plants’ growth. Some Spirit Planters even specialized in them, snagging those jobs on purpose.

Then there’s the big one: spirit land reclamation.

Spirit fields and spirit soil weren’t just there naturally.

They were like wells—water’s underground, but you’ve got to dig for it.

Finding where the water hides? That’s the trick.

Same with spirit fields and soil—spiritual energy flows beneath, but not everywhere. Spirit Planters had to pinpoint it, draw it up, and shape it into fields or soil as needed.

That’s where Li Chuan’s Spirit Land Identification came in.

Plenty of contribution there too—100 points for reclaiming one mu of low-grade Tier 1 spirit land, 1,000 for top-grade Tier 1 fields.

But the skill was a beast to master, so few took those jobs.

Li Chuan dumped his 11 stashed Blessed Fate points into Spirit Land Identification right away.

Tier 1 Spirit Land Identification: Level 8, 1/3

Level 8 was enough to scope out most Tier 1 spirit lands.

He picked up clearing tasks, reclamation gigs, and some alchemists’ spirit plant bounties.

Those bounties paid more—spirit stones and contribution—than just selling plants straight-up.

He realized he’d shorted himself selling to the sect before.

No biggie, though—the priciest Spirit-Siphoning Grass had no buyers anyway, so the loss was small.

Clearing and reclaiming needed special tools. Good thing he’d saved some stones for an immortal bond with Mo Xiangling.

All set, he grabbed his task token and flew toward Small World No. 43.

A Tier 1 plant-heavy world, cracked open by the Yin-Yang Sect this year—loaded with spirit plants, but risks galore.

Beyond toxic ones, plenty packed an attack.

That’s why you needed Spirit Planter creds to get in—one reason, at least.

Those aggressive plants were camouflage pros. Don’t know them? You’re dead before you blink.

Small World No. 43 sat twenty-odd li from the sect—farther than No. 1.

That’s how small worlds worked.

Undiscovered ones drifted in the void, feeding on spiritual energy, so they gravitated toward rich spots.

Meaning: spirit stone mines and veins always had small worlds lurking nearby.

That’s why over forty had popped up around the Yin-Yang Sect—thanks to its vein.

No natural paths linked small worlds to this one, but cultivators could force a channel open with the right tricks.

Small worlds had a built-in dodge instinct too—they avoided clustering. Once a channel locked one in place, others steered clear.

Hence No. 43’s twenty-li haul.

Being that far out, it had a dozen guard disciples—none above Qi Refining.

The channel was tough to bust, and sect bigwigs wouldn’t let it happen. The guards were just there for stray beasts.

Real threats? That’s for the sect elders, and twenty li was a hop for them.

Li Chuan flashed his task token and slipped in easy.

No token? A Spirit Planter badge worked too.

Not long after, Hu Min rolled up with her own token.

She wasn’t a Spirit Planter and solo to boot—normally, she’d need one to tag along as a guard.

But her Dao companion, Zhou Hanhe, handed out task tokens. Connections, baby—doors open.

Small World No. 43 was way quieter than No. 1.

No. 1 hit you with spirit fields right off the bat.

No. 43? Lush green jungles, rolling hills, and a few piddly fields and patches you could ignore.

Too many spirit plants mucked up reclamation.

They didn’t just sip spiritual energy from the air—they sucked it from below too.

Underground, it wasn’t like a fixed river—plants yanked it their way.

Too many plants, and the energy went haywire, chasing every which way, lost on who to please.

So when a small world’s plants were still thick, carving out spirit land was a slog.

That’s why No. 43 had so little tamed ground.

Li Chuan picked a direction and took off.

Hu Min popped up soon after, but she didn’t sword-fly high—stuck to the trees, hiding from him.

She had no clue he’d clocked her ages ago. Hell, he slowed down so she wouldn’t lose him.

Along the way, he’d dip into the woods, plucking plants.

Hu Min watched him spot stuff from the sky and was floored.

The Spirit Planters she’d tailed before hunted by growth patterns and habitats—landing, poking around forever to find anything.

Li Chuan nailing it this fast? First time she’d seen that.

She started doubting she could swipe anything—he was too quick.

Ambushing him post-haul to grab it all crossed her mind, but she nixed it fast.

Killing a sect mate for loot was a death wish—if it ever got out, no mercy, no way back.

Tailing and claiming “I saw it first” mid-dig? That was small potatoes—even if it hit the sect, no big deal.

The sect didn’t coddle the weak. Whiners got a lecture: “Toughen up, learn from it.”