Next, Wang Wu continued in the same manner, dividing the remaining fruit tree branches into four portions and grafting them onto four young shrub saplings.
Then, regardless of why, he simply poured spiritual energy into them.
It truly was a case of brute force working miracles.
After spending another 20 points of spiritual energy, all five grafted fruit trees survived, though he had no idea what kind of fruit they would produce.
But accumulated experience was what mattered most, wasn't it?
If not this year, there was always next year.
For a moment, Wang Wu could not help revealing the simple, honest smile of an old farmer.
That settled the matter for now, since it would take at least three to five years to see any results.
At most, whenever he had spare time, he could come over and inject a few points of leftover spiritual energy. Most of the time, though, he still needed to solve the most pressing problem at hand: survival.
And, of course, he had to guard against that Great Mountain Cat refusing to give up and chasing after him.
Seeing that the time was about right, Wang Wu immediately flattened himself beneath the cliff and swiftly entered Passive Stealth. In any case, daytime was not suitable for moving about.
Yet throughout the entire day, the valley remained utterly silent.
That Great Mountain Cat had not come after him, nor had he seen those grey magpies. He had no idea how things had turned out.
When night fell, Wang Wu, who had lain low all day, first went to the stream to drink his fill and wash up before returning to that rocky crevice.
After moving aside the stones used to conceal it, he found that no Sprites had entered over the past few days. This