I Awakened to a Farming TALENT

**Chapter 91: Such a Dangerous Talent**

According to her grandfather‘s notes, only someone with both bloodline and a spiritual root could awaken their talent when holding a spiritual artifact.

Bloodline was easy enough to understand. But what exactly was a spiritual root?

Baidu said a spiritual root was a person’s innate spiritual wisdom.

From reading xianxia novels, Jiang Tingyun had always thought that a person either had a spiritual root from birth or never would.

Then she read posts on the Xuanmen Mutual Aid Forum and found out that in modern times, besides innate spiritual roots, there was also such a thing as acquired spiritual roots.

Some people could develop a spiritual root later in life due to certain catalysts, and then awaken their talent.

Jin Feifan‘s situation was exactly that — an acquired spiritual root awakening.

The odds were extremely slim. Even Jin Feifan himself never imagined he’d be one of the lucky ones.

Right now, he was crying and laughing at the same time, so happy he ripped off his jacket and started running laps around the yard in glee.

Zhu Lili was too curious to hold back. She chased after him and asked, “Stop running and tell me — what does it feel like to awaken your talent? What‘s different about you?”

Jin Feifan bounced up and down a few more times to release his excitement, then answered with a beaming smile.

“It’s hard to explain. I felt my whole body freeze — I couldn‘t move. When I came to, I realized my vision and hearing were both better than before.”

“And I’m stronger too! Boss, now I can help you carry stuff.”

Jin Feifan looked around but didn‘t see anything heavy. He spotted Liu Yanghe bent over picking up popcorn to eat.

He walked over and lifted Liu Yanghe up like a little kid.

“Everyone look! I lifted him! I’m so strong now!”

Caught off guard, Liu Yanghe was actually hoisted into the air.

“Crap! Jin Feifan! Have you lost your mind? Put me down!”

Panicked and scared, he trembled and couldn‘t get down. His face turned bright red with anger.

Damn! This was going to cost him years off his life!

There was something toxic about Qionghua Restaurant! Why did everyone who awakened here get so freakishly strong? Shuiguang Sect had never produced physical abilities like this!

As if Jiang Tingyun and Pei Jingmo — those two strongmen — weren’t enough. Now Jin Feifan too. This restaurant might as well form a team and join the national weightlifting squad!

Everyone scrambled to help Liu Yanghe down, glaring at Jin Feifan disapprovingly.

Jin Feifan realized how inappropriate his action had been — he‘d gotten way too carried away. He immediately bowed and apologized to Liu Yanghe.

“Teacher Liu, I’m really sorry. I was just too excited!”

Once Jin Feifan finally calmed down,

Pei Jingmo — who rarely spoke more than a few words — said, “So what‘s your talent? Is it artifact refining? Any specific focus?”

Everyone at Qionghua Restaurant turned to Jin Feifan with curiosity.

Jin Feifan scratched his head. “Yeah, artifact refining. Suddenly my head is full of principles for inventing and creating things. My thinking is much clearer. And I’ve got a lot of wild new ideas too.”

“Like, that popcorn machine blew up and fell apart. For some reason, an idea popped into my head — I could rebuild it into a powerful high-pressure air cannon! It would definitely be way more powerful than ordinary ones.”

As he spoke, he enthusiastically started picking up the scattered parts, clearly eager to try.

“A powerful high-pressure air cannon?!”

That sounded really dangerous. Qionghua Restaurant fell dead silent.

Jiang Tingyun‘s heart raced. Help, help, help! What was Jin Feifan thinking?

Even before awakening, the everyday items he made had already caused plenty of damage! Those holes in the front and back doors from earlier were only hastily patched — the marks were still visible if one looked closely.

Now that he’d awakened his talent, it was even worse. He was starting to think about making weapons.

Good heavens. She was scared.

Jiang Tingyun subtly kicked the key parts of the popcorn machine behind her.

Pei Jingmo understood perfectly. He picked them up and twisted them in his hands until they were bent and distorted beyond recognition.

“Ahem, Xiao Jin, let me tell you — that high-pressure air cannon is too dangerous. We need to stay safe while cultivating our talents, you know.”

“Exactly,” Zhu Lili quickly tried to change the subject. “Oh, right! Doesn‘t talent awakening require a spiritual artifact? I didn’t see you pull one out.”

Jin Feifan immediately forgot his previous idea. He grinned and held up the hammer in his hand.

“What do you mean I didn‘t? This is it!”

The Qionghua disciples stared in disbelief.

Uncle Liu practically shouted, “You brat! You’re way too careless. This hammer was your spiritual artifact all along? And you just left it lying in the corner every day?”

He himself had used that artifact to nail up signs and fix things. Good thing he hadn‘t lost it.

Jiang Tingyun was speechless too. If she wasn’t mistaken, wasn‘t this the same hammer Jin Feifan had used to smash a goat’s head not long ago?

This guy was so unreliable. Even though her own wooden box artifact had cracked in half, she still kept it carefully stored away.

Jin Feifan smiled sheepishly. “Before, when I couldn‘t awaken my talent, I got discouraged. So I just left the hammer out where it was convenient. I won’t do that anymore. I‘ll take good care of it.”

Zhu Lili couldn’t help touching the turtle shell she always kept close to her body, carefully stored. A hint of sadness crept into her heart.

“Now everyone has awakened. Only me left. I don‘t know if I’ll ever have that luck.”

Jiang Tingyun quickly patted her shoulder. “Don‘t lose heart. Take it slow.”

But thinking of her junior sister’s strange jinx, her expression grew a little complicated.

“Honestly, even without awakening, you‘re already pretty amazing.”

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Even though Jin Feifan had awakened his artifact refining talent, his daily life didn’t change much. Even before awakening, he‘d spent all his spare time inventing and creating things.

The only difference now was that he made things with even more imagination and skill.

Jiang Tingyun had only one rule for him: stay safe. Otherwise, she let him do as he pleased.

She continued running Qionghua Restaurant at her usual leisurely pace, tending to the farmland in the backyard whenever she had free time, trying to grow even more delicious vegetables.

Jin Feifan didn’t fixate on making weapons, either. Instead, he made many trips to the hospital, observing patients‘ more private struggles.

He invented things like a portable, self-adhesive flat toilet and a lift-assisted toilet machine. As strange as they sounded, once he made and tested them, they actually became quite popular among patients.

Zhu Lili threw herself into filming stress-relief videos. In just half a year, her oddly satisfying short clips — harvesting honey, gutting fish, slaughtering goats, cracking chestnuts — had gained a decent following online.

Pei Jingmo stuck to his routine without fail — entering the mountains every day to cultivate, his sword techniques growing more formidable by the day.

If Jiang Tingyun hadn’t gone up the mountain one day and noticed that a chunk of the mountain peak had mysteriously disappeared, she would never have known just how destructive Pei Jingmo had become.

Time slipped by unnoticed. Finally, New Year‘s Eve was almost here.