Lin Qinghen was already a professional talent in agriculture; in his previous life, he was among the top of the younger generation. However, things were different in this new world. Without the solid foundation he had built over the past decade, he couldn’t guarantee the completion of the task.

From this perspective, he was indeed the most suitable master for this system. It seemed that only he could achieve this in the Spirit World, and the timing felt just right, almost as if it had been planned.

Lin Qinghen thought things through a bit more. He couldn’t sleep tonight; after lying around all day, he felt wide awake. The moment he saw the words “Round Wheat,” he thought of his fields. Even if it weren’t for the system, he would have to keep an eye on his plot of land daily. Not checking on it today left him feeling like something was missing.

Now, he wanted to go see it.

The big tree where Lin Qinghen was resting was no ordinary tree; it held a small formation. He skillfully found a little tree hole on the trunk and infused a bit of his spirit energy into it. Soon, a hole large enough for a person to enter appeared.

Inside, there were two acres of land.

This place had been set up for him by Yu Yinyin, and the tree was located near her home. He had spent quite some time negotiating for this spot for his research. Although his master appeared indifferent, he understood the situation better than anyone; she was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, almost always accommodating Lin Qinghen’s requests.

Surrounding his two acres of land, he had hung glowing mineral stones, and with the lantern in his hand, he could see clearly even in the dark. Under the white light emitted by the minerals, his Round Wheat field swayed gently in the breeze.

With the earth beneath his feet and the subtle sounds of the crops swaying in his ears, the faint fragrance of the Round Wheat filled the air. It was at this moment that Lin Qinghen’s heart, previously shaken by the sudden appearance of the system, finally calmed down. He felt a sense of grounding that he couldn’t quite describe.

His two acres were meticulously divided into sections. A closer look would reveal that even though all the crops were Round Wheat, each section was unique—some tall, some short, some thick, some thin. The fruits produced were also different, with wooden tags marking each section, indicating the numbers he had written to differentiate them.

These were all the fruits of Lin Qinghen’s years of research.

Initially, he used different varieties of Round Wheat for crossbreeding, attempting to cultivate a better strain. In this world, there were various wild types of Round Wheat, and Lin Qinghen had studied records from books and gathered seeds from different regions through various channels.

Yu Yinyin had also assisted him in this aspect, as Round Wheat was a common crop and the transportation in this world was quite decent, making it not too difficult.

In a world lacking modern precision instruments and mature research tools, few people put effort into improving basic crops. Thanks to limited records and his own experience, Lin Qinghen managed to figure things out bit by bit.

The presence of spirit energy was significant. If Lin Qinghen had to describe it, he would say it felt like he was resonating with the plants. He had lost those instruments but could find substitutes, treating himself as a research tool.

Lin Qinghen’s spirit energy level was low, and he could only take an unconventional approach. His years of research had effectively been a unique cultivation process for him. Unlike others who could elevate their spirit energy levels, he refined his limited spirit energy, getting to a point where he could feel the most subtle aspects of the plants and conduct planting experiments after thorough research.

He had become quite adept at the complex process of crossbreeding different wild Round Wheat varieties through intricate or aggregated methods. By repeatedly screening, fully reorganizing, and selecting superior individuals, he preserved the excellent genes from different strains and formed a replicable, promotable composite variety. This process had become second nature to him.

Thanks to his prior experiences, Lin Qinghen discovered that some theories also worked in this world. He had previously achieved higher yields and improved taste for Round Wheat using crossbreeding methods.

But he knew that these two achievements were merely practice for himself, holding little significance in the Spirit World. The most useful and interesting aspect of Round Wheat was, of course, the mutation rate.

Soon, he arrived at the last small plot of land.

He had named this plot Qing No. 28, which represented his latest research achievement. When studying the mutation rate, Lin Qinghen stopped using crossbreeding methods. Instead, he started from the theory of “genetic modification” from his previous life.

In this world, many plants could mutate and had high mutation rates; however, unlike Round Wheat, which doubled in value once mutated, these genes were useful and could be “extracted” during research.

Achieving this process in this place was not simple. Lin Qinghen had tried many times, using fine spirit energy as a substitute for the gene gun or Agrobacterium methods he had previously employed, aiming to introduce high-mutation foreign genes into the Round Wheat.

Due to the presence of countless “spirit energies” in the Spirit World, the so-called genes of spirit plants were also different from those in his past life. It took him many years of trial and error to finally find the right approach.

Hard work pays off; he indeed made remarkable progress. The last variety experiment reached a mutation rate of about 8%, nearing the completion line for the system task. The current Qing No. 28 was the latest experiment, and this plot’s crops combined his previous research achievements, featuring improved yields and enhanced mutation rates among several genetic enhancements.

This batch had just been planted yesterday and was still in the seedling stage. Lin Qinghen had even set up a small shelter for them.

Generally, Round Wheat begins to mutate halfway through its growth period. To achieve better efficiency in selecting the best, Lin Qinghen’s improvement direction for this batch even included advancing the mutation timeline—pushing it to the seedling stage, where the wheat sprouts reach the height of a palm, initiating mutations.

Since crossing into this world, he hadn’t wasted the knowledge from his past life. Although his spirit energy was low, preventing him from working with higher-level spirit plants, he had remained focused on researching Round Wheat.

As a result, after more than ten years, one of the most common crops in the Spirit World had indeed blossomed due to his efforts.

The batch he planted last night had already sprouted, with rows of tender green shoots.

Barring any accidents, he would know by tonight whether this batch had succeeded or failed.

To test the mutation rate, Lin Qinghen would plant one hundred stalks each time. If the mutation rate reached 10%, he just needed to wait for them to grow, and he could complete the system task as well.

“This system task… seems to understand me quite well.”

Maybe it was better to be early than lucky.

Lin Qinghen muttered to himself, glancing at the small grass pattern on his wrist. As he pondered this, he suddenly felt a surge of determination.

He had no intention of going back to sleep tonight. With no sleepiness in sight, he dragged a small stool over, planning to observe this batch’s growth status closely.

That 10% mutation rate—he should be able to achieve it, right?

The wind carried the faint fragrance of Round Wheat. Lin Qinghen had watched over them before, but seeing them again tonight still felt magical.

With the lantern lit, he stayed up late, watching as his planted Round Wheat seedlings began to stretch. By midnight, a few had clearly changed, showing hints of red.

The mutation in Round Wheat started from the roots, gradually changing upwards, seeping little by little. If one listened closely, they could hear faint “popping” sounds, as if the plants were stretching their limbs, transforming like in a metamorphosis.

Each plant mutated at different speeds; some were faster while others took their time. Lin Qinghen stared intently, wide awake, silently counting the few hints of red.

One, two, three, four, five…

It couldn’t be worse than last time, Lin Qinghen thought. Even though he felt a bit confident, waiting one by one, when he counted to the tenth stalk, he still let out a long breath.

It really worked!

He stood up from the small stool, bouncing three times to express his joy, which he found hard to put into words. Then he quickly dashed forward to inspect the mutated Round Wheat from a professional standpoint.

Judging by the spirit energy concentration of the current seedlings, they were even higher than those from the Lin family’s planting garden, showing good quality that met his expectations.

Moreover, during the time he spent inspecting, the mutations in this seedling field hadn’t stopped.

By dawn, after counting three times, he found that thirteen of the Round Wheat had completed their mutations—more than the system required.

Lin Qinghen’s farmer’s heart, filled with a sense of harvest, hadn’t faded. After checking each stalk, his excitement bubbled over, and he stood still for a moment, then turned and ran towards Yu Yinyin’s place.

While he had achieved his expectations for this batch of Round Wheat, he still needed to confirm many things about the system.

Today was destined to be a good day. He didn’t plan to wait any longer; he was determined to get it all done in one go.

Lin Qinghen decided to complete this task today.

He needed to harvest these more than ten mutated Round Wheat as soon as possible to find out what kind of rewards this so-called system would give him.

Would the Alchemist System be just as he imagined?