Chapter 33: Little Gold's Slumber
Time: Three Months Later.
Location: The Dimensional Farming Space.
The seasons inside the Farming Space did not bow to the cycles of the outside world. While Green Willow City was currently gripped by the biting frost of deep winter, forcing mortals to huddle around charcoal braziers, the dimensional farm remained bathed in perpetual, golden sunlight.
The air here was thick—not with humidity, but with vitality. It was so rich with Qi that every breath felt like drinking a mouthful of high-grade tonic.
Luo Feng stood near the edge of the Spirit Rice paddies, his hands clasped behind his back. He wasn't working today. He was observing.
The ecosystem he had built from nothing was no longer just a farm. It was becoming a kingdom of monsters.
"Baa!"
A deep, resonant roar shook the air. It didn't sound like a farm animal; it sounded like a beast of war.
In the fenced pasture area, the ground trembled.
Silver, the mother Cloud-Horn Goat, dug her hooves into the earth. She had shed her docile nature long ago. Her white fur was now as tough as steel wire, and her spiral horns crackled with visible arcs of blue lightning.
Opposite her stood Snow.
The kid had grown terrifyingly fast. Nourished by the Spirit Corn stalks, the Spirit Spring water, and the constant high-density Qi, Snow was no longer a small, stumbling creature. He was massive—shoulder-height to a grown man, with muscles rippling under a coat that shone like polished silver.
CRACK.
The two beasts collided.
It wasn't a playful nudge. It was a full-force headbutt. Their horns smashed together with the force of a falling boulder. A shockwave rippled out, flattening the grass in a ten-meter radius.
Luo Feng watched, his eyes narrowing in approval.
"Good," he murmured.
He could feel their cultivation levels clearly.
Silver: Qi Refining Layer 2.
Snow: Qi Refining Layer 2.
In the outside world, a Layer 2 Spirit Beast was a nightmare for ordinary hunters. Their hides could deflect arrows. Their horns could pierce iron armor. And here, Luo Feng had two of them, sparring casually in his backyard.
Snow, in particular, was a prodigy. Despite being less than a year old, his energy was sharper and more aggressive than his mother's. He didn't just defend; he attacked, using his lightning-imbued horns to push Silver back.
"If I released these two into the city," Luo Feng calculated, "they could probably trample a squad of City Guards before anyone realized they were just goats."
They stopped sparring as they noticed Luo Feng watching. They lowered their heads in submission, their rectangular pupils filled with intelligence and loyalty. They knew who the Alpha of this space was.
Luo Feng nodded to them, tossing a bundle of Mutated Yam leaves into the pen.
But as impressive as the goats were, they were the infantry. The ruler of this domain was in the sky.
The Sky Tyrant.
"Caw!"
A screech echoed from the heavens, carrying a terrifying, oppressive heat.
Luo Feng looked up.
Little Gold, the Fire Crow, was circling the artificial sun.
He had changed.
He was no longer the scruffy chick Luo Feng had bought from the hunter for a few coins. He was a magnificent raptor, his wingspan stretching over a meter and a half. His feathers were pitch black, but the tips looked like they had been dipped in molten gold.
When he flew, the air around him warped and shimmered from the intense heat he radiated. He looked like a living comet streaking across the white void.
For months, Little Gold had been training. He didn't just eat and sleep. He spent his days diving from the upper atmosphere, refining the fire in his belly, and absorbing the pure Yang Qi of the space.
He had reached the absolute peak of Qi Refining Layer 3.
But today, the bird wasn't hunting. He wasn't playing.
He was struggling.
"Caw...!"
The cry was strained, laced with pain.
Little Gold circled erratically, his flight path wobbling. Suddenly, he folded his wings and dove. He didn't land on his usual wooden perch—he knew he would incinerate it.
BOOM.
He crashed into the open field near the edge of the Red Clay Area, his talons tearing deep furrows into the ground.
Luo Feng vanished from his spot and reappeared ten meters away from the bird.
The heat was suffocating. It felt like standing in front of an open blast furnace. The grass around Little Gold turned brown and crumbled to ash within seconds.
"You're boiling over," Luo Feng realized, shielding his face with his sleeve.
Little Gold was shaking violently. His golden-tipped feathers were glowing with a blinding luminance. The fire inside his beast core had reached critical mass.
It wasn't caused by a specific chili or a pill. It was the natural result of accumulation. The vessel—his body—was too small to contain the power he had cultivated.
He was drowning in his own fire.
"Breakthrough," Luo Feng whispered. "He's trying to push to the Mid-Stages."
Little Gold looked at Luo Feng. His eyes were fierce, burning with gold light, but there was fear there too. The pain of having one's meridians and bones reconstructed by fire was agonizing.
"Endure it!" Luo Feng shouted, his voice cutting through the heat. "Don't suppress the fire. Let it burn the old body away!"
Little Gold screeched in acknowledgement.
He couldn't stay in the open air. The air was too thin. He needed pressure. He needed the earth to ground the volatile energy before he exploded.
Instinct took over.
The bird dragged his burning body toward the Red Clay Area.
This patch of land was barren. The soil was dense, iron-rich, and extremely heat-resistant. It was the only place in the farm that could withstand him.
Little Gold began to dig.
His talons, now glowing white-hot, sliced through the hard clay like it was soft butter. He dug frantically, throwing clouds of red dust into the air. Within moments, he had created a pit deep enough to bury a man.
He jumped in.
He curled his wings tight around his body, tucking his head under his breast.
"Caw!"
With one final, defiant cry, he used his wings to collapse the walls of the pit.
Thump.
Tons of heavy, red clay fell upon him, burying him alive.
The Evolution.
Luo Feng stood by the fresh mound of clay.
Silence descended on the farm instantly.
He could feel the vibrations through the soles of his boots. The ground was humming.
Inside that earthen cocoon, a violent metamorphosis was taking place. The heavy clay acted as a kiln, trapping the heat and pressure, forcing the energy back into the bird's body to temper his bones and refine his bloodline.
Luo Feng sat down in the lotus position a few meters away. He placed Spirit Iron Saber across his knees.
"I will guard you," Luo Feng said softly.
Time lost its meaning.
The red clay mound began to change color. As the heat from below intensified, the soil baked. It went from a dull dusty red to a glowing cherry color, hardening into a solid, ceramic shell.
Luo Feng extended his Spirit Sense.
He pushed past the wall of heat, seeking the life force inside.
At first, the energy was chaotic—a wildfire threatening to consume itself. But slowly, under the crushing weight of the earth, the fire began to organize. It condensed. It spiraled.
Thump.
A heartbeat.
It was slower than before, but infinitely heavier. Each beat sent a ripple of Fire Qi through the ground.
Luo Feng's eyes lit up. He felt the invisible ceiling shatter.
The bottleneck of the Early Stage was gone.
Qi Refining Layer 4.
In the human world, Layer 4 was the divide between a novice and a true cultivator. For a beast, it was the awakening of true spiritual intelligence and elemental control.
Little Gold was no longer just a bird that spat fire. He was becoming a Fire Spirit.
The glowing mound slowly began to cool, turning a dark, burnt maroon color. The vibrations ceased.
Little Gold didn't burst out. The evolution had exhausted him. He had entered a deep, restorative slumber to stabilize his new foundation.
"Sleep," Luo Feng whispered, placing a hand on the warm, hardened clay. "When you wake up, the sky will be too small for you."
The Quiet Farm.
Luo Feng stood up and dusted off his robes.
He looked around.
For the first time in months, the Farming Space was truly quiet.
There was no cawing from the roof. No sound of wings cutting the air. No demanding beggar asking for peppers.
The silence was heavy, but it was also clarifying.
Luo Feng walked back toward the center of the fields.
Silver and Snow were huddled together in the corner of their pen, chewing their cud quietly. They kept glancing at the red mound with respect. Animals had keen instincts; they knew that the thing sleeping in that clay was now a predator far above their station.
Luo Feng stood alone in his kingdom of twenty acres.
He looked at his hands.
His beasts were evolving.
His son, Luo Tian, was already displaying monstrous strength in the crib.
His partner, Fatty Wang, was preparing the business empire outside.
"Everyone is growing," Luo Feng murmured. "If I stand still, I will be the weak link."
He drew his saber.
The silence of the farm was perfect for cultivation. Without the distraction of the bird, without the chaos of daily management, he could focus entirely on his own path.
Slash.
He swung the blade.
It moved silently, cutting the air without a sound.
"My turn," Luo Feng said, his eyes burning with determination.
He began his practice, moving through the rows of Spirit Corn, his figure a blur of motion in the quiet, golden world.
The farm slept, but it was the sleep of a dragon gathering its breath before the roar.
[End of Chapter 33]
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